Chapter 029 【Underworld Kingpin】

At the police station, Gu Feng met Ling Wei's father: Ling Yongbing.

Ling Yongbing looked to be around forty years old. He wasn't tall, but he was solidly built. Unlike the sinister gang bosses on TV, he wore a faint smile, looking very approachable. He also had a subtle scholarly air.

That is, unless you looked into his eyes. At first glance, his gaze wasn't cold or sharp; instead, it was very calm, as tranquil as a lake without ripples, making you feel no pressure at all. However, if you stared into his eyes for a while, you'd realize that those calm eyes had already pierced your thoughts without you even noticing.

This man controlled one-third of Hong Kong's underworld.

"Teacher Gu, thank you for your help earlier," Ling Yongbing said after briefly sizing up Gu Feng, smiling as he expressed his gratitude.

Gu Feng shook his head, his expression calm. "Mr. Ling, I'm the one who got your son involved."

"Oh?" Ling Yongbing seemed puzzled by Gu Feng's response, then chuckled and said, "Teacher Gu, my lawyer has already spoken to the people at the station. You and Xiao Wei are in the clear. Let's talk on the way."

Clearly, Ling Yongbing had picked up on the subtext in Gu Feng's words. A shrewd man like him naturally knew such details shouldn't be overheard by the police.

Ling Yongbing's car was parked right outside the police station—a Bentley 728 extended version. It wasn't as flashy as Ling Wei's Maserati but radiated more steadiness and elegance.

The 728 extended version was one of Bentley's more luxurious models, priced at 8.88 million yuan. Bentley cars were renowned for their exquisite craftsmanship and exacting standards for materials. Each sedan required at least 400 high-quality cowhides, equivalent to about 15 cows, and the wood used was premium walnut.

Gu Feng looked at the luxurious car, his expression remaining completely unchanged. Ling Yongbing noticed this, thinking even more highly of him.

Ling Yongbing's driver was a man in his thirties, with an unremarkable appearance—the kind you wouldn't notice in a crowd. At first glance, Gu Feng could tell the driver was no ordinary person. The indifference in his eyes was something most people lacked, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.

Once inside the Bentley, the driver discreetly pulled up the partition.

Ling Yongbing then drew the curtains, worth 170,000 yuan, picked up a cigar from the table, and offered it to Gu Feng. "Care for one?"

Gu Feng shook his head.

Seeing this, Ling Yongbing lit a cigar for himself, took a slow puff, leaned back in his seat, and asked, "You said earlier that you got Xiao Wei involved. What exactly happened?"

"Those people were after me," Gu Feng said flatly.

"Oh?" Ling Yongbing looked at Gu Feng with interest. "Do you have a grudge against Xiang Tianhua, the boss of the Dong Xing Gang?"

Gu Feng shook his head. "No."

"Scarface is one of Xiang Tianhua's aces. If Xiang Tianhua sent Scarface to deal with you, it means he takes you seriously. Yet you say you have no grudge against him—that doesn't sound like Xiang Tianhua's style." Clearly, Ling Yongbing knew Xiang Tianhua well, proving the saying that your greatest enemy knows you better than your friends or lovers.

"Forgive my bluntness, but I'm curious why Xiang Tianhua would target you. Of course, you don't have to answer," Ling Yongbing said with a light, charming smile. Despite Ling Wei nearly dying at Scarface's hands, there was no trace of anger on his face at that moment.

"I beat Zhou Mingwei into a eunuch and got him sent to prison. I suppose the Zhou family wants the Dong Xing Gang to finish me off," Gu Feng said nonchalantly.

Watching Gu Feng calmly recount this, a glint of admiration flashed in Ling Yongbing's eyes. In Hong Kong, few could keep their cool while being hunted by the Dong Xing Gang.

"I suggest you quit your teaching job and leave Hong Kong as soon as possible," Ling Yongbing said. Though he admired Gu Feng's courage, he didn't believe Gu Feng could live peacefully in Hong Kong after provoking the Dong Xing Gang.

Gu Feng understood from Ling Yongbing's words that he had no intention of confronting the Dong Xing Gang—at least not now, and certainly not on Gu Feng's behalf.

"Thank you for the advice," Gu Feng said with a smile. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Let me drive you back," Ling Yongbing said, taken aback that Gu Feng didn't take his advice, then smiled and extinguished his cigar.

For the next few minutes, neither spoke. Ling Yongbing leaned back with his eyes closed, lost in thought, while Gu Feng gazed out the window, admiring the scenery.

When the car arrived at the entrance of Mingzhu Apartments, Gu Feng got out and left without another word.

After Gu Feng entered the apartment complex, Ling Yongbing asked his driver, "Biao Zi, what do you think of him?"

Biao Zi glanced at Ling Yongbing through the rearview mirror, shook his head, and replied coldly, "Can't figure him out."

"Neither can I," Ling Yongbing said with a self-deprecating smile. "After all these years, there are few people I can't read. Yet, I can't seem to understand this young man. I must be getting old!"

"Brother Bing, I have a feeling," Biao Zi said while driving. "If I were to fight him, I'd be the one to die."

Hearing this, Ling Yongbing chuckled. "There aren't many people in this world who could make you, Biao Zi, admit defeat. What a pity. If someone like him joined the Red Star Gang, he'd definitely become a formidable asset."

"Indeed, it's a shame, but there's nothing we can do. If we let him join the Red Star Gang now, it would give the Dong Xing Gang an excuse to start a war," Biao Zi said expressionlessly.

Ling Yongbing nodded lightly and fell silent, his calm eyes flickering thoughtfully. He then smiled and said, "But he's also a bit too confident. Trying to take on the Dong Xing Gang alone is simply impossible."

This time, Biao Zi didn't respond.

"Biao Zi, starting tomorrow, assign two people to protect Xiao Wei," Ling Yongbing said after a long sigh.

"Yes, Brother Bing," Biao Zi replied immediately.

"Alright, let's head back to the villa," Ling Yongbing said softly, closing his eyes.

Seeing Ling Yongbing close his eyes in the rearview mirror, Biao Zi slowed the car down.

In the dark night, the Bentley 728 cruised slowly along the street, flanked by two Mercedes-Benz cars, one in front and one behind.