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

Chapter 83 (Final Chapter)

Liang Kun threw a big banquet.

It's time to reel in the large net woven by the police, Hung Hing, and Sung Siu-man.

The entire West Kowloon force was mobilized, and all of Brother Kun's drug dens were raided; as if by prior arrangement, Hung Hing's men attacked Causeway Bay, sweeping through Brother Kun's territories...

Liang Kun's external forces were almost completely wiped out.

"It's almost time for the big boss, would you like to take a seat?" Tian Shou quickly advised, because if they didn't, Liang Kun would beat that unlucky guy to death in front of the guests.

Liang Kun gasped for breath and twisted his neck a few times: "Drag him away and take him to the hospital."

Like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, Liang Kun, whose face was contorted one second, now had a bright smile on his face and waved to the frightened guests around him.

"It's just a minor lesson for my subordinates not doing their job properly. Don't worry, everyone, it's just a small problem."

The surrounding guests forced smiles.

However, another thing immediately made Liang Kun lose his temper.

A henchman, looking flustered, squeezed past the guests to get to Lung Kwan's side and whispered something to him.

Liang Kun's face darkened, and he shoved his younger brother aside, striding over to his mother's mahjong table.

"I won! Hahaha, four concealed triplets, pay up!"

The main character of this banquet, Liang Kun's mother, was playing mahjong with a few gossipy women and was reaching out to collect money when Liang Kun suddenly grabbed his mother and dragged her out of the restaurant without saying a word.

"Ah Kun, you're acting crazy again! It hurts like hell! What are you doing? I haven't even received the money yet!"

"Mom, there's no time. I'll explain to you later."

The emperor is extremely sensitive to news, and his own boss must have received bad news.

He gestured to his key henchmen to follow.

As for the restaurant guests, he had long since forgotten about them.

Underground Parking Lot.

Lung Kwan, along with his core group and his elderly mother, got into three separate cars.

He waved, and the three cars drove out of the garage in a row.

Sitting in the middle of a Mercedes, Liang Kun turned to Tian Shou and gave instructions.

"Tian Shou, call Drunkard Qiang. I need to board the ship in an hour!"

Qiang the Drunkard is a human smuggler who specializes in illegal immigration.

"What's going on, boss?"

Liang Kun's face twisted slightly: "Damn it! I received the news that Yuan Qingnan has been arrested. My account book with him is now in the hands of the cops. At the same time, several of our hideouts have lost contact, so they must have been wiped out... I can't wait any longer! I'll go to Macau to hide for a while."

Frustrated, Liang Kun rolled down the car window.

The night wind, carrying the salty smell of the sea, rushed into the car window, making a few greasy strands of hair on Liang Kun's forehead dance wildly. He irritably rolled down the window and slammed the half-smoked cigarette out the window. The scarlet sparks drew a short arc in the darkness before being crushed by the wheels.

"Damn it, call Drunkard Qiang right now." Liang Kun growled at Tian Shou in the front seat, his voice like sandpaper rubbing against rust, hoarse and filled with suppressed rage. His right eyelid had been twitching violently since earlier, and his heart was tightening in waves. He felt as if something was rushing towards him from the darkness, about to bite his throat.

Tian Shou didn't dare to delay and hurriedly pulled out his mobile phone, clumsily pressing the buttons. The call connected, accompanied by loud music and drunken laughter: "Brother Qiang! This is Tian Shou! The boss needs a boat, within an hour, same place! — What? Big waves? More money? More, more, more! The boss makes the decisions, no price is a problem, just be quick."

Liangkun's mother was still nagging in the back seat, complaining that she hadn't brought seasickness medicine, complaining that her son had gone crazy and dragged her off the mahjong table, and complaining that she hadn't yet collected money for that good hand of four concealed triplets. Liangkun felt his head buzzing, as if a swarm of wasps had entered it.

"Mom! Shut up, you're so annoying! You don't want your son to eat Stanley potatoes for the rest of his life, do you?" He suddenly turned around and roared, his eyes bulging slightly from being bloodshot, his distorted face looking particularly ferocious in the dim carriage light.

His shout made his mother tremble, and she finally fell silent, shrinking into the corner in fear and grievance, not daring to say another word.

Normally, Liang Kun is a dutiful son, always speaking softly to her. This is the first time I've seen him explode like a bomb.

Three cars drove out of the narrow alley behind the Grand Fortune Restaurant and turned onto the relatively wide Hennessy Avenue. Midnight had passed, and the streets were deserted, save for the cold, distorted shadows cast by neon signs on the wet pavement. The cars picked up speed, their engines emitting a deep roar.

Lean Kun leaned back in his seat, forcing himself to close his eyes, trying to calm his pounding heart: "Damn it, once we're on the ship and in Macau, the world's our oysters! How did the cops find Yuan Qingnan? Someone must have leaked information! Who was it? Tian Shou wouldn't betray me, and those three old bastards don't know anything about my business. Right... that bastard Chen Yao! He knows. It must be him, pretending to work for me but actually trying to get information out of me. Then Jiang Tiansheng must be involved too. Just wait, until things calm down..."

Liang Kun wasn't naive; after a quick analysis, he guessed the truth pretty accurately. He was even more determined to retaliate tenfold, a hundredfold, afterward.

"Boss, something's not right!" Tian Shou suddenly tensed up. As a top boxer, he had the vigilance of a wild wolf.

The voice just fell.

Just a few dozen meters ahead, a huge dump truck that had been parked on the side of the road suddenly started up without warning! The engine roared like a beast, and the blinding headlights, like two gleaming guillotines, instantly tore through the darkness and shone straight at the Mercedes-Benz leading the convoy, ramming into it from the side!

Time seemed to be stretched out and frozen.

The terrified, distorted face of the henchman inside the Mercedes was clearly visible under the glaring headlights of the dump truck.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar! Like a massive hammer slamming into thin sheet metal.

The Mercedes-Benz, like a toy carelessly discarded by a naughty child, was instantly thrown off the ground by the violent and unparalleled force. The car body tumbled and twisted in the air, emitting a tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound. The car windows shattered like ice crystals, and the flying fragments gleamed with a deathly cold light under the lights. Countless parts and car body fragments rained down on the windshields and roofs of the two cars behind, making a series of crackling sounds.

The Mercedes-Benz, like a broken-down iron can, rolled and crashed into the roller shutter door of a roadside shop with a dull thud. The vehicle was severely deformed, billowing thick smoke, and the people inside had no chance of survival.

"Squeak~"

The screeching sounds of brakes rang out almost simultaneously.

Sitting in the middle of the Mercedes, Liang Kun felt as if he had been slammed hard against the seat back by an invisible giant hand! His internal organs almost shifted! The huge impact and the terrifying tremor that followed caused him to lose his hearing instantly, and his vision went black.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Handsome Kun's mind was a complete mess; he screamed instinctively, "Reverse! Fuck back up! Back up!!"