"Paji."

The shoes stepped into the sewage, causing large splashes of turbid water.

The mouse, which was not much smaller than a cat, was frightened and ran away from Li Yan. The air was filled with the rotten stench coming from the fish egg processing factory behind the building.

No matter how legendary the Kowloon Walled City slum is in the eyes of future generations, filth and dilapidation are the tone here. Those luxuriant places in the Walled City are at least beyond the reach of Li Yan now.

There is a bunch of keys wrapped around Li Yan's thumb, which belong to a certain room in the apartment with mottled walls in front of him.

The key was given by the red ghost as a meeting gift for Li Yan. He didn't have to squeeze into the same room with those low-level boxers. It's only a fifteen-minute walk from Lungjin Road where the Kowloon Arena is located, which is still good for Li Yan.

It's convenient.

Boxers who box in Dragon City must find a suitable manager for themselves, which is the so-called Dragon City groom. When the boxer will fight and how to fight, it is all arranged by the manager. Li Yan’s previous manager in Dragon City was that person

The fat man with small eyes is called Fei Bo. And now, of course, his manager is Hong Gui.

Compared with Fat Boy Bo, who can only dominate in the fourth ring, Hong Gui is a famous figure in the entire Dragon City ring. He entered the ring under the name Chen Minhong at the age of thirteen, and became the sixth ring at the age of twenty-one.

The ringmaster was fierce with his fists and heavy strikes. The name of the Red Ghost was also spread at that time. After he retired, he worked with Tai Sui. He was one of the most relied-upon managers around Tai Sui. Even the chairman of the committee, Wu Haoxi, met him.

The red ghost will also say hello to Ah Hong with a smile. Fighting with the red ghost's men, in the eyes of people like Fat Boy Bo, it is a great joy to celebrate by setting off firecrackers and buying roast geese.

Li Yan, who had risen to the top in Fat Boy Bo's eyes, was now fumbling with dozens of dollars in change in his trouser pockets, his face looking ugly, and not showing any sign of complacency at all.

"Three hundred Yan Fu points means a full three million Hong Kong dollars. How about I go rob a bank?"

Although Tapir gave Li Yan three Yanfu incidents to collect the three hundred Yanfu points, Li Yan obviously couldn't wait so long. What he wanted was to achieve it in one step, in the Kowloon Walled City in 1986, a

Earn enough HKD 3 million within a month!

"Meow~"

Li Yan looked down and saw an orange kitten pacing back and forth under his feet, its nose bumping into his trouser legs from time to time.

"Ami."

A childish female voice came from the top of the stairs. Li Yan followed the voice and looked. There was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old on the stairs. She was wearing a washed white shirt, barefoot, soft and frail, and she looked a little bit weak.

Afraid of people.

"Meow~"

When the kitten heard its owner's call, it ran to the girl's side with two or three jumps, purring in its throat.

"Sorry, sir, Ami always likes to run around."

Li Yan smiled: "Your cat is very cute."

With that said, he walked into the apartment and looked for the room number that the red ghost told him.

"Little sister, do you know where room 413 is?"

The little girl nodded when she heard this, picked up her cat, and motioned for Li Yan to follow her.

After walking for about a minute or two, the little girl stopped and pointed to the number on the room next to her.

"This is it."

"Thank you, little sister. Then, brother, let me treat you to some sweets."

Li Yan took out two milk candies from his pocket and handed them to the little girl. He bought the candies on Longjin Road to relieve pain for himself.

"Axiu, who are you talking to so late?"

A woman's voice came from the door of the house to which Li Yan's back was facing. It was a bit hoarse and she was obviously out of breath.

"No, Mom, I went downstairs to find Ami."

Seeing the candy in Li Yan's hand, the girl was a little hesitant, but when she heard the sound coming from the room, she hurriedly said goodbye to Li Yan and returned to the room.

Li Yan peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed a toffee into his mouth. Without thinking too much, he took out the key and opened the door to his room.

It's better to have a mother and daughter across from each other than some troublemaking Yingying Yanyan. At least now Li Yan doesn't want to cause trouble.

Although the house is cramped, it is still clean. However, the smell from the fish egg processing factory behind the apartment is so strong that you can smell it even if the doors and windows are closed tightly. Li Yan was just looking for a place to stay, so he didn't care too much and tidied it up a little.

He immediately fell asleep with his head covered.

…

Late at night, in a gambling stall.

"Open! It's twelve o'clock."

As the dice stopped spinning, the middle-aged man in a messy suit and with a receding hairline suddenly collapsed on the ground, still smelling of alcohol. Some of the people gathered around the gaming table were beaming, and some were gnashing their teeth, but there was no such thing.

People looked at him as if this middle-aged man with an ugly face as if he was about to have a heart attack was a pile of garbage that was about to be swept onto the street.

"Come on, come on, buy it and leave."

The black-toothed man who was shaking the dice had disheveled hair, biting half of a cigarette with his blackened teeth, and was shouting with a red face.

"Wait, wait, this is holding me back."

The middle-aged man with red eyes screamed hoarsely.

"Take the money, old man."

Heiyatai swallowed a mouthful of thick phlegm and shouted to the middle-aged man in a perverse tone. His eyes were vicious, and he could naturally tell that the middle-aged man didn't have half a dime left. If he dared to yell at this time, what would he get?

I bet if he was provoking someone like this, Haiyatai would have someone drag him behind him, strip him naked, and throw him into the sea to feed the sharks.

The middle-aged man's lips trembled as he took out a flat wooden box from his arms.

"How much is this worth?"

The wooden box was opened, and inside was a piece of light yellow rice paper with intertwined gold-gilded lines and a lifelike painting of a Kui ox, with every trace of golden hair visible all over its body. It stood on one foot on the ground, sitting up to the sky and roaring.

.There are densely packed small words on the back of the paper.

Without even thinking about it, Heiyatai slapped the wooden box and the rice paper inside on the middle-aged man's face!

"Damn it, mother, you brought a box of toilet paper and wanted to change it for money? Why do you want Ming coins? If you don't have money, stay away!"

The middle-aged man staggered back after being beaten, and two streaks of nosebleeds flowed from his lips to the ground. He got up and walked out in embarrassment, mumbling.

"I don't know the goods, I got them from antiques."

He dusted himself off and staggered outside, but he didn't expect that walking drunkenly on the narrow streets of Kowloon City would attract the most attention...

"Bad guy, talking nonsense..."

He was still complaining, but he didn't notice that a figure sneakily approached him from behind. When he wasn't paying attention, the cement block in his hand hit him hard on the back of the head!

The middle-aged man fell down in response. The man squatted down and groped eagerly in his pockets, but found nothing. When he was feeling annoyed, he saw from the corner of his eye the extraordinary-looking gilded rice paper he was holding in his hand.

, without thinking, he grabbed it in his hand, glanced at no one around, and turned to leave.

At this time, a hand suddenly grabbed his trousers and knocked him to the ground.

The middle-aged man's head was covered with blood and he was moaning.

"Save, save me, save..."

The man was trembling all over and kicked the middle-aged man's chest with all his strength, trying to get him to let go of his hand, but the middle-aged man's hand was clenched very tightly and refused to let go.

He was breathing heavily, with anger rising in his heart, and evil in his heart. He fumbled for the bloody cement block that he had just thrown to the ground, raised his hands high, and smashed it hard!

"boom!"

Li Yan's palm pierced down and hit his opponent's face, causing him to lose consciousness.

"This young boy is so sharp. He won five games in a row in one night."

"What the hell, this guy clearly isn't at the fourth level and you still let him fight?"

The red ghost leaned on the edge of the ring and waved for Li Yan to step down.

"What's the matter? Brother Honggui?" Li Yan asked half-jokingly.

The red ghost smiled bitterly.

"If you keep fighting like this, even an idiot will have no brains to follow you. It will ruin my fortune in the boxing ring. Come with me. You will fight in a big venue for the last time today."

"Okay. Where to go?"

The red ghost threw the cigarette butt to the ground.
Chapter completed!