Mr. Hu was greatly alarmed at Ying Chen's words.
Did Ying Chen really intend to eradicate them completely?
He knew that was the Wind Evasion Bureau!
It wasn't some petty street gang, nor was it an illegal organization!
It was a legitimate organization backed by a massive state apparatus!
What was Ying Chen doing? Wasn't it like an ant trying to shake a tree?
Moreover, although the woman from the Wind Evasion Bureau had been excessively arrogant and rude earlier, her crime didn't warrant death, did it?
Ying Chen had ruthlessly crushed her to death without a second thought!
Mr. Hu had never witnessed such ruthless and unforgiving behavior in his life!
Just as Mr. Hu was filled with fear and apprehension towards Ying Chen, a phrase suddenly popped into his mind.
A phrase that had seemed nonsensical before, but now felt inexplicably fitting!
A Grandmaster cannot be insulted!
This was something Mr. Hu had heard someone mention casually at a gathering.
At that time, the person had given an example of a young master from a wealthy family who, after offending a group of ruffians, had paid a hefty sum to a martial arts grandmaster for protection.
Unfortunately, the young master did not show much reverence for the martial arts grandmaster. He felt that since he had paid, he was the master. Ordering the martial arts grandmaster to do chores like fetching tea and water was only natural.
Initially, the martial arts grandmaster could tolerate it. But later, the young master became increasingly excessive.
He even demanded that the martial arts grandmaster run errands to buy raincoats while he was conversing with a woman!
The martial arts grandmaster was instantly enraged. Without a word, he crushed the young master's head.
After leaving five words written in the young master's blood, he departed.
Those five words were—A Grandmaster cannot be insulted!
Since then, the saying had spread widely. Wealthy tycoons who previously believed money could buy anything began to show much more respect towards martial arts grandmasters and true masters of Xuanmen.
Mr. Hu had initially dismissed it as a mere anecdote and didn't really believe it.
But now, he did!
Even a woman with the background of the Wind Evasion Bureau was unhesitatingly killed by Ying Chen for insulting him.
For anyone else, wouldn't their lives have ended the moment they spoke their first word?
Thinking of this, Mr. Hu involuntarily bowed: "The Hong Kong branch of the Wind Evasion Bureau is located at 388 Tong Luo Road. As for the body of this person, please leave it to me, sir. I guarantee it will be disposed of cleanly."
"Hmm, then I'll trouble you," Ying Chen nodded.
Then, he walked out of the door.
Mr. Hu watched Ying Chen's retreating back, contemplating whether to call the old man in Yanjing.
But in the end, he abandoned the idea.
Since he had chosen to board Ying Chen's ship, he would go all the way.
Calling the old man wouldn't be a serious offense, but if Ying Chen found out, it might cause dissatisfaction.
There was no need to be overly cautious.
...
Tong Luo Road.
This was considered one of Hong Kong's famous streets.
A legendary triad group from the past had debuted from here.
Unfortunately, with the changing times, even in Hong Kong, the birthplace of triad culture, one could hardly see many triads anymore.
Even the Sanhe Men had started to transform. Where could the triads go to make a living?
When loyalty couldn't put food on the table, no one would uphold loyalty.
Ying Chen, like a tourist, strolled leisurely under the night sky.
The bustling streets were illuminated by neon lights. Even though it was close to midnight, there were still many pedestrians.
Among them were stylishly dressed pretty girls.
Unfortunately, most of them were drunk, having just come out of nightclubs.
Some were being escorted into cars, while others lay on the ground cursing loudly, with a few lecherous men taking pictures with their phones.
Some even approached handsome men proactively.
Like Ying Chen, he was targeted by a woman reeking of alcohol.
The woman had clearly never seen a man who seemed to have stepped out of an ancient painting.
Her eyes immediately lit up, and fueled by alcohol, she lunged towards Ying Chen.
As she stumbled forward, she mumbled, "I... I can't..."
"Can you... take me home?"
"I can... repay you..."
For any other man, hearing such words from the woman would have likely led to immediate agreement.
After all, the woman was indeed attractive, with a voluptuous figure and fiery red lips.
The fact that at least six or seven men with ill intentions were trailing behind her was enough proof of her allure.
Unfortunately, the woman had encountered Ying Chen.
Ying Chen grabbed the woman's wrist and revealed a mocking smile, "Do you need someone to take you home?"
The woman's wrist bone was noticeably thicker than that of other women. Although her fingers were fair and slender, slight bone protrusions could still be seen.
Most importantly, the two steps the woman took towards Ying Chen's embrace earlier were clearly practiced martial arts stances!
They appeared wobbly, but in reality, she was as steady as a mountain!
If one were to truly touch her, expecting her to fall, they would discover she was more firmly rooted than a tree!
If those men trailing her had any improper intentions towards her, they would likely be on the front page of the newspaper the next day.
Albeit in black and white photographs.
The woman instantly realized she had met someone from her own profession. Her little scheme was exposed.
However, she didn't blush. Instead, she winked at Ying Chen and said, "So, a fellow practitioner! My apologies!"
"Then you can't just stand by and do nothing! So many wolves are eyeing me. Lending a helping hand when you see injustice is the most basic spirit of our profession!"
"You'd better take me home. Otherwise, if something happens to me, wouldn't you feel guilty to death?"
Hearing the woman's "prevarication," Ying Chen showed a half-smile, "You want to go home so badly? Alright, then I'll take you home!"
With that, Ying Chen, still holding the woman's wrist, began to walk forward.
The woman struggled with all her might but couldn't break free.
Her expression changed drastically. "What are you doing? My home is in the other direction. You're going the wrong way! Let go!"
Ying Chen, however, seemed to ignore her and walked faster.
The woman's face grew increasingly grim. What had started as a playful tease was now replaced by sheer panic.
The lecherous men trailing the woman, seeing their "prey" being snatched away, immediately came forward in righteous indignation to block Ying Chen.
However, before they could even reach Ying Chen, a soft "Scram" from him sent them tumbling to the ground with a thud.
Even after Ying Chen had walked far away, the lecherous men were still stunned, their expressions vacant.
It was as if they had encountered something terrifying.
"Where exactly are you taking me?" the woman asked exasperatedly.
Ying Chen finally stopped at the end of Tong Luo Street.
He looked up at the house number. It was indeed 388.
From the outside, the branch of the Wind Evasion Bureau didn't appear large, more like an aged house.
There were no guards on duty outside, and it was unusually quiet.
However, Ying Chen could clearly sense that there were more than one or two people active inside the building.
"Oh, is this your house?"
"You scared me to death! I thought you were taking me somewhere else! So it's your place!"
"You should have said so earlier. If you had, I wouldn't have resisted!"
"What are you waiting for? Get the key and open the door! We're already at your doorstep. You're not going to go back on your word, are you? I won't allow that."
The woman looked at Ying Chen and said.
This woman, although she didn't exude the unpleasant scent of a promiscuous person, insisted on acting like a flirtatious vixen.
Ying Chen was too lazy to expose her. Since the woman had volunteered, Ying Chen would oblige her.
So, Ying Chen released the woman and said, "The door isn't locked. Just walk in if you want to."
The woman was overjoyed and walked towards the entrance of the Wind Evasion Bureau without hesitation.