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

Chapter 95 Choosing a Master

Big Hiro hadn't finished speaking.

"Squeak~"

The heavy doors of the ancestral hall were pushed open.

The golden rays of the setting sun rushed in, outlining the figure at the door with a dazzling golden edge.

Song Zhaowen, dressed in a black suit without a tie and with his shirt collar slightly open, walked in step by step, his pace unhurried. He first went to Fu Ye's coffin and bowed deeply again. Then, he turned around and calmly swept his gaze across the long hall.

When his gaze met that of Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi, both of them involuntarily felt a chill. His gaze was too calm, so calm that it was unsettling.

"Awen, you're finally back." Li Tianyi spoke first, forcing a smile, but his eyes were full of scrutiny. "The one-day agreement is almost up. I wonder what 'explanation' you've brought us? You didn't come back empty-handed, did you?"

Da Zhi Guang snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "Song Zhaowen, Master Fu's coffin is still waiting to be buried!"

Everyone's been waiting for you all day! If you can't produce the murderer, you'll be slapping yourself in the face in front of Master Fu's spirit tablet and all the uncles and brothers in the gang!

Song Zhaowen did not answer immediately. He walked to the offering table, placed the wooden box he was carrying in front of Fu Ye's memorial tablet, and opened it. A pungent smell of blood wafted out.

All eyes in the ancestral hall instantly focused on the wooden box.

When they saw what was inside, a suppressed gasp and a collective gasp of shock rang out.

That's a human head!

The head of the deceased Qingnan, with his eyes wide open, was placed in the wooden box.

"You all have lived up to expectations. Uncle Guang is here to inspect the goods!"

After saying that, he grabbed her head and hair and threw it into the arms of the big guy.

Big Guang was caught off guard and instinctively hugged her.

The area he touched was cold, damp, and sticky, with a strong, strange smell of blood and preservatives mixed together! Big Guang looked down and met Yuan Qingnan's bulging, dead eyes, filled with resentment and malice! The ashen skin, the congealed bloodstains, the ferocious expression—it terrified him so much that he let out a strange howl and flung the head away as if he had been burned!

"Gurgle—" The head rolled a few times on the ground and stopped at Li Tianyi's feet.

Li Tianyi's face also turned pale. He subconsciously took half a step back and stubbed out the cigarette butt on the ground. He suppressed the churning in his stomach, stared intently at the severed head, and looked at Song Zhaowen with a mixture of shock and anger.

The ancestral hall was deathly silent, save for the heavy breathing of the big man and the suppressed retching of some people.

"Song Zhaowen, you—what the hell are you doing!" Big Guang was still in shock, his finger trembling as he pointed at Song Zhaowen, half from fear and half from anger.

"Inspect the goods, Uncle Guang." Song Zhaowen's tone was flat, as if he had just thrown over a ball, not a human head. "Didn't you want to confess? Is Yuan Qingnan's head enough? Do you want me to bring his body over too, so you can piece it together and inspect it piece by piece?"

These words were extremely arrogant, even carrying a hint of mockery.

"You—" Big Guang was so angry that his face turned ashen, but he couldn't utter a single word. The impact of a severed head was immense, a hundred times more direct than any hair, finger, or document! This was damn solid evidence! Song Zhaowen not only killed Yuan Qingnan, but also cut off his head and brought it back. This ruthlessness and decisiveness sent chills down Big Guang's spine.

This mindset far surpasses the methods used in the martial arts world.

Li Tianyi took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing the shock and discomfort in his heart. He knew that they had nothing more to say on the matter of "revenge," and there was no chance to make a fuss about it. So he coughed and tried to make his voice sound normal: "Ah Wen—as expected—you kept your word. Yuan Qingnan was killed, Master Fu's great revenge was achieved, and the gang's face was restored. You—you've worked hard."

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Song Zhaowen glanced at him but didn't reply. Instead, he turned to Uncle Yuan and Uncle Xiang and bowed slightly: "Uncle Yuan, Uncle Xiang, I have avenged Master Fu. I have kept my promise. Now, Master Fu can be laid to rest."

Uncle Yuan looked at the severed head on the ground, then at Song Zhaowen, whose expression was calm yet exuded an invisible killing intent. A complex emotion flashed in his old eyes, a mixture of relief and apprehension. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Good! Awen, you've done very well. Brother Fu can rest in peace now. Uncle Xiang, go and make the arrangements for Brother Fu's funeral, and choose an auspicious day for his burial."

"Wait a minute!" Big Guang suddenly shouted hoarsely, unwilling to admit defeat so easily: "Even if Yuan Qingnan is dead, it was Song Zhaowen who caused the trouble. Master Fu died because of him, so it is right for him to take revenge. This cannot offset his mistakes! Moreover—moreover, his methods were so cruel, beheading people and displaying his head. He's like a pervert."

Before Song Zhaowen could speak, Uncle Yuan coldly said, "Guangzai, that's enough. Ah Wen avenging the gang leader is a good deed, not a bad one. As for the methods—gangster matters should be settled in the gangster world; do we have to talk about morality and righteousness towards the Japanese devils? Brother Fu's life must be repaid with blood, and I think Ah Wen did the right thing! If it were when I was young, if this little devil fell into my hands, tearing him to pieces would be a light punishment."

Uncle Yuan made the final decision, and Da Zhi Guang was once again cornered, his face turning as red as a pig's liver.

Uncle Xiang cleared his throat: "Gentlemen, as the saying goes, a family cannot be without a head for a day. Now that Master Fu has passed away, our Zhengxing brothel cannot remain empty forever."

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His words were like a boulder thrown into an already turbulent lake, stirring up huge waves.

Everyone in the ancestral hall perked up, knowing the main event was about to begin. The previous revenge saga was just an appetizer; now was the crucial moment that would truly determine the future of the gang. Many people's gazes unconsciously swept back and forth between Song Zhaowen, Da Zhi Guang, Li Tianyi, and Uncle Xiang.

Uncle Yuan nodded slightly in agreement: "Ah Xiang is right. With Brother Fu gone, the gang can't be without someone in charge."

According to custom, all the uncles should jointly elect a new head of the household.

Although Zhengxing is a branch of Hongmen, it does not follow the father-to-son, son-to-grandson succession system of Hongxing; instead, it is elected like Wo Luen Shing.

However, there is one difference: the leader of the Wo Luen Shing triad changes every two years, with qualified individuals taking turns to be in charge. In contrast, the leader of the Cheng Hing triad changes every five years unless he wants to retire, is eliminated, or causes unrest among his subordinates due to damage to the triad's interests. If one is capable, he can be in charge indefinitely.

Master Fu won the lottery three times in a row. If it weren't for the unexpected incident, he probably could have continued doing it.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Those of us here today who are qualified to run for the position of leader are nothing more than a few of us old guys, along with A-Guang, Tianyi, and A-Wen. I'm old, my energy is failing, and I don't have the inclination for this, so I won't join in the fun."