Hong Kong variety show: Why do you say I'm crazy?

"Brother Qiu, you actually want me to kill someone? What do you take me for?"

Di Qiu rolled her eyes. What? You still think you're a good person? We all know each other.

"As long as you help me kill this person, I won't take the two million you brought, and you can take all the money over there, a total of ten million."

Killing someone for ten million is incredibly extravagant. If that money were distributed outside, countless thugs and assassins would storm into the walled city and wreak havoc.

Di Qiu had considered this issue.

Kowloon Walled City is a unique place, a melting pot of all sorts of people, yet it is an impenetrable stronghold run by the Dragon City Gang. Even the British army couldn't flatten it back then.

Dragon Whirlwind of the Dragon City Gang was once invincible. After thinking it over, Di Qiu could only think of two people who could rival Dragon Whirlwind.

One is a big boss, and the other is Wang Taiyi.

The big boss has been famous for a long time. His gang has always been able to compete with the Dragon City Gang, which shows its strength. However, it would be too costly for him to take action. He would have to ask Di Qiu to give up all his assets in the Walled City.

You must know that Di Qiu is a major landowner in the city walled city. He owns nearly a third of the units in the city walled city, which is a huge amount of wealth. He would not give it up easily unless he was forced to.

As for Wang Taiyi, he once entered the walled city alone and came out unharmed. Afterwards, it was rumored that after Wang Taiyi left the walled city, Long Juanfeng went into seclusion for three days, and everyone said that he was injured.

Wang Taiyi asked curiously, "Who made you go to such lengths, Brother Qiu? Did you find out that Tornado guy and his wife were having an affair?"

"oops!"

Wang Taiyi covered his mouth, looking annoyed.

"Hey! I was just too honest. Brother Qiu, please don't be angry. It's my fault, it's all my fault. Please don't hurt our brotherhood."

Wang Taiyi's face was full of sincerity.

Di Qiu calmly poured the tea:

My wife has been dead for over twenty years.

"Oh? Sorry, sorry."

"Could it be that Brother Qiu's mistress is having an affair with Tornado?"

"...I don't have any concubines."

"And what about the mistress?"

"..."

Di Qiu tightened his grip on the teacup.

"None? What about the young female college student in the bag?"

"..."

The tea has overflowed the teacup.

"No? I understand! ...It's...a male college student?"

As he spoke, Wang Taiyi awkwardly shifted his buttocks back in his chair.

"enough."

Di Qiu slammed the teapot on the table; the usually refined Di Qiu was no longer refined.

"There are no female college students! And no male college students! I'm just asking you one question!"

"I need you to go into the stronghold and, under the protection of the tornado, kill someone. Are you in?"

Di Qiu glared angrily at Wang Taiyi.

Di Qiu's enemy is actually Chen Luojun's father, the notorious killer Chen Zhan, who personally killed Di Qiu's wife and children right in front of him years ago.

Although Chen Zhan was ultimately killed by the tornado, his wife and children are still alive. How can this be? My wife and children are dead, and you still want to live? Are you kidding me?

When he was about to make his move, he discovered that Chen Zhan's wife and children had disappeared. This angered him so much that his hair turned white overnight.

For the past twenty-odd years, the belief in killing Chen Zhan's wife and children has been his constant motivation.

As for Tornado, they were no longer brothers from the moment he chose to protect Chen Luojun.

Wang Taiyi smiled and lit a cigarette for Di Qiu.

"Look at you, why are you throwing a tantrum? People say that the more someone tries to deny something, the more likely they are to do it..."

"you!"

"Okay! Okay! I won't say, I won't say."

Wang Taiyi poured Di Qiu another cup of tea.

"Since it's not a tornado, Brother Qiu, can I ask you who you want me to kill? I can't just kill ignorant women and children too."

"Snapped!"

Di Qiu crushed the teacup in his hand, veins bulging on his forehead.

“That man is no ignorant woman or child; I have an irreconcilable hatred for him! The hatred for my wife and children burns in my heart every moment, so this man must die!”

As he spoke, Di Qiu tossed Wang Taiyi a crudely made ID card that looked obviously fake.

Wang Taiyi held up two fingers to catch the flying ID card, still marveling at Di Qiu's exquisite design. Tsk tsk... It burned his heart; the lyrics were like song lyrics.

"Alright, if that's how you put it, I'll take the job. Involving family members in江湖 (jianghu) feuds is a major taboo; this person is doomed. His name is..."

Wang Taiyi glanced at the ID card.

"Chen Luojun, 26 years old."

26 years old?

"Brother Qiu, you want me to kill this Chen Luojun?"

“Yes! It’s him.” Di Qiu gritted his teeth.

"Brother Qiu... I'm just curious, when your wife and child died, Chen Luojun was just a baby, right? How did he kill your wife and child? Did he just die of cuteness?"

Di Qiu's forehead veins bulged even more. He suppressed his anger and squeezed out each word through clenched teeth:

"Wang! Tai! Yi! This job, if you can do it, then do it! If you can't, then get out! Make way for the other assassins!"

"He's getting impatient again. Fine, fine, I'll do it. I'll definitely make Brother Qiu satisfied."

Wang Taiyi quickly took his leave, for Qiu-ge was about to lose her temper.

As Wang Taiyi reached the door, he turned back:

"By the way, Brother Qiu, I think that thumb ring on your hand is pretty nice, how about..."

Di Qiu couldn't hold back any longer. "You still want the last gift my wife gave me before she died? Why don't you just die?"

He grabbed a plate and threw it at Wang Taiyi.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Get far, far away!!!"

Only after watching Wang Taiyi disappear did Di Qiu calm down and forcefully suppress his anger.

Now that Donghuangzai has agreed to do it, if it is as rumored, then Chen Luojun will surely die, and the grudges of more than 20 years will finally come to an end.

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, tilting his head back.

As long as I can get revenge, everything will be... without regrets.

Huh? Where's my lighter? How did my lighter with such a big piece of jade inlaid on it disappear?

"Brother Qiu."

The head that peeked out from the doorway was none other than Wang Taiyi.

"Brother Qiu, is your ancestral home in Gansu?"

"........."

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……

"Ah~~~"

"This city is so empty~ These memories are so ominous~"

"This street is full of gluttons~ Who can I hug~"

"Those furrowed brows—that longing is so intense—"

"Ah Long~ Ah Long~ Ah Long~"

Wang Taiyi was speeding through Tsim Sha Tsui in a sports car he had gotten from Sister Thirteen, singing loudly as he went.

Passersby cursed and yelled at him, but he ignored them.

"You idiot, driving so fast!"

"I curse you to get into a car accident, you bastard!"

"Who are you calling a good-for-nothing? You're the good-for-nothing."

"..."

I'm so happy! It seems my attitude towards life is correct. I used to work myself to the bone to earn money but didn't make much. Now that I'm just lying down, money and women are all coming my way.

"Wow! Ah Long, you're so talented! You sang so well! Did you write your own song? What's it called?"