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

Chapter 82 The Last Fire

"Don't move, Flying Tigers."

"Put down your weapons and put your hands up."

"Yuan Qingnan, you are surrounded. Surrender immediately!"

Just like in the movies, the police always show up at the last minute.

The shouts, accompanied by the chaotic footsteps and the "click" of gun bolts being pulled, surged in from all directions outside the forest like a tide.

Two helicopters shot down several bright, blinding beams of searchlight from above the trees, locking onto Yuan Qingnan and Song Zhaowen.

The Flying Tigers, who were following up, aimed their infrared beams at Yuan Qingnan and Song Zhaowen.

With the situation settled, Song Zhaowen raised his hand to indicate that he was unarmed in order to avoid being accidentally injured by the Flying Tigers.

Several Flying Tigers members handcuffed Yuan Qingnan's hands and feet, and some even stepped forward to handcuff Song Zhaowen as well.

"Stop! He's one of us!"

Chen Jiaqi stopped the Flying Tigers from taking further action. He noticed that her face was as pale as paper, and although the wound on her right shoulder had been simply bandaged, blood was still seeping out and staining the bandage red.

This woman is really tough; she didn't even get into the ambulance despite being so badly injured.

Regardless of how the cops handled the scene, Song Zhaowen walked over to Chen Haonan and squatted down: "Haonan, can you hold on?"

Should I call an ambulance for you?

Chen Haonan's face was deathly pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He nodded with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "I won't die—thank you, Brother Wen." He had just witnessed the thrilling duel and had a completely new understanding of Song Zhaowen's strength and ruthlessness. He called him "Brother Wen" with heartfelt admiration.

"You're welcome." Song Zhaowen quickly checked his injuries. He might have broken ribs and suffered serious internal injuries, but there was no danger to his life.

Just then, Yuan Qingnan, who was being escorted by the Flying Tigers, passed by him.

Yuan Qingnan stared intently at Song Zhaowen with a fierce gaze, spitting out each word through gritted teeth: "You Chinese—cockroach—I'll remember you, and I'll be even stronger next time we meet!"

Song Zhaowen scoffed, "You Japanese, I think we'll probably never see each other again. You'll be eating potatoes in Stanley for the rest of your lives."

Chen Jiaqi walked over to Song Zhaowen and stood beside him, handing him a bottle of mineral water: "Seeing that you're injured, do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

Women are creatures of strong will, and Chen Jiaqi, this domineering flower, is no exception. Song Zhaowen's ability to subdue Yuan Qingnan, whom even the Flying Tigers couldn't handle, has greatly changed Chen Jiaqi's perception of him, something she may not even realize at this moment.

Song Zhaowen laughed nonchalantly: "Just a little bit of hardship, I'll be fully recovered after a good night's sleep. But speaking of which, Inspector Chen, are you worried about me?"

He wasn't exaggerating. When it comes to recovery ability, what creature can compare to a cockroach? Don't be fooled by Song Zhaowen's injuries; he'll be fully recovered after a good night's sleep.

"What a mess!" Chen Jiaqi had no idea that Song Zhaowen's transformation was like that of a human cockroach, but seeing his resolute attitude, he didn't want to make a decision for him. Of course, he pretended not to hear his teasing.

If Chen Jiaqi's subordinates saw this, they would be shocked. This female inspector has an extremely strong personality and dislikes being joked about. At best, she would scold them, and at worst, she might turn on them on the spot.

"Then you'd better watch yourself!" Now that Yuan Qingnan has been arrested and there is plenty of evidence in the suitcase, Chen Jiaqi has to organize people to handle the follow-up matters, so he doesn't have time to say more to him.

Chen Jiaqi came and went in a hurry.

Chen Haonan struggled to his feet and went to Song Zhaowen's side. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared intently at Yuan Qingnan, who was being taken away, with the eyes of a wounded lone wolf.

Song Zhaowen patted him on the shoulder: "How are you? Still feeling weak? It's time to wrap things up and give Liang Kun a boost!"

Causeway Bay, Grand Fortune Restaurant.

Just one hour before the West Kowloon Police Station took action following the arrest of the former young man.

Our tycoon, Mr. Kun, is hosting a grand banquet for his relatives and friends.

Today is the 67th birthday of the mother of Hung Hing triad boss, Ulhan. With such a powerful figure hosting a banquet, who in the underworld, with any standing, would dare disrespect him? Moreover, Ulhan is currently riding high, his heroin business raking in money daily; he's at the peak of his power. This birthday banquet is less about filial piety and more about Ulhan showcasing his strength, winning over supporters, and incidentally amassing wealth. A special table for monetary gifts was set up at the entrance, where two henchmen, their hands aching from counting the money, had piled up like small mountains of red banknotes.

"Brother Kun! Congratulations! May your mother enjoy boundless happiness and longevity!" Three greasy-faced middle-aged men in flashy suits arrived together. They were none other than Kun's close "partners": Fatty Lai, Fei-kei, and Wu-liang.

Behind the three men, each was followed by a burly henchman, who carefully carried a heavy, golden object that shimmered so brightly under the lights that it was hard to open one's eyes—a large longevity peach made of pure gold.

These three men, ever since they clung to "Brother Kun" as their cash cow, have been living the high life. Although they dare not personally use heroin, their gambling dens, nightclubs, and saunas are all open to Brother Kun's henchmen for "distribution." Afterwards, they only need to "appropriately" take a cut, and in just a few months, they have earned more money than they did in the past few years, making money that equals the sum of their previous lives spent risking their lives. Recently, all three of them have bought properties in Repulse Bay, bought new Mercedes-Benz cars, and walk with an air of superiority.

"Hahaha! Brother Kei!" Handsome Kun's face was flushed, clearly in a great mood. He exaggeratedly opened his arms and hugged each of the three men, patting their backs loudly. "You're a full decade older than me, calling me brother? I'm afraid it will shorten my lifespan! Hahaha!" His eyes greedily swept over the three pure gold longevity peaches, and his smile deepened, almost splitting to his ears.

Fei-ji grinned, revealing a mouthful of large, yellowed teeth stained from smoking. His fawning expression was almost dripping with obsequiousness, and his voice was shrill and slick: "Brother Kun, are you joking? In the underworld, status matters, not age! You're now the leader of Hung Hing, a powerful figure in Hong Kong; we follow you around, so calling you 'brother' is only right! Also, it's Auntie's birthday, this is just a small token of our appreciation."

Unscrupulous and Fatty Li naturally wouldn't let Fei-ji lick Liang Kun's asshole alone, so they unleashed a barrage of nauseatingly sweet nothings.

After settling the three people down, Liang Kun raised his hand to look at his gold Rolex, but his face fell.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Tian Shou asked curiously, following closely behind.

"Damn it! I'm the head of Hung Hing, yet only three out of thirteen branch leaders showed up. I won't even mention that Prince and I don't get along, but those bastards like Binny Tiger, Han Bin, and Sister Thirteen aren't even here? They really don't take me seriously."

After saying that, Handsome Kun glanced at his henchman beside him: "Hey, you bastard, did you even give the proper instructions?"

The henchman, fearing that his boss might go crazy and mistake him for a Japanese, waved his hands repeatedly.

"Boss, I did notify them one by one."

"Damn it, I want the result, not the process." After saying that, Handsome Kun picked up a bottle of whiskey and smashed it over the head of this unlucky henchman.

Liang Kun was naturally unaware that just the night before, Jiang Tiansheng had secretly invited all the hall masters... Many hall masters already knew that Liang Kun had joined forces with the Japanese to take down Big B; Jiang Tiansheng had declared that he would clean house, and Liang Kun was about to face a great calamity. Those few smart people would not choose to board Liang Kun's sinking ship.

Aside from Fatty Li, Fei Ji, and Wu Liang, these three were kept in the dark.