It was a sunny afternoon, and Wang Yan was tirelessly making harassing phone calls.
Just as the call was connected and Wang Yan was talking incessantly, the person on the other end did not get anxious, did not curse, and did not hang up the phone rudely. Instead, he listened to Wang Yan very quietly and asked some key questions from time to time.
Wang Yan knew his chance had come. After some discussion, he arranged to view the house the next day.
The next day, two people came to view the house. They were a couple who were about to get married.
The man's name was Zhang Hai, a mid-level manager in charge of technology at an internet company, earning a million yuan a year. The woman's surname was Liu, but he didn't know her name. As a man, he rashly asked her what her name was and what she did for a living. She was also a manager at a company, earning slightly less than Zhang Hai, but not by much. They were two years older than Wang Yan, around thirty.
Due to the wedding date, they didn't choose a new house. After a few days of looking around, they settled on a pre-owned house in a busy area. It was 120 square meters and sold for 12 million yuan. They had originally been insisting on 12.5 million yuan, but Wang Yan stepped in and settled the deal with the owner.
Wang Yan was now competent, well-spoken, and had helped save them a considerable amount of money. The two of them had a particularly positive impression of him, and the owner was also quite willing to accept the offer, as they were not short of money. In the end, they only collected a small commission, and everyone was happy.
This single transaction earned Wang Yan nearly 100,000 yuan, which was his previous annual income. Of course, the money wouldn't arrive so quickly; it would take one to two months for the account to be credited after completing the necessary paperwork.
The success of this deal also made Wang Yan realize that it was pointless to stop doing this. He would make money in the early stages, and once he had enough, he would arrange for his parents to have a good time, and then find a beautiful place to enjoy life. As Wang Yan's abilities improved, making money would only become easier. He had already made enough money, so why bother with useless things? He believed that by then, his value would have been realized countless times.
The following period of time was uneventful, and Wang Yan continued to repeat his previous daily routine.
Until one night at the end of March, Wang Yan, who was reading a book, received another system prompt.
"Chen Yongren in 'Infernal Affairs' made a wish: to be redeemed!"
Seeing Chen Yongren's wish, Wang Yan couldn't help but smile: "Chen Yongren definitely regrets this. He doesn't want to continue struggling in the sea of suffering."
A thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered that the world was a bit dangerous, considering the drama was full of hidden gunfire. Wang Yan decided to put all his attribute points into his Constitution. He wasn't in a rush to add points, preferring to add them bit by bit, so he could have time to digest and adapt.
Then he turned on his computer, logged into his account, and started watching Infernal Affairs 1, 2, and 3. He then continued to research some information about Hong Kong at the time. To be honest, apart from watching a few Hong Kong films, Wang Yan didn't know much about the island, and he couldn't speak Cantonese. There were also various triads and criminal organizations. It was really not an easy task to understand them in a short period of time.
Wang Yan didn't care about that anymore. If he really waited until he understood everything, it would take forever. It was a good opportunity to improve his own abilities. The unknown was the best challenge, wasn't it?
He immediately drew the curtains, drank a sip of water, and lay down on the bed.
Without saying anything, he pulled out the panel and chose to go.
A blue light flashed, and Wang Yan disappeared without a trace.
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Wang Yan opened his eyes and was shocked to find that he was standing at the door of a cell.
Seeing Wang Yan in a daze, the prison guard behind him pushed Wang Yan hard and said, "What are you doing? Go inside."
Wang Yan staggered after being pushed, turned his head and looked at the prison guard without saying a word. He found that he heard everything the prison guard said clearly.
Seeing him like this, the prison guard became even more angry: "Looking at me? You want to hit me? Go to hell." As he said that, he wanted to kick Wang Yan in.
Wang Yan reacted so quickly that before he could even kick his foot, he slipped in and apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, sir, I was distracted, I was distracted, haha." He said this in Cantonese.
Seeing Wang Yan like this, the guard paused, his foot stomping with a look of unfulfilled satisfaction. He'd put in so much effort, but couldn't let it out, and the feeling of being stuck between the lines was making him feel uncomfortable. His face twitched, and he cursed in frustration, "Don't mess with me! Be careful, you bastard!" He closed the cell door and stormed off, cursing.
Wang Yan finally had time to survey the room. It had four bunk beds, plenty of space, and decent conditions. Besides that, three other people were staring at him with what they thought were vicious eyes.
There is no choice to receive identity information arranged by the system. This is obviously not a good time.
Wang Yan, who had watched many Hong Kong underworld films, knew what was going on and was mentally prepared before coming.
"Don't waste your time. All three of you come together." Wang Yan didn't waste any words and hooked his finger at the three of them.
This was a huge humiliation for the gangsters who were always yelling and shouting, so the three of them rushed over without saying a word.
Wang Yan dodged the incoming punch, ducked, and delivered a powerful blow to the abdomen, knocking the man vomit. He then used the momentum to step back, his explosive power giving him unparalleled speed, allowing him to dodge the second man's powerful kick. A third man then raised his fist to meet the attack, but he was nowhere near Wang Yan's speed, and he swung a punch directly into his jaw. He spun around and delivered a kick to the second man's lower back, knocking him flat on his back.
In less than twenty seconds, Wang Yan had completely neutralized all three. One was left retching, clutching his stomach, another fainted, and another lay groaning, rubbing his waist. Wang Yan, relentless in his attack, unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, avoiding vital points, yet still managed to keep the three men in tatters. The fainted ones were roused from the pain, let alone the remaining two.
The three men's howling attracted the guards, who immediately carried them onto stretchers and sent them to the infirmary. Seeing Wang Yan's ferocity, the guards who came over gave him a warning and didn't impose any further punishment. They were all human, and he was afraid. Fortunately, the guard from before didn't come, otherwise Wang Yan would have been put in solitary confinement.
Through the battle just now, Wang Yan also knew the level of the average gangsters and thugs, and he felt a lot more at ease.
I just found an empty upper bunk and lay down, so that I could receive the information quietly.
The identity assigned to me by the system is that I smuggled in from mainland China in 1977. Due to policy at the time, I was given an ID card upon arrival. After years of hard work, I eventually became the boss of a small gang in Tuen Mun, managing an entire street and commanding over 20 people. I was previously imprisoned for assault and sentenced to one year, and now I am serving a prison sentence.
He was not imprisoned in the legendary Stanley Prison, but an ordinary prison for criminals, some of whom were sentenced to short sentences. Wang Yan was not qualified to go to Stanley now, as the big guys were imprisoned there.
The system also very considerately provides LV2 Cantonese.
There's no other information, so he has to rely on himself. It's September 1990 now, and he won't be released until September 1991.
Wang Yan couldn't quite accept it. After all, he was a police officer, or even an undercover agent. He ended up being a complete scoundrel, cursing the system. But the system was always so shrewd; he had no idea if the system had any intelligence.
After complaining for a while, Wang Yan accepted his fate. Otherwise, he couldn't get out.
Open the system panel and look at the data in the property bar
Wang Yan
Attribute: Strength 12
Agility 12
Constitution 13
Spirit 13
Unassigned points 4
Wang Yan hesitated for a moment and decided not to rashly add any physical fitness points. He felt that his physical fitness was improving more and more slowly. Wouldn't it be even slower if he added more? Therefore, Wang Yan decided to train first and then add more when he could no longer train or encountered danger. This would maximize the benefits.
I stopped thinking about random things, warmed up immediately, and started exercising.
In the past month or so in real life, Wang Yan's exercise intensity has been much lower than before in order to survive and develop. During the year in prison, he has been training himself madly. There are plenty of scumbags in this prison, so he can do both fighting and physical training.
Moreover, after returning, the system also provides free body maintenance services, so you have less worries and can just work hard.
It was afternoon when Wang Yan arrived. The fight didn't take long, as they had been exercising the whole time. Wang Yan was already starving.
Finally, after much anticipation, the guards unlocked the cells and gathered them in the cafeteria for dinner. While the meal was substantial, it wasn't very greasy, and the taste was just okay. It was a prison communal meal, and after thirty years of eating Northern cuisine, Wang Yan wasn't used to it.
Wang Yan was thinking about how to get some money, arrange for the prison guards, and improve their treatment. He had to exercise a lot every day, and he couldn't afford to not get enough nutrition.
He has no money on him now. As for his brothers outside, Wang Yan estimated that they had disbanded long ago and could not be relied upon.
After much thought, I finally decided to take action against the group of inmates around me.
Wang Yan ate quietly and listened to other people at the table talking about things inside and outside the prison. He also had a general understanding of the situation.
There are many societies in Hong Kong Island, such as Hung Hing, Tung Sing, and Lian Sheng, and countless other societies of all sizes. This is also true in reality. Perhaps this is a world created by the system for the sake of balance.
The system's arrangement also destined Wang Yan to develop his career in the underworld. After all, once a gangster, always a gangster. If he wanted to do legitimate work, no one would hire him.
In society, there is only progress and no retreat. When you want to retreat, that is when you will die.
Overall, dinner was eaten in a friendly atmosphere. After all, members of large and small communities in Hong Kong were detained here, so it was normal for hostile groups to curse at each other.
After dinner, the gangsters shoved and shoved their way back to their cells, while Wang Yan strolled around the room digesting his food.
Afterwards, he did some simple exercises, cleaned up, and went to bed. He was alone in the cell, so he slept soundly until dawn without any gnashing of teeth, farting, or grumbling.
After getting up, warming up, and washing up, it was time for breakfast.
After that, the prison guards assigned him work. Prison wasn't meant to be a leisurely affair. Besides, Wang Yan hadn't assigned any guards, so the assigned work wasn't easy. Wang Yan relished it. While manual labor was a far cry from his own targeted training, it certainly improved his endurance. Needless to say, his endurance was excellent.
While Wang Yan was working hard to improve his endurance, a bunch of young men over there were unhappy: "Damn, this kid is so arrogant. He doesn't even know how to pay respects here."
During the break, more than ten people came and surrounded Wang Yan. Then the two people in front of him stepped aside to let a confused gangster come in. "Kid, I'm from Hongxing. Where are you from? Don't you know the rules?"
Wang Yan looked at the bad guys in their twenties who came to talk to him about the rules of the mountain gate. He shook his head and had nothing to say.
They were all unarmed, and without a gun, he wasn't afraid of anyone. Without further ado, he swung his sword and smashed it against the leader in front of him, then kicked him in the stomach and sent him flying. Wang Yan used all his strength, knocking out several teeth. The dazed eldest brother kept mumbling, "Damn it! Beat him up! Forget washing it." Seeing the eldest brother's order, the other brothers rushed over and beat Wang Yan up without saying a word.
What followed was a series of painful cries. Wang Yan was in pain too. He could only fight four or five gangsters, and he couldn't escape unscathed. No matter how bad the gangsters were, they were experienced in street fighting. Ordinary people were no match for them. Wang Yan was mentally strong, gritted his teeth, and with clear thinking, he fought the gangsters to a standstill.
In the end, everyone, including Wang Yan, lay on the ground. Wang Yan stood up with a bruised face and a throbbing pain. He staggered to the leader and, gathering his strength, began to punch and kick him.
The prison guards, who had been watching the action from a distance, saw the outcome and rushed forward to clean up the mess. They hit Wang Yan twice with a stick, causing him to howl in pain. They then pulled him away and took him to the infirmary, shouting at the onlookers to get back to work and not cause trouble.
As soon as they left, the onlookers burst into conversation. They all loved gossip. They all wanted to know where this tough guy came from and why he was so awesome. It was understandable. Apart from anything else, no one dared to mess with the Hongxing gang. And Wang Yan was such a skilled fighter. Don't assume all gangsters were just like Chen Haonan. Wang Yan estimated that among some famous fighters and double-flowered red sticks, Wang Yan's record would rank among the best. They were just ordinary people; they couldn't all be boxing champions.
Wang Yan arguably shot to fame in one battle. Of course, everything has a price, and there are consequences. Nearly a quarter of the inmates in Wang Yan's prison are members of the Hongxing faction, hundreds of them. Pulling out a carrot brings out the dirt; Wang Yan has stirred up a hornet's nest. While the enmity isn't significant enough to kill him right now, he'll have to bear the consequences, and he'll undoubtedly suffer a bruised and battered face in the future.
The guards took Wang Yan away, essentially saving him. Otherwise, by the time the men he'd beaten recovered, he'd likely be crippled. He walked slowly down the street, and the guards didn't rush him. They understood; after all the beatings he'd endured, being able to walk on his own was impressive. They simply gave him a couple of kicks, a symbolic assertion of their authority.
On the way, Wang Yan reflected on the recent fight, summarizing his experience. Previously, he'd only hired one professional sparring partner; he'd never encountered anything on this scale. This was largely due to Wang Yan's diverse training, extensive knowledge, and quick reflexes. Otherwise, given Wang Yan's relatively weak physique compared to the Young and Dangerous, he'd probably be in the ICU by now.
Fighting, no matter who you fight or how many people you fight, it all comes down to your body. This fight drained Wang Yan's body and made him extremely tired. I believe many people have fought before, right? Is there anyone who hasn't fought since childhood? Afterwards, you will feel weak all over and even tremble. Wang Yan is in this situation. He doesn't tremble, and after years of training, he has been able to control it very well. The main reason is that Wang Yan has too little actual combat experience and his control is much worse. He can be knocked down with only 60% of his strength, but he used 90%, which was too much.
Wang Yan summarized it into three points: one is body, two is skills, and three is control.
There was a lot of talk, but they actually arrived at the infirmary quickly. The doctor examined each person one by one and applied medicine. Wang Yan's injuries looked serious, and most of the vital parts were avoided. He just needed some medicine and rest. So they arranged a bed for Wang Yan to rest.
Wang Yan lay in bed, looking around. The infirmary was quite large, probably due to long-term experience, and there were quite a few beds.
As Wang Yan was looking, he saw the three people who were beaten up by him yesterday. The three people obviously also saw Wang Yan.
The main reason was that after a period of rest, the injured parts were swollen and a little difficult to identify. The three people lying in a row stared at Wang Yan, trying to confirm whether he was the one who beat them yesterday.
Their eyes met, and now it was confirmed. The three of them immediately burst into laughter, provoking a group of Hongxing boys who had just been beaten and were cursing Wang Yan to a tirade. The three of them were obviously not from any major gangs, so they apologized cautiously and continued to stare at Wang Yan and make faces.
Wang Yan was amused by these three. No wonder Wang Yan was amused. They were completely clueless. It wasn't like they weren't going back to the cell; they were still with Wang Yan, weren't they? They didn't even think about what to do when they got back; they were just teasing Wang Yan.
He was too lazy to pay attention to them, nor to the incompetent rants of this bunch of scum. He simply closed his eyes and let them continue their rants. It was always like that; if you ignored them, they'd get bored after a while and stop. He was plotting revenge on Wang Yan once he'd recovered, and Wang Yan was perfectly happy about it. As long as they didn't kill or maim him, the more of this all-around physical exercise that also strengthened his fighting skills, the better. Wang Yan couldn't ask for more.
