Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

"Damn, you're like a dog." Someone spat.

The sounds of fists and feet pounding in the mourning hall were muffled, like punches hitting a sandbag.

Liang Kun's men clearly didn't hold back and wanted to take the opportunity to beat Chen Haonan to death.

Liang Kun scoffed, pointing at the crowd with his cigar in hand: "A bunch of good-for-nothings. I thought someone had the guts to stand up."

At the funeral hall, neither the other leaders of Hung Hing nor the other guests dared to speak out against their anger.

Who told Handsome Kun to get involved with a Japanese yakuza organization? Nobody wants to be the next Big B, dying mysteriously and inexplicably.

Just as the crown prince was about to take a step forward, someone beat him to it.

Song Zhaowen suddenly moved.

Instead of rushing towards Chan Ho-nam, he walked towards the long table on the side of the mourning hall where offerings were placed. On the table were several plates of fruit, a pot of cold tea, and a few empty white porcelain cups. He picked up the teapot, weighed it in his hand, and then put it down. Then he picked up an empty porcelain cup and twirled it in his hand.

It's a very ordinary white porcelain cup with thick walls.

The next second—

"Bang!!!"

The porcelain cup smashed hard onto the forehead of the henchman closest to Chen Haonan, who was about to kick him! Shards flew everywhere, and the henchman screamed, clutching his head and staggering backward, blood immediately seeping from between his fingers.

The mourning hall fell into an instant silence.

All movement stopped. Even Liang Kun forgot to smoke the cigar in his mouth and squinted at them.

Song Zhaowen flicked his hand, and a few shards of porcelain fell from between his fingers.

"If you want to fight, go outside. This is a funeral parlor, not a boxing ring."

The thug who was beaten was one of Liang Kun's men, named "Hua Liuming". He was furious and pointed at Song Zhaowen, yelling, "Zhengxing! Are you looking for death?!" He was about to pounce on Song Zhaowen.

"Hua Liuming," Liang Kun said slowly.

Hua Liuming stopped in his tracks and turned around: "Brother Kun, he..."

"Did I tell you to move?" Handsome Kun took off his sunglasses and pointed at Song Zhaowen with the temple of the glasses. "Mr. Song, what do you mean? Is it any of your business to tell us what to do in Hung Hing's internal affairs?"

Song Zhaowen took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the tea stains off his fingers.

"Brother B, as I said before, death is the greatest tragedy. I can't control how Hung Hing cleans up its own house. But today, here." He raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the dark mass of people in the mourning hall: "Brother B is not only a member of Hung Hing, but also a good friend of mine, Song Zhaowen."

Song Zhaowen paused, a faint, almost mocking smile curving his lips: "Brother B's seventh day memorial hasn't even passed yet, his body is still warm. And you're going to put on such an ugly show in front of his coffin. Is this how Hung Hing does things? I don't think the three major triads in Hong Kong are any better than this."

Those words were hurtful.

Several Hung Hing triad leaders who had initially remained neutral changed their expressions. The Crown Prince, in particular, whose face darkened as he stood by and watched.

Fatty Li coughed and tried to smooth things over: "Ah Kun, what Song Sheng said... makes some sense. If it's going to be a fight or a killing, it can be another day. Today is really not suitable."

Brother Ji chuckled dryly, "Yeah, yeah, let's give Brother B some face."

Liang Kun stared at Song Zhaowen, then suddenly grinned, revealing his teeth stained yellow from smoking.

"Alright, alright. Mr. Song is reasonable." He stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray beside him, stood up, and dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes. "Then I'll give you that courtesy. But..."

He walked up to Chan Ho-nam. Chan Ho-nam had already managed to sit up, kneeling on the ground, looking up at him.

Ugly Kun bent down and whispered in Chan Ho-nam's ear, "Chan Ho-nam, your boss is dead, and you've been kicked out of Hung Hing. Now you even need an outsider to bail you out for offering incense. You're like a stray dog, pathetic." He patted Chan Ho-nam's swollen cheek, which was red from being punched. "Once you've finished offering incense, get lost. Don't let me see you again, or next time, it won't be as simple as just getting a few punches."

Just as Chan Ho-nam was about to explode, Song Zhaowen pressed his hand firmly on his shoulder: "Bear with it! Let Brother B rest in peace first."

Liang Kun snorted coldly. It was Song Zhaowen who ruined his plans again. If Chen Haonan had dared to make a move just now, he would have had an excuse to retaliate.

Seeing that he wouldn't get anywhere, Liang Kun chuckled and said, "Damn it, I feel uncomfortable spending even a second longer with a bunch of cowards like you! Sha Qiang, let's go."

As he passed by Song Zhaowen, he said, "Zhengxing Song Zhaowen, I'll remember you."

After the brief interlude, the ceremony continued.

After finally getting through the ceremony, the guests gradually left. Song Zhaowen went to comfort Sister B for a few more minutes before leaving with Xiao Zhuoxiao and Wu Zhaoyong.

As I walked out of the funeral home, the sky was overcast and a light drizzle began to fall.

Wu Zhaoyong was seething with anger. As soon as he got into the car, he started cursing: "Damn it! These Hung Hing guys, their own brother died, instead of seeking revenge, all they do is fight amongst themselves and bully a down-on-his-luck brother! That handsome Kun, dressed like a red firecracker, was clearly trying to provoke us! Brother Wen, if you hadn't stopped me just now, I really would have..."

"What do you want?" Xiao Zhuoxiao interrupted him, leaning back in the car seat: "To rush up and fight Liang Kun? And then Zhengxing and Hongxing go to war tomorrow?"

Then he turned to Song Zhaowen and asked, "Ah Wen, I don't understand. You've always been the type to plan things out before acting. This Liang Kun seems to be an extremely vengeful guy. Is it worth offending him for a down-on-his-luck guy?"

Song Zhaowen leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, gently rubbing his temples with his fingers. Raindrops outside the window traced winding streaks on the glass.

"Ah-Hsiu, what does Chan Ho-nam look like now?"

Xiao Zhuoxiao thought for a moment: "A stray dog."

"That's a fair description, he really is a stray dog." Song Zhaowen opened his eyes, his gaze devoid of warmth. "But don't forget, this dog is still Hung Hing's most capable fighter. His men, including Da Tian Er, Bao Pi, Chao Pi, and the remnants of Da B, are incredibly strong! I have high hopes for him, and showing goodwill now is like sending charcoal in snowy weather."

"No way, Ah-Wen, you're so optimistic about his comeback? Wasn't he kicked out of Hung Hing? He's clearly a fish out of water who can't turn things around."

"Ah-Hsiao, your view on this matter is far too simplistic. Look at how the leaders of the various Hung Hing branches treated Leung Kwan at the funeral today. They didn't treat him like their own leader at all; they were all disrespectful to him. Moreover, that old fox Chiang Tin-sang seems to have voluntarily stepped down, but I suspect he's deliberately using this as a pretext for advancement; it's just that the time isn't right yet..."

"What good will doing this do us?"

"Of course there is. Tsz Wan Shan has always been occupied by the Cheng Hing and Hung Hing families. I think if we fight it out, people in the underworld will accuse us of taking advantage of a crisis. But if I help Chan Ho-nam make a comeback, or even use his strength to deal with Leung Kwan, I think it shouldn't be a problem for Hung Hing to give up the entire Tsz Wan Shan as a reward afterward."

Wu Zhaoyong, who was driving, listened in bewilderment: "Brother Wen, you mean...we help Chen Haonan fight Liang Kun, and then ask him for territory?"

Song Zhaowen didn't answer directly, but instead asked Xiao Zhuoxiao, "Ah Xiao, what do you think?"

Xiao Zhuoxiao frowned in thought, then slowly said, "Brother Wen's idea... is risky, but it also has opportunities. Chen Haonan is currently desperate, and he will definitely be grateful if we help him. If we can use him to even help Jiang Tiansheng bring down Liang Kun, then we will be heroes. At that time, not only Tsz Wan Shan, but even other territories of Hung Hing could potentially see our business enter without any obstacles. But the problem is..."

"What's the problem?" Song Zhaowen asked with interest.

"The problem is, can Chan Ho-nam really make a comeback? Will Chiang Tin-sang really make a move? Also," Siu Cheuk-hau looked at Sung Siu-man, "Brother Kun has the East City Gang behind him, and those Japanese guys are not to be trifled with. If we help Chan Ho-nam, it's like directly standing against Brother Kun and the East City Gang. The risk is too great."

Song Zhaowen nodded: "Ah Xiao, you're right. The risk is huge. But what doesn't involve risk? Even sitting at home drinking tea could get you struck by lightning."

"Ah Yong, follow Chan Ho-nam in your car. It's time to have a talk with him."