Chapter 9: Q7’s Girl

This late-night meal lasted longer than expected, dispersing only around one o’clock after midnight. Chen Erpao, Wang Xing, and Old Yang polished off a whole case of beer, followed by several bottles of baijiu, and then even foreign liquor made an appearance. Fortunately, the three had considerable tolerance for alcohol. Even Li Meili, who had initially felt out of place, joined in, downing several bottles of beer herself. The drink loosened her inhibitions, and she soon blended seamlessly with the group.

When it was time to leave, Chen Erpao worried that Li Meili might not drive safely after drinking, so he shoved Wang Xing into her Audi Q5, telling him to drive her home. Both had had a bit to drink, and their tempers were somewhat unpredictable—a single man and a single woman, after all. If something happened between them, it wouldn’t be a bad thing! Chen Erpao chuckled to himself over his perfect plan, strolling leisurely home.

Meanwhile, in a large nightclub in Tuen Mun District...

“Big Brother, that’s how things went,” said a man wrapped in bandages on his head and hands, respectfully addressing the figure before him. This was none other than Brother Bao, who had been taught a lesson by Chen Erpao not long ago—now looking even more befitting of his nickname.

In Tuen Mun, the person Brother Bao treated with such deference could only be his big brother, one of the district’s Red Poles, known as Curly. Curly was a man in his thirties, tall and slender, with hawk-like eyes, a prominent nose, and thin lips. Despite his slight build, no one dared underestimate him; his fighting skills ranked among the best in the New Territories.

At that moment, Curly was lounging on a spacious leather sofa, beside him a girl seemingly sixteen or seventeen, beautiful and fair-skinned, her newly developed curves firm and full like round loaves. Curly’s large hand was comfortably exploring beneath her skirt, her delicate cheeks blooming with crimson.

After some time, Curly finally withdrew his hand, by which point the girl had collapsed in exhaustion on the sofa. “Bao, you’ve been with me for years. I just promoted you to manage the numbers, gave you several streets and venues to oversee, and instead of earning me some respect, you bring me this embarrassment. Collecting protection money shouldn’t cause so much trouble. So many of you couldn’t handle just one man. How can I ever trust you again?” Curly, his hand still damp, lit a cigarette without care, gazing at Bao with a sigh.

Bao bowed his head in shame. Beaten so badly, and now scolded by his boss, his mood could hardly be worse.

“To take down you and your men so easily, that guy must be quite skilled! I could do it, but not as effortlessly as he did. When you go back, look into his background thoroughly. If he’s trouble, then you’ll just have to accept your bad luck. But if he’s just some ordinary tough, you’d better get revenge for both your pride and mine. No one in Tuen Mun dares oppose our Hung Star.” As Curly finished, a fierce aura surged from him, his hawk eyes glinting coldly like a venomous snake.

“Yes, boss, I’ll get right on it.” Bao answered immediately, glancing at the beautiful girl on the sofa, a flicker of lust barely visible in his eyes.

Once Bao was gone, Curly turned to the girl beside him, his eyes filled with lewdness. He scooped her up and headed toward a nearby room...

The next morning, Chen Erpao, still a bit dizzy, rode his motorcycle to the university and made straight for the parking area. The lot was vast, with far more cars than motorcycles—a reminder that in universities, the ones driving luxury cars weren’t always teachers or administrators, but often students from wealthy families or those with official parents.

After parking, Chen Erpao was about to leave when a striking Audi Q7 rolled in. “A car worth over a million—impressive!” he couldn’t help but admire the Q7 parked a few meters away.

The driver was a young man in his early twenties, handsome and refined, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. After he got out, a tall, beautiful woman in a light blue dress stepped from the passenger side.

“Wait, isn’t that the pretty neighbor who lives across from me? I didn’t expect her to be a student here, let alone have such a wealthy boyfriend. Looks like even my daydreams are doomed.” Chen Erpao chuckled to himself.

The beautiful woman noticed Chen Erpao too, startled at first—clearly not expecting to see him at school. She quickly rolled her eyes and turned her head away, evidently still affected by Chen Erpao’s somewhat sleazy impression.

Chen Erpao merely smiled. No matter how beautiful a woman was, if they weren’t acquainted, or if she wasn’t his, there was no need to care what she thought.

After changing into his uniform, Chen Erpao entered the security office and immediately spotted Wang Xing, whose eyes were ringed with black.

“Wang, looks like last night’s battle was intense!” Chen Erpao teased.

“Sigh! No shots fired, no bombs dropped—a war with no smoke,” Wang Xing replied, exasperated.

“Really?” Chen Erpao was baffled. “Such a golden opportunity, and you didn’t seize it? Who knows when you’ll get another chance like that!”

Wang Xing waved it off, “I didn’t want to take advantage of someone. That’s not my style, although sometimes fate decides these things, haha.”

As they chatted, Chen Erpao suddenly remembered the Audi Q7 he’d seen that morning and asked Wang Xing, “Do you know who drives that Audi Q7 at school? I ran into him this morning—he’s really young.”

“Oh, that’s Li Ziyang, the famous young master here. His father’s a high-ranking official in Hong Kong, so even the principal doesn’t dare offend him. He’s a senior now, and over the years has dated several campus beauties—he’s notorious as a playboy. I’m jealous, but what can you do? He’s got money, a powerful dad, and good looks. Plenty of girls throw themselves at him.” Wang Xing rattled off a long list, clearly indicating Li Ziyang’s reputation was well known—especially his romantic exploits.

After listening, Chen Erpao paused in thought, uncertain whether he was worried about his neighbor, now a lamb among wolves, or something else entirely.