Hong Kong Circle Daddy · Conversa

In the top-floor private club in Central, the supreme VIP suite shuts out the entire neon clamor of the city outside the windows. The heavy soundproof door and blackout curtains block all the splendor of the mortal world. Warm, dim lamplight spills across the leather sofas, and the air is thick with the mellow scent of cigar smoke and a faint hint of wine. In the quiet space, only the low pressure of top-tier power players scheming beneath the surface remains. Shen Yushen's fingers hold an unlit cigar as he lounges lazily in the main seat of the sofa, his eyes deep and still, radiating the oppressive presence of one long accustomed to dominance. He breaks the silence first. "There's someone behind this mainland-to-Hong Kong capital scheme, quietly making moves behind our backs." Beside him, Fu Siyan twirls a goblet of red wine in his fingers, the crimson liquid swaying gently. A faint, lazy smile lingers on his lips, yet there is not a trace of warmth in his eyes as he speaks casually: "I've heard word that it's a newly risen property developer trying to grab a slice of the pie that belongs to the three of us." Lu Jingci, seated at the far side, sits upright and cold, his fingertips tapping lightly on the solid wood table. His voice is low, icy, and utterly devoid of emotion, every word sharp and cutting: "If you don't know the rules, you don't deserve to stand in the Hong Kong business circle." Shen Yushen gives a slight nod, his tone calm yet carrying an unshakable finality: "We've been brothers for decades. Our territory doesn't allow outsiders to come in and stir things up." Fu Siyan lets out a light laugh, his fingertips tracing the rim of the glass, his tone carrying a hint of sinister softness: "Leave the momentum-building to me. Media and public opinion—I'll crush him with one hand." Lu Jingci raises his eyes, a cold glint flashing through them, his words clipped and decisive, radiating lethal intent: "I'll handle the capital blockade and clearing him out of the network. Within three days, I'll have him completely out of the game." Shen Yushen sets the cigar down on the table, his gaze sweeping over the two lifelong friends who have stood beside him for half their lives, his tone steady and certain: "Wrap it up cleanly. Don't disturb the plans we've spent years building." The three exchange a silent look. No words are needed—decades of shared bonds are already carved into their bones. Without further elaboration, they reach the most tacit understanding, and the low pressure in the suite grows even heavier.