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

Chapter 94 Utter Regret

The bound fullness then undulated violently, creating a suffocating allure.

Another rope was tightly tied around her slender waist, which seemed so small that it could be grasped in one hand, creating a breathtaking separation between the curves of her upper and lower body.

Below her waist, ropes wrapped around her round, pert, and perfectly curved buttocks, like branding the finest porcelain. The hem of her kimono was thus pulled up, revealing a pair of straight, slender calves, their ankles also bound by ropes.

The calves have smooth lines, and the skin has a delicate ivory sheen in the dim light.

After finishing these tasks, Song Zhaowen stepped back slightly, seemingly admiring her own work. It must be said that this Japanese woman exudes a strong sense of femininity!

Tokugawa Yuki's body trembled violently, like a fawn being targeted by a predator. He obediently and humbly met Song Zhaowen's scrutiny with his tear-filled, pitiful eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a startled butterfly.

Seeing that the woman had woken up, Song Zhaowen lifted Tokugawa Takako's chin and said playfully, "You're awake? If you cooperate obediently from now on, I might spare your husband's life."

Tokugawa Takako turned her head to the side, two lines of clear tears streaming down her face, as if resigned to her fate and giving up the struggle.

woohoo~

With his mouth covered and unable to close his eyes, Yuan Qingnan let out a wild roar.

"Ha, that's more like it~"

Song Zhaowen pressed down on him hard.

Offended by her husband.

It's so exciting!

Don't blame him for being cruel. Song Zhaowen was just trying to get back a little bit of interest for the martyrs during World War II. In his eyes, the Japanese did not deserve forgiveness.

After a night of turmoil, dawn was just breaking.

The area beneath Tokugawa Takako was a mess, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling; she had actually stopped breathing!

As for the original young man in the corner?

Two lines of bloody tears hung on his face, and he too breathed his last, dying of anger.

What is hell? This is Yuan Qingnan's hell. He bled from all seven orifices and died with his eyes wide open.

If there were a way to undo mistakes, Yuan Qingnan would never have brought Tokugawa Takako to Hong Kong, nor would he have provoked Song Zhaowen. If he was a madman, then Song Zhaowen was a typical villain, seemingly refined but actually utterly inhumane towards his enemies.

Wong Tai Sin Temple.

Fu Ye's coffin was placed in the very center of the ancestral hall.

There were no remains inside. The car explosion tore Mr. Fu into countless pieces of flesh and bones, leaving no trace of his remains. Only a few pieces of clothing were placed in the coffin, which could be considered a proper home.

According to the rules of Hong Kong triads, a coffin cannot be laid to rest until a great grudge is avenged.

The main hall was filled with smoke.

The head seat in the long hall was empty.

Uncle Yuan, Uncle Xiang, Da Zhi Guang, and Li Tianyi sat facing each other, clearly separated by a clear line.

"Damn it! Where's Song Zhaowen? Didn't he say he'd give us an explanation within a day?"

Big Guang slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups bounce around. His face was so dark it seemed like it could drip water. His gaze swept over the empty head table and the dark mass of somewhat distracted club members below. The day was almost up, and Song Zhaowen was nowhere to be seen. Song Zhaowen had said it himself; no one had forced him! If he still didn't see him by the time the deadline arrived, Big Guang shouldn't blame him for taking the opportunity to lash out.

Li Tianyi puffed on his cigar, his eyes flickering behind the smoke, and slowly said, "Young people are inexperienced and their words and actions are unreliable."

Uncle Yuan closed his eyes to rest, seemingly oblivious to their conversation; Uncle Xiang, on the other hand, frowned and kept glancing towards the entrance of the ancestral hall, clearly also somewhat agitated.

At the same time, he was also a little resentful. Song Zhaowen was usually very steady in his work, so why was he so impulsive yesterday and made such a big deal out of it? It made it difficult for him to speak up for Song Zhaowen, otherwise Da Zhi Guang would definitely mess with him.

"Damn it, what are you two being sarcastic about? You can't say a day is more than two minutes off!" The plane standing behind Uncle Yuan pointed at Li Tianyi and shouted.

Li Tianyi threw his cigar hard at the plane's face: "Damn it! Who do you think you are? Talking to me like that, don't you understand what insubordination is? Even if your boss Song Zhaowen were to lecture you in front of him, he wouldn't have a chance to say anything!"

The plane shuddered from the scalding hot cigarette butt, its face instantly turning red. If Xiao Zhuoxiao hadn't stopped it, the guy probably would have pulled out his weapon.

Of course, it wasn't that Xiao Zhuoxiao was afraid of this old man. His own boss hadn't returned yet, and there were so many brothers watching over him in the ancestral hall. The rules of the gang were paramount, and he could take revenge later.

Big-Brother Guang seized the opportunity to chime in: "That's right! Song Zhaowen set the rules himself, and now we haven't even seen a hair on his head, yet his underlings are still so unruly! I think Song Zhaowen just doesn't care about the gang or Master Fu's business; he's probably sleeping soundly with some girl right now!"

"You're talking nonsense!" the plane couldn't help but yell, its neck stiff.

"You've gone too far!" One of Li Tianyi's trusted henchmen immediately jumped out, pointing at the plane and about to attack.

The atmosphere in the ancestral hall instantly became tense. The supporters of Song Zhaowen, the "Four-Nine Blue Lanterns," and the supporters of Li Tianyi and Da Zhiguang glared at each other, creating a highly charged atmosphere.

"That's enough!"

Uncle Yuan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, finally opened them and shouted in a deep voice.

His gaze swept over Big Guang and Li Tianyi: "Guangzi, Tianyi, Awen's deadline was before sunset today. The sun hasn't even set yet, what's the rush? We're brothers, what kind of behavior is this, arguing like this? Brother Fu's coffin is still here!"

Big Guang said unwillingly, "Uncle Yuan, it's not that I'm anxious, it's that Song Zhaowen—"

"What about him?" Uncle Yuan interrupted him. "Since he dared to agree in public, he must have his reasons."

Even if he made a mistake or ran into some trouble, that's a matter for later. The time isn't right yet, and you're already being so aggressive—are you trying to stir up trouble?"

Li Tianyi chuckled twice: "Uncle Yuan, you're too kind. We're just thinking about the gang. We're afraid that Ah Wen, being young and impetuous, will mess things up and make things difficult to handle."

"If he messed up, the gang's rules will deal with him accordingly." Uncle Yuan's tone was calm, yet carried an invisible pressure. "But now, the time hasn't come yet, so no one should say another word. Everyone sit down and wait!"

Although Da Zhi Guang and Li Tian Yi were unwilling, they dared not contradict Uncle Yuan because of his seniority and prestige, and could only sit down reluctantly.

Time ticked by, and the atmosphere in the ancestral hall grew increasingly oppressive. The last rays of the setting sun began to stream through the windows, casting long shadows on the ground.

As the sun began to set, a smug and ruthless glint appeared on Da Zhi Guang's face. He whispered to his trusted aide, "Go, tell the brothers outside to get ready. If Song Zhaowen hasn't appeared by sunset, immediately—"

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