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

“He is Wo Shing Wo.S. President Deng Bo.”

Wang Taiyi turned to look at the old man.

Is this Uncle Deng? How come he's so fat in real life? No wonder I didn't notice him. This old man sits there motionless like a giant doll, and his belt could tie three adults together.

"Uncle Deng? Why aren't you with those leaders? What are you doing here?"

Uncle Deng patted his belly, his tone as if he had seen through all the ways of the world.

“I’m not the boss. Everyone does what they’re supposed to do. I just happened to be passing by and came up to take a look. Seeing you young people, I can feel your youthful energy.”

"Then you should go to nightclubs to see girls; you'll be more energetic there."

"..."

Uncle Deng was speechless.

"No, Uncle Deng, you're supposed to be the retired emperor of Wo Shing, how come you don't have any underlings with you?"

Uncle Deng sighed.

"It was there originally, but it escaped during the explosion."

Tsk! Tsk! This guy doesn't even have a loyal follower? Big D at least has a ponytail.

"Are you all ready? The second wave is coming!"

Old Wang took out his phone to notify the Saint Seiya warriors to enter the arena and unleash their fury.

"Don't even move!"

A group of police officers suddenly burst in.

One by one, they took out their guns, which quieted the scene down.

The leader, a policeman who looked a lot like Dafei but was more mature, but equally ugly, said...

"I am Inspector Wong Chi-shing of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau in Tsim Sha Tsui. Who among you used explosives here just now? Step forward!"

Huang Zhicheng was also unlucky. He was leading a team to carry out a drug raid, and the suspect was in this restaurant. But before they could catch him red-handed, an explosion scared everyone away.

"Were you playing with explosives here? You bastard, come with us."

He knew that this place was full of gang members and he couldn't take them all with him, so he could only grab one at random to find an excuse for the failure of this operation.

The crow was still in shock at surviving the bombing when it came to its senses and found itself handcuffed and held at gunpoint.

"Hey, what are you doing? I need to see my lawyer!"

"Shut up! Come with us to the police station. You can see anyone there."

Huang Zhicheng surveyed the scene, issued a warning, and then left with his team, taking Crow, whose underwear was almost gone, without even asking about the explosion.

The smiling tiger's smile remained frozen on his face from the moment the explosion began.

How could this happen? We had originally agreed with Crow to cause trouble today, to stir up conflict between Hung Hing and Tung Sing, and to lay the groundwork for their entry into Tsim Sha Tsui.

Why did the crow suddenly explode on the spot? This isn't in the script. What should we do? Maybe we should take a lawyer to bail the crow out and then make other plans.

"Hey!"

Wang Taiyi looked disappointed; there was no fun left, and all that formal attire he'd worn today had been for nothing.

"Young man, it's good to want to rise to the top, but going too far will not end well."

Uncle Deng started rambling again. He knew Wang Taiyi, the most outrageous lunatic in Hongxing. Seeing him today, he was indeed extraordinary. What else could he be but a lunatic, throwing a grenade at a banquet organized by his own gang? The key was that he still didn't know what Wang Taiyi was after.

"Uncle Deng, you should leave now."

Old Wang wasn't one of those guys from the Lian Sheng group who loved listening to his rambling.

"If you don't leave, I'll stew your dog and add a dish to your meal."

Alas! It's true what they say, you can't talk about ice with a summer insect. Uncle Deng picked up his little white dog and slowly walked towards the door. He and the people from Lian Sheng hurriedly entered the restaurant and surrounded Uncle Deng, showering him with concern and care.

Wang Taiyi stared at a guy who looked a lot like his older brother Jiang Tiansheng and pondered, wondering if he could make a move.

"Brother Donghuang!"

Dafei's voice interrupted his train of thought.

"Why are you sitting here? It's so boring. Come over and have a drink with us."

It's more fun sitting here.

Wang Taiyi was not in high spirits, and he was a little unhappy that the program he had carefully prepared could not be broadcast.

"Drink my ass, who are you drinking with?"

"Just like..."

Dafei stretched out his finger and looked back. Damn, everyone was gone.

“Dafei,” Wang Taiyi asked curiously, looking at Dafei.

"what?"

"Is your dad a sailor?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

"Did you see that note just now? It looks just like you. Maybe it's your dad's illegitimate child."

"How can it be!"

Dafei defended himself.

“My father is a short mule, my grandfather is a loan shark, my family bloodline is pure, and there are only two children, my sister and me. That cop looks like a bastard. How do I look like him? Brother Donghuang, you must be joking.”

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"Am I in a hurry? No, I'm not!"

"If you say there's no fun tonight, then there's no fun tonight. I'm going home to sleep."

"You're leaving already? Aren't you going to relax and have some fun?"

"Go on your own."

……

Repulse Bay Villa.

He hasn't been back for the past few days. During the day, Lei Zhilan said that the house had been renovated and professional housekeepers and maids had been hired. Old Wang doesn't know anything about these things, so he still has to rely on the young lady.

Upon entering the brightly lit house, Old Wang's first thought was how much electricity it must have used. Then he thought, "I'm a rich man, why would I care about this?"

By the way, where is the clothes rack after this villa was fully furnished?

Unable to find anywhere to hang his coat, Old Wang was about to toss it aside when a sinister voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Sir, what are you looking for?"

Holy crap! What the hell is this?!

A pale-faced geisha, dressed in a simple, ordinary style, shook her head and grinned at him.

"You laugh at your mother!"

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Tai pulled a pistol from his ring and pressed it against the chin of the ghostly face, releasing the safety with a "click".

"Speak! Who are you?"

Even with a gun pointed at him, the grotesque face stopped smiling.

"Master, I am your maid."

"Impossible. My surname isn't Ning, so how could I have a maid who looks like a ghost?"

"I……"

"What are you doing?"

Sleepy-eyed Lei Zhilan and Guan Zhiling appeared together on the stairs on the second floor of the living room.

Upon seeing the two female owners, the female ghost immediately cried for help.

"Madam, help! Master is going to kill me with his thing!"

Lei Zhilan ran downstairs and jumped onto Old Wang's back.

"Oh dear, Grandma, you're back! Oh dear, why are you pointing a gun at our servant?"

"What is a servant? A maid is a maid."

Wang Taiyi put away his gun.

"So this ghost is really our family's servant?"

Lei Zhilan seemed quite pleased with the phrase "our family," and said with a smile.

"Of course, she's a professional maid I got from my best friend's house. She was specially trained in Japan and even has a Japanese name—Mao Fang Cezi."

So it was her, she likes the toilet paper of strong men, so Lei Zhilan's best friend is Tang Judy?

Chapter 82 Hongxing Hall Master Attacked