"I'm A Deity In The Cycle Of Reincarnation. "

Chapter Five: Foreign Language

Yang Sheng was eating at this time.

Not far from Hong Shenglian's headquarters was a food stall selling dishes like shark fin soup and rice, at reasonable prices. Many of the underlings on duty at the headquarters would come here for late-night snacks.

Yang Sheng had just finished his fight in the ring. Although it seemed like he had defeated Nguyen Phong in just a few minutes, the exertion was immense.

Yang Sheng initially learned martial arts for revenge, so every move he made was aimed at achieving explosive, devastating power.

One strike, unstoppable!

This fighting style involves going all out from the start, which is extremely exhausting, and the biggest fear is getting bogged down in a prolonged fight.

So, after returning to the headquarters, seeing the three elders and Di Wei discussing matters in the inner hall, Yang Sheng came out to fill his stomach and ordered two servings of tofu and roast pork rice.

The fried tofu was fragrant, smooth, and tender; the roast pork belly had crispy skin and tender meat, a savory and delicious flavor. Swallowing it down with white rice was simply heavenly.

Tofu and roast pork rice, a man's romance.

Yang Sheng devoured the plate like a whirlwind, as if he understood the meaning of this saying.

Although he was from Liaoning, he had spent several years studying under a master in Guangdong, and thus had grown accustomed to and enjoyed Hong Kong food.

This was arguably the most enjoyable and carefree meal he had eaten in years.

In previous years, he had been burdened by an obsession, like a weight pressing on his heart, keeping him constantly on edge.

If he had held it in for a few more years, forget revenge; he might have driven himself mad.

Now, filled with the determination to die for his vengeful enemy, even though Fatty Wang had told him that failing the mission in the cycle of reincarnation would mean death, Yang Sheng didn't actually feel that much of a burden.

For Yang Sheng right now, every extra day he lived was a bonus.

The exhilarating thrill of fighting in the arena gave him a sense of purpose, and he even felt a tremor of excitement when he killed Ruan Feng.

This was completely different from the feeling of avenging himself by killing those useless members of the Lin family.

Just then, someone patted Yang Sheng on the shoulder from behind and sat down beside him.

"Wow, handsome, you just killed Ruan Feng, the blood's still on you, and you still have an appetite eating here?"

Before Yang Sheng could speak, the man shouted at the food stall owner, "Uncle Hua! One char siu rice, extra bottom and extra roast pork!"

Yang Sheng had noticed him approaching earlier, but since the man didn't seem hostile, and this was a branch of the Hung Shing Lian organization, Yang Sheng hadn't paid much attention.

When the man turned around, Yang Sheng saw his face, which made him freeze.

Not for any other reason than that this guy was too handsome, so handsome that Yang Sheng felt it was mockery when the man called him "handsome."

The man next to him was probably in his early twenties, with black hair, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a hint of blue in his eyes, displaying clear mixed-race features, much like Leonardo DiCaprio with some Asian features.

Of course, not the Leonardo DiCaprio with the big belly playing with a water gun, but Leonardo DiCaprio at the peak of his handsomeness.

The mixed-race young man, nicknamed "Little Leonardo DiCaprio," flashed Yang Sheng a bright smile:

"Handsome, let's get acquainted. My name is Liang Ziwen. Because my runaway father was British, the guys in the gang call me 'Foreigner Wen.' I hang out with Uncle Wen."

Yang Sheng, unsure of Liang Ziwen's purpose, simply nodded and said, "Yang Sheng, from the mainland."

Liu Ziwen nodded repeatedly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I know! I know! Are all the mainlanders as shrewd as those gangsters?

You used Southern School Cai Li Fo, Northern School Bajiquan, Tai Chi, and Bagua to kill that guy Ruan Feng!"

He's proficient in both Northern and Southern styles of martial arts—that's impressive!

I used to learn Hung Kuen from a master near my house.

But that old man was secretive. He only taught basic techniques to those who paid, the real stuff was only taught to the rich and powerful.

He often made us poor folks clean the martial arts school, claiming it was for training, but he'd beat and yell at us all the time.

So, one night, I stabbed that old man to death, took his secret manual of the "Gong Zi Fu Hu Quan" (a style of martial arts) and ran away.

Later, I heard that Bruce Lee's master, Ip Man, was incredibly skilled. Bruce Lee learned only a fraction of Wing Chun and still managed to create Jeet Kune Do.

I went to learn Wing Chun from a master, who claimed to be a grand-disciple of Ip Man and a disciple of one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun. Turns out he was a complete novice; I knocked his head out in a few punches.

But this guy seemed to actually have some skill; he had a manual on the Eight-Cut Saber technique that looked quite authentic.

Finally, I joined Hung Shing Lian and followed Uncle Man. Uncle Man wanted me to learn Muay Thai, saying it was intense and suitable for ring fighting, and that martial arts were just for show.

But that short Southeast Asian guy broke my leg after only a few days of teaching me. He was a total weakling; I'd rather learn Tan Tui (a style of Chinese martial arts).

Hey handsome, you're so skilled, how about you teach me? "

This foreigner, Wen, seemed overly familiar, almost like a chatterbox, but his words were chilling.

This guy's three masters were all killed by him, who would dare teach him anything?

Yang Sheng shook his head directly, saying, "Sorry, it's not that I don't want to teach, but without my master's permission, kung fu cannot be passed on to outsiders."

Hearing Yang Sheng say this, the foreigner didn't press the matter, but shook his head regretfully, saying, "Your mainland has so many rules, it's a pity such great kung fu is wasted.

If you opened a martial arts school, you'd definitely earn more than those self-proclaimed masters who only know how to brag."

Yang Sheng smiled and said, "If you went into acting, with that face of yours, you'd definitely earn more than joining a gang and killing people." "

The foreigner, Wen, paused for a moment, then shook his head. "No way! I'm afraid I'll lose control and kill the actor I'm acting opposite. If the director comes, we'll all kill them together. I can't stop myself once I start fighting."

Yang Sheng was speechless.

He was finally certain.

This handsome mixed-race guy in front of him was probably a psychopath!

Of course, the foreigner himself didn't think he was a psychopath.

After the char siu rice arrived, the foreigner, like a starving ghost, shoveled the rice into his mouth, mumbling indistinctly:

"Handsome, be careful later.

I overheard Luo Rong from the British Associated Press calling the boss about you when I passed by the inner hall entrance."

Damn, the Commonwealth Press (CSP) truly lives up to its reputation as one of Hong Kong's top ten triads. A mere officer dares to call the boss demanding his man back. That guy, Law Wing, is practically more powerful than Chai Kau, the CSP's leader.

But, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Judging from the boss's tone, he probably doesn't want to fight the CSP head-on, especially not for the sake of a mere 49er like you. Yang Sheng frowned slightly.

This was his first newbie world, and the tasks weren't too difficult.

Two main quests; the only challenging one was finding the royal sword, which hadn't provided a single clue. Surviving for three months was practically a newbie perk.

After all, while Hong Kong in this era was chaotic and morally ambiguous, surviving peacefully for three months shouldn't be a problem.

But now, on his very first day, he was facing this deadly predicament.

If Hong Shenglian really handed him over, Luo Rong would definitely... In an instant, they stuffed him into a sack, hauled him to the open sea, and sank him.

If he tried to escape, he would face pursuit from two gangs.

Whether he could survive three months was uncertain, and how would he complete the other main quest?

Although Wang Pangzi had temporarily elevated his martial arts skills to near-grandmaster level, he wasn't a superhuman. Even a god couldn't defend against several guns pointed at him simultaneously.

Back then, the Bagua Master Cheng Tinghua, with his unparalleled fist techniques, also died under a hail of bullets.

Moreover, the name of this reincarnation world was Dragon City Conquest. The side quests are also related to the Dragon City Arena, and the main quest should be the same.

If he forcibly leaves the gang and goes astray, the most likely outcome is that he'll stray further and further from the main quest.

Therefore, to solve the current predicament, he needs to find a solution within the gang.

Yang Sheng put down his chopsticks, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

As Fatty Wang had said before, in the Reincarnation World, it's not just about fists, but also about brains.

Actually, Fatty Wang hadn't expected Yang Sheng to be so formidable, immediately setting him up with a hellish challenge. A dead end.

If another newcomer had been on the Dragon City stage at the start, they might not have been as ruthless and decisive as Yang Sheng. A stronger one would have only managed to defeat Ruan Feng, while a weaker one could have relied on the newcomer rewards to protect themselves.

Either way, they could have slowly built up their influence within the gang, seeking to complete missions, aiming for no merit but avoiding mistakes.

But Yang Sheng, on the other hand, immediately killed a Double Flower Red Stick of the British Alliance Society. He certainly looked impressive, but he also got himself into a dead end.

"You just said Luo Rong is more powerful than Chai Jiu, the leader of the British Alliance Society? During the Dragon City Championship, Luo Rong just left without even saying goodbye to Chai Jiu?" "

The foreigner swallowed a large mouthful of rice, almost choking and rolling his eyes, before catching his breath and saying:

"Luo Rong is the most powerful leader in the British Associated Society right now. Two of the Three Tigers of the British Associated Society are under his command. Of course, he's more powerful than Chai Jiu.

As a leader, his influence is stronger than 80% of the triad bosses in Hong Kong."

"And what about Chai Jiu? Doesn't he have any complaints?"

The foreigner laughed: "Of course he's not, but what can you do when someone's power is greater than yours? Just like Lao Ding.

Chai Jiu's nickname is Prince Jiu. Although he's from the same generation as Lao Ding, he's not even forty yet.

His father is quite powerful."

Chai Hongtu, the leader of the British Commons Society, was a direct descendant of the Hongmen (Triads). It is said that he rebelled with Chen Qimei at the age of fifteen, armed with a gun.

After Chen Qimei's assassination, heartbroken, he came to Hong Kong alone and established the British Commons Society.

However, this old man lived a long life, only stepping down as leader of the British Commons Society in his seventies, allowing his youngest son, Chai Jiu, to take over. But Chai Hongtu also died less than two years later.

All of Chai Hongtu's first eight sons died in triad conflicts and various accidents. Only his youngest son, Chai Jiu, was best protected by him and had little involvement in triad affairs.

Therefore, when Chai Jiu first took over, the older members of the British Commons Society, because of Chai Hongtu's previous prestige and favors, would certainly support him.

But Luo Rong and his gang leaders, who had built their territories through their own strength, never really took Chai Jiu seriously. They believed Chai Jiu only had a powerful father; otherwise, he wouldn't be qualified to be the head of the British Society.

"The previous head of the Hongmen was also called 'Old Wai Emperor,' and even though Chai Jiu had become the head of the British Society, they still called him 'Prince Nine.' This wasn't a compliment; it was a mockery, implying he only deserved to be a prince."

After hearing what the foreigner Wen said, Yang Sheng suddenly seemed to realize something and nodded thoughtfully.

At that moment, a henchman from the other side of the gang shouted, "Yang Sheng! Boss wants you to come over!"

Yang Sheng stood up and said to the foreigner Wen, "Thanks, but why did you remind me? Aren't you afraid Uncle Wen will find out and punish you?" "

While shoveling rice into his mouth, the foreigner Wen said without looking up, "Put yourself in their shoes. We're all low-level thugs. Nobody wants to be betrayed after contributing to the gang.

Although my mentor is Uncle Wen, one of the three elders of the Hung Shing Lian, he's still just a thug. If he can hand you over, he can hand me over too.

Helping you is helping myself. This door can't be opened; if it is, the Hung Shing Lian's morale will crumble.

Although the Hung Shing Lian is a sunset gang, I'm quite comfortable here. I don't want the gang to go from sunset to complete decline." "

Yang Sheng nodded, gave the foreigner a deep look, then turned and entered the hall.