At this moment, a handsome middle-aged man stepped forward, extended his hand, and greeted Shawn Young in polite but slightly awkward Mandarin: "Welcome to Hong Kong, Brother Shawn! I'm Larry Zhao, but most folks call me 'Magic Mike.' I run things around Causeway Bay and Wan Chai. If you want to party in those neighborhoods, 'Magic Mike' is at your service, haha!"
"Oh, oh! Hello, hello! Pleasure to meet you!" Shawn Young hurriedly shook hands with 'Magic Mike,' returning the courtesy.
'Magic Mike' wanted to chat more with Shawn Young, but the burly middle-aged man on the left suddenly jumped out, eager to shake Shawn's hand. He shouted loudly: "Hey hey, Brother Shawn! I'm Victor Zhao, but everyone calls me 'Fire Bull.' Kowloon City and the New Territories are my turf. If you ever wanna hit up the clubs in Kowloon City, I, Fire Bull, guarantee you'll have a blast! Haha, Brother Shawn, you're so damn handsome—the ladies there will probably be fighting over you!"
Faced with this enthusiastic big guy—whose voice was so loud that almost everyone nearby could hear him—'Magic Mike' shot him a fierce glare. His eyes were downright predatory! 'Magic Mike' snapped at him: "Hey, Fire Bull, you think Kowloon City's clubs have all the babes? What, Causeway Bay doesn't have any hotties? And you think Brother Shawn's got no taste? The girls in your joints, you really think they'd turn his head? Give me a break!"
'Fire Bull' was instantly ticked off. He glared right back at 'Magic Mike,' his voice booming: "Yo—Magic Mike, what’s that supposed to mean? You saying my girls aren’t as hot as yours? Get real! If you’ve got guts, let’s each pick out our top bombshells and let Brother Shawn choose for himself. Let’s see who he digs, so you can quit acting like you’re all that!"
'Magic Mike' wasn’t about to back down. He shot 'Fire Bull' a cold look and sneered, "Heh—bring it! I ain’t scared! I’ve been running clubs for over twenty years, while you’re just some musclehead who loves to throw punches! You only started running those joints in Kowloon City recently. You think your girls are hotter than mine!?"
'Fire Bull' shot back with swagger, "Pfft—Magic Mike, just ’cause you’ve been hustling clubs for twenty years doesn’t mean you’re some kind of playboy. You know how it is, real knockout babes are rare. I promise, my place is stacked with a few absolute tens! If you can’t match me, don’t blame me when I’m rolling on the floor laughing!"
'Magic Mike' saw Fire Bull’s cocky grin and said coolly, "Oh yeah? I don’t buy it! You talk a big game, so I’ll just have to swing by and see if you’re for real!"
But Fire Bull waved him off, smirking at Magic Mike, "Bro, I know exactly what kind of horndog you are! If I let you check out my best girls, it'd be like throwing lambs to the wolf! So don’t even think about it—if Brother Shawn honors us with a visit, then maybe you’ll get your shot!"
Shawn Young watched these two bicker endlessly about who’d get to take him out for some wild fun, and could only flash an awkward smile. He said, "Uh, alright, alright—don’t worry! If I’ve got time, I’ll definitely hit up both your spots in Kowloon City and Causeway Bay!"
After Shawn spoke, Magic Mike and Fire Bull finally chilled out. They shot each other dirty looks and mumbled a few choice curses under their breath.
Henry Hung waited for the two to finish their clown show before finally chiming in, "You two are supposed to be big bosses, but you act like a couple of street pimps! All you wanna do is drag Little Brother Shawn off to chase tail. Seriously, is this how grown men should act?!"
Magic Mike quickly pushed up his amber shades and explained with a sheepish grin, "Uh—Uncle Hung, here’s my take: if a guy doesn’t live it up when he’s young, he’s wasting his prime! I’m just looking out for Brother Shawn, trying to show him the best of Hong Kong’s wild nightlife!"
Fire Bull nodded along, "Yeah, yeah, Magic Mike’s right. Seniority-wise, Brother Shawn’s our elder, but age-wise, he’s young, slick, and easy on the eyes! If he doesn’t get a taste of Hong Kong’s flavor, us juniors would lose face!"
Henry Hung shot them a glare, but knowing their personalities, he just sighed and said, "Listen up—I’m taking Little Brother Shawn to the main hall for the Initiation Ceremony first. You two tag along, but keep it classy. Once the ceremony’s done, Shawn can do whatever he wants, and you can pitch all the wild ideas you want then!"
"Oh—oh—Initiation Ceremony! Gotta do it!" The second Magic Mike and Fire Bull heard those words, their joking stopped cold, and they suddenly got all serious.
Henry Hung turned to Shawn Young and said, "Little Brother Shawn, according to our Hung Society rules, anyone from out of town who’s in the family has to pay respects at the local main hall with the Initiation Ceremony!"
Shawn Young blinked, suddenly remembering how Master Tyler Xuan had warned him about all the Hung Society rules. If the brothers call you 'one of us,' no matter where you are, as long as you’re in Hung turf, you gotta follow the Initiation Ceremony tradition. He quickly nodded, "Uh—sure thing!"
Henry Hung smiled and nodded, waving kindly at Shawn Young, "Good! It’s getting late—Brother Shawn, hop in the car with me!"
"Alright—thanks for taking me to the Initiation Ceremony, Uncle Hung." Shawn Young nodded and got into a black Mercedes with Henry Hung. Magic Mike and Fire Bull each called over their crew, and the whole gang piled into cars—seven or eight black Mercedes sedans rolled out of the airport road and sped off toward the city.