"Qiao Shao's appetite is not small!" Mrs. Zhang lit her cigarette ash and her shining eyes flashed through a cold gloom. "Where does Master Qiao come from when we have been in Hong Kong for decades and dare not collapse at this seaport?"

Qiao Yingzhe stirred the coffee and the porcelain cup rippled. "If the Bai, Chen and Qin families want to return to the past, I naturally do not have this opportunity, but now the triad has already survived, not because I have this self-confidence. Even if we do not come out of the East China Sea, we can easily find a medium-sized organization on Hong Kong Island, and...