Li Zekun froze upon hearing this, mentally cursing his oversight.
He had been too engrossed in playing the stoic role, hanging up the phone without even asking for the address.
Facing Li Chaoren’s stern gaze, Li Zekun felt a pang of unease.
"Dad, I'll make a call right away to ask," he said, his voice betraying his nervousness.
Li Zekun scurried out of the room, his heart pounding.
Once outside, he immediately dialed Cheng Wei’s number.
"Young Master Li, any further instructions?" Cheng Wei asked.
"Ahem... I didn't get a chance to ask for your address earlier and accidentally hung up," Li Zekun said, clearing his throat nervously before continuing, "Where is it?"
Cheng Wei, understanding the situation, didn't press him.
"Yang Bingchen's villa, at today's charity gala," Cheng Wei replied.
"Thank you very much. I'll treat you to a drink another day," Li Zekun said with genuine gratitude.
Cheng Wei had been a great help, and Li Zekun truly appreciated it.
"Alright, you guys carry on then," Cheng Wei responded before hanging up.
With the confirmed information in hand, Li Zekun cautiously returned to the room. Li Chaoren was already dressed and ready to leave at any moment.
"Did you find out?" Li Chaoren asked as Li Zekun entered.
"Yes, I did," Li Zekun nodded.
Li Chaoren remained silent, leaning on his cane as he headed for the door. Li Zekun quickly stepped forward to support him.
The charity gala was supposed to have started by now, but it had been delayed due to Zhou Gangyi assaulting Liu Zhe.
Yang Bingchen had called Liu Yuanxiong to inform him. Upon learning that his son had been severely beaten at his home, he rushed over with his entourage.
While he might not have had absolute control in Hong Kong, nor wielded immense power, he certainly wasn't accustomed to his family being bullied in such a manner.
In this era of increasingly robust law and order in Hong Kong, such egregious acts had not been seen in years, and to have it happen to him was particularly galling.
If this had happened a few years ago, or even a decade ago, he might have understood.
"Mr. Pu, if you can help me sort out my son's situation shortly, I will cooperate with your family's business," Liu Yuanxiong said to the young man sitting with his eyes closed beside him on the way to Yang Bingchen’s villa.
This man, also from the mainland, had a family business of moderate scale. However, he possessed a peculiar strength, capable of striking someone on the head with a brick as easily as slicing watermelon.
He had even demonstrated his abilities in front of Liu Yuanxiong, effortlessly taking down three to five boxing security guards.
Hearing from Yang Bingchen that the assailant was a formidable opponent, Liu Yuanxiong had specifically brought this man along.
"Don't worry, Mr. Liu. I can handle ordinary people for you," the young man said.
Reassured by his reply, Liu Yuanxiong nodded contentedly.
At Liu Yuanxiong’s request, the driver sped towards Yang Bingchen’s villa. Before the car had even fully stopped, Liu Yuanxiong jumped out and ran towards the scene.
Seeing his son still lying on the cold, damp grass, Liu Yuanxiong’s eyes blazed with fury.
"Who did this? Who?"
Liu Yuanxiong helped Liu Zhe up, his eyes filled with rage as he scanned the surroundings.
"I did. What of it? Are you here to avenge your son?" Zhou Gangyi retorted, unfazed by Liu Yuanxiong's anger.
"I advise you not to be too arrogant. Otherwise, I'll beat you too, leaving both the big and small ones lying down."
"Good, very good. This is Hong Kong. Don't think you can act so presumptuously just because you have some strength and skills. This matter is far from over today."
Upon seeing Zhou Gangyi step forward and admit it, Liu Yuanxiong’s eyes burned with hatred, as if he could devour Zhou Gangyi.
"Heh... if you can't teach your own son properly, I'll do it for you. You're welcome," Zhou Gangyi said, waving his hand dismissively.
He continued, "Since you're here, leave a hundred million as a donation and get lost. I don't want to see you; you disgust me."
"Fine, fine. We'll see how long your arrogance lasts," Liu Yuanxiong said, standing up. He glanced back and then called out to the young man slowly approaching from behind, "Mr. Pu, hurry up, over here."
At this moment, everyone's gaze shifted. A young gentleman in a suit, one hand in his pocket and a cigarette dangling from his lips, sauntered over.
He seemed to relish the attention of everyone waiting for him, basking in the spotlight as if he were a triumphant king returning home.
It had been so long since he had felt this way; it was truly nostalgic.
After toiling away like a beast of burden for years, he finally felt like a human being.
"Mr. Liu, how can I help you?"
His voice preceded him even before he arrived. Those around him parted a path, clearing the way.
"Mr. Pu, I'm counting on you. Beat my son back in the same way he was beaten," Liu Yuanxiong said, pointing at Zhou Gangyi with fierce animosity, finally feeling a sense of vindication.
Just then, the young man stepped forward and looked in the direction Liu Yuanxiong was pointing.
"Damn it..."
He hadn't noticed before, but upon seeing, he nearly peed himself.
Was it so difficult to act cool while going out these days?
He had come all the way to Hong Kong to show off, yet he couldn't escape.
Back in Modu, he had been incredibly well-behaved.
This person was none other than Pu Zaiye, the errand boy of the Laoshan Sect!
He had met Zhou Gangyi three times, and each time they were beaten, Zhou Gangyi was present, never absent.
Pu Zaiye's expression shifted instantly from smug confidence to sheer terror.
"Oh, isn't this a disciple of the Laoshan Sect? What was your name again?" Zhou Gangyi asked Pu Zaiye, a wide grin on his face.
The man's misfortune evoked a sense of pity in Zhou Gangyi.
"Uh... Young Master, my name is Pu Zaiye. You can call me Xiao Pu," Pu Zaiye said, his face breaking into a fawning smile as he scurried over to Zhou Gangyi, bowing obsequiously.
Liu Yuanxiong stared in disbelief. "Didn't you just call him over yourself?"
"Do you know each other?" Qin Wen asked Zhou Gangyi, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"It's neither knowing nor not knowing. We've had several in-depth exchanges," Zhou Gangyi explained. They had beaten each other up three times; how could they not know each other?
And they kept coming, one wave after another, to offer themselves as targets.
"Oh, these beautiful ladies clearly look like fairies descended from heaven, their beauty so stunning it's like a soaring phoenix and a gracefully dancing dragon. To see you in this life is to profane your beauty. I deserve death; it's all my fault."
After saying this, Pu Zaiye averted his gaze, adopting a posture of profound reverence.
This masterful maneuver left Xia Lin and the others stunned.
"Good heavens."
"This guy's got potential, just speaking the truth."
Zhou Gangyi was also taken aback. While he knew Pu Zaiye was a sycophant, he hadn't expected him to be so adept at flattery.
He truly was worthy of having been at the lowest rungs of the Laoshan Sect for years; his skill in bootlicking had reached perfection.
Pu Zaiye had thrived in the Laoshan Sect solely based on his sharp tongue and quick wit.
Otherwise, he would have met a grim end long ago.
It was precisely for this reason that Gu Zhe had spared his martial arts and allowed him to leave.
Liu Yuanxiong was dumbfounded. This person had completely changed.
"Where's your expert demeanor?"
"Where's the 'chest-crushing stone' act?"
"The 'brick-on-the-forehead' move?"
"Holy cow..."