Chapter 18 Taking Uncle Hong
I took the fastest boat.
A Qian met me just before dawn.
He looked at me, closed his eyes, exhaled.
“Boss finally got you out, and you come running back.”
He sounded exhausted.
“What the hell are you two even doing?”
I had no energy for jokes.
“Is Boss safe?”
He rubbed his face.
“Safe.”
I nodded.
That was enough.
The next few days I worked alongside A Qian.
We barely slept.
Word of Boss’s ambush spread.
The old faction swarmed—some to grab power, some to settle scores.
Our places got hit.
Once the fires were out, I moved on Uncle Hong.
My men cleared the guards outside.
I went in alone.
Thanks to the bullet Liang Sheng left in him at Yi An, Uncle Hong needed painkillers to sleep.
He was still out when I stood over his bed.
I waited.
Then I whistled.
He jerked awake, reached for the gun under his pillow.
It wasn’t there.
His doctor had removed it hours ago.
I turned on the light.
Gun in hand, I smiled.
“Uncle Hong. Long time no see. Remember me?”
His face twisted.
“Zhou Wen? You—how are you here? You were—”
“Gone?”
I finished for him.
My smile vanished.
“You should ask yourself why you’re still breathing.
That’s why I’m back—to collect.”
We dragged him out.
He screamed too much on the way to the docks.
I broke his other leg to quiet him.
Everything else went smoothly.
I tossed the bound man onto the speedboat.
Leaned down, tapped his cheek with a file folder.
“Know why I’m not killing you?
I don’t have to.”
“You did plenty overseas.
Think a new passport saves you?”
He mumbled against the gag, eyes wide with terror.
I shoved the folder into the escort’s hands.
“Deliver Uncle Hong safely to the police.
Don’t lose him.”