Hong Kong variety show: Cut off my source of income, send the big shot to the moon.

Chapter 125 We all have to pay for their bills.

Inside the nightclub's private room, neon lights danced on the dark leather sofas, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol mingled with a faint fragrance, permeating the enclosed space.

Lin Sheng leaned back on the main sofa, his fingertips tapping lightly on the wood grain of the armrest. The crisp, rhythmic tapping sound slowly spread through the noise.

Bobo and his friends were playing drinking games and laughing loudly, but when the sound of solid wood being struck rang out, it was as if they had been put on pause, and their laughter came to an abrupt halt.

The group put down their glasses and subconsciously looked at Lin Sheng, who was in the main seat. The smiles on their faces faded at a visible speed, replaced by a sense of restraint and awe, and they even unconsciously softened their breathing.

Seeing this, Ah-He, who was not far away, immediately raised his hand to signal his brothers to turn off the stereo.

The energetic dance music instantly faded away, leaving only the faint sound of the air conditioner blowing air and the sound of Lin Sheng's fingertips tapping on solid wood, which became increasingly clear in the quiet private room.

Everyone present knew perfectly well that the worst thing that could happen while Lin Sheng was thinking was for there to be any noise around him. No one dared to provoke him, so they all stopped what they were doing, stood with their hands at their sides, and the huge private room fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the television in front of him, his brain working at an astonishing speed.

The current situation in Sham Shui Po is complex, with the two major triads, Hung Hing and Tung Sing, locked in a fierce and protracted struggle, on the verge of exploding at any moment!

He secretly sowed discord between the two sides, waiting until they were both severely weakened and fighting amongst themselves before seizing the opportunity to annex both companies in Shenzhen.

All the venues in Shui Po were completely taken over by them.

But plans can't keep up with changes; Gao Jin has just been discovered by Boss B.

Although Boss B hasn't found any substantial evidence yet, gangsters never care about having irrefutable proof.

As long as there is even the slightest hint of doubt, coupled with the fueling of conflicts of interest, black can be turned into white, and rumors, if repeated enough, can become the truth.

If the news leaks, Lin Sheng will face the wrath of both Hung Hing and Tung Sing triads simultaneously, leaving him vulnerable on both sides with unimaginable consequences.

Thinking of this, Lin Sheng abruptly stopped tapping his fingers, a cold and resolute look appearing in his eyes.

He never does anything he's not confident about, much less risk his own foundation.

Since the situation has changed, we have no choice but to act decisively and quickly!

Tonight, Lei Yaoyang and Boss B must disappear from this world completely, to eliminate any future trouble.

Lin Sheng's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on the mobile phone on the table.

Although he thought for a while, Gao Jin on the other end of the phone did not hang up, but waited quietly for his orders.

"Ah Jin, you pretend to be one of Boss B's men, infiltrate Lei Yaoyang's territory, and find an opportunity to beat him up badly. The bigger the commotion, the better."

At this point, Lin Shengke paused, his tone becoming serious and solemn: "Remember, your goal is not to kill him, but to thoroughly enrage Dongxing. You absolutely cannot let them see through you again."

Gao Jin's heart tightened, realizing that it was because of what Boss B had just discovered that Lin Sheng was in even greater danger.

"Yes, Brother Sheng!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately agreed in a deep voice, his tone resolute.

He knew all too well that Lei Yaoyang of Tung Sing was always accompanied by dozens of elite henchmen, and there were hundreds of other men nearby.

For him to infiltrate the place alone and then physically assault Lei Yaoyang was tantamount to pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth, making the danger level extremely high.

But Gao Jin had already disregarded life and death ever since he started following Lin Sheng.

Lin Sheng gave him a second life, and he also earned the respect of many people.

Gao Jin could only repay this kindness with his life.

No matter how dangerous the road ahead, as long as it is an order given by Lin Sheng, he will do his best to complete it, even at the cost of his life, and will never back down.

"Okay, wait until they've fought enough, then you can take out Boss B and Lei Yaoyang!"

"Yes!" Gao Jin said in a deep voice.

Inside the Radiance Bar in Sham Shui Po, the surrounding area was a mess.

Broken bottles were scattered all over the floor, shards of glass mixed with dark red bloodstains, gleaming with a cold, scarlet light under the dim light, giving off a terrifying feeling.

Lei Yaoyang leaned back on a tattered leather sofa, with two machetes hanging from the armrest.

He held a half-smoked cigar between his fingers, the ash casually falling onto his stained suit trousers. His disdainful gaze fell on the two middle-aged men in front of him. At Lei Yaoyang's feet, the two middle-aged men knelt on the ground, their backs ramrod straight but trembling uncontrollably, their heads bowed low, not daring to breathe too heavily, for fear of disturbing the menacing figure before them.

Lei Yaoyang slowly exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, the bluish-white smoke rings carrying a violent aura, slowly enveloping the two men's heads. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "You two bastards, I told you to transfer the bar's shares to me, and you still dare to whingle here? Do you really think I, Lei Yaoyang, have a good temper? Believe me, I'll chop you into pieces right now and throw you to feed the dogs!"

The two men kneeling on the ground had both heard of Lei Yaoyang of Tung Sing. This guy was only interested in profit, and the purpose of his big fuss tonight was to make money.

During the chaotic fight just now, all the cash in the bar disappeared.

Whether it was stolen by Chan Ho-nam of Hung Hing or quietly detained by Han Bin's men, Lei Yaoyang didn't have time to investigate and was too lazy to ask.

He only knew that he had led so many henchmen in bloody battles, and he absolutely could not come away empty-handed.

No money in the bar? No problem, just use shares as collateral.

Now that he has control of the bar, he must seize this benefit. He can't let all his efforts go to waste and let his brothers bleed for nothing.

But these two idiots dared to make excuses and evade responsibility, which undoubtedly crossed his bottom line.

Lei Yaoyang's patience was already limited, and now it was completely exhausted, with the fierce light in his eyes growing even stronger.

The bar manager barely managed to compose himself, not daring to even glance at Lei Yaoyang, his eyes fixed on his blood-stained shoes: "Boss, I'm just an employee, I don't own any shares in the bar!"

"Damn you! If you're broke, get lost!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Yaoyang was instantly enraged. He slammed his cigar down on the sofa armrest, sparks flying everywhere.

He suddenly stood up and kicked the manager in the chest with his black leather shoes without any mercy!

"Snap!"

A soft cracking sound rang out instantly—the sound of the manager's ribs breaking, followed by his piercing scream.

"what!"

The manager was kicked away by Lei Yaoyang and crashed heavily into the wine rack behind him, causing the wine bottles to fall down.

After being struck repeatedly, the manager curled up on the ground, clutching his chest and convulsing, his groans becoming weak.

"Damn Lei Yaoyang, I really want to kill him!" Gao Jin saw this scene as soon as he sneaked in, and his heart was filled with rage. He wished he could kill Lei Yaoyang immediately.

But he remembered Lin Sheng's instructions and held back for the time being, choosing the best time to strike!

Lei Yaoyang paid no attention to the manager's miserable state. He took a few steps forward, grabbed the collar of a fat middle-aged man next to him, and lifted him up like a chicken.

The man's fat body trembled, his face filled with terror. He waved his hands wildly but dared not touch Lei Yaoyang at all: "Boss, please let me go! I'm just an employee!"

"Don't think I don't know your background."

Lei Yaoyang leaned close to his ear, his vicious words like the Grim Reaper: "You're the owner of this bar, holding 30% of the shares. If you don't want to transfer them to me, then I'll take care of you first, and then go find your wife and kids."

"I want to see whether your shares are more important, or your family's lives!"

"I'll transfer it! I'll transfer it to you!"

The bar owner was terrified, his voice trembling, tears and snot streaming down his face as he begged for mercy: "Boss, I'll sign the contract right away, transfer all the shares to you, please spare my family!"

According to the rules, once the venue is taken over by the gang, a monthly fee is paid, and the gang will maintain the venue's stability.

Lei Yaoyang, however, disregarded all rules and resorted to brute force, making him no different from the notorious gangsters of the Big Circle.

They are even more cruel and violent than them!

At present, Dongxing has many people and is ruthless. Even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare to resist. He can only grit his teeth and choose to pay money to avoid disaster, just hoping to save his family's lives.

Seeing the bar owner's submissive appearance, Lei Yaoyang curled up a smug yet cruel smile, slammed him to the ground, stepped on him, and wiped his shoes with his tie.

Seeing their boss so imposing, the henchmen around him all wore arrogant and smug smiles.

This bar is in a good location, and the shares are worth at least several million. Even if Lei Yaoyang only gave them a small portion of the profits, they could live comfortably for several months.

"If only you had done this earlier, you scumbag, you had to get a beating." Lei Yaoyang's voice was icy as he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the boss in the shoulder.

Despite the excruciating pain, the bar owner scrambled to find paper and pen, and with trembling hands wrote down the share transfer agreement.

Lei Yaoyang snatched the agreement, his face contorted with displeasure as he looked at the crooked handwriting: "Your handwriting is so awful, and you still dare to open a bar? I'll make you copy it ten thousand times!"

"Yes, yes!"

The bar owner quickly agreed, not daring to touch Lei Yaoyang's brow.

After forcing the boss to write a new agreement, Lei Yaoyang took it and read it through, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

Then he turned around and stood in the center, shouting arrogantly, "Follow me, and you'll be living the high life, with shark fin soup every day!"

"Boss is awesome!" The Tung Sing henchmen erupted in cheers, raising their bottles in celebration.

To create a lively atmosphere, one of the henchmen suddenly turned on the bar's neon lights. The dazzling lights flickered and shimmered in the messy space, making everyone's shadows appear longer and shorter.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Lei Yaoyang stood tall and arrogant, his fierce aura causing the surrounding air to freeze, and the people in the bar to tremble with fear.

But the henchmen of Tung Sing looked proud; the more powerful their boss was, the more face they had.

The music started playing immediately, and the Tung Sing henchmen, immersed in their wonderful imaginations, began to dance involuntarily.

"A great opportunity!"

Gao Jin, hidden in the shadows, narrowed his eyes and, using the cover of light and shadow, moved slowly and nimbly like a cheetah.

At this moment, Lei Yaoyang was twisting and turning wildly amidst the chaotic noises, completely unaware of the approaching killing intent.

Gao Jin suddenly accelerated, his figure shooting out like an arrow, and his right leg, which had been gathering power, kicked Lei Yaoyang hard in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Lei Yaoyang doubled over in pain. Before he could react, Gao Jin's fists rained down on his face.

The sounds of heavy blows landing echoed one after another. Gao Jin's punches were fast and ruthless, each one aimed straight for vital points.

Caught off guard, Lei Yaoyang was stunned and disoriented. Blood gushed from his nose, and the arrogance on his face vanished instantly, leaving only a twisted pain.

Taking advantage of the situation, Gao Jin grabbed his shoulder and shouted, "You damned Lei Yaoyang, my boss, Brother B, is going to kill you!"

As the shouts subsided, the Tung Sing henchmen realized that Lui Yiu-yeung had been attacked, and they rushed forward, roaring.

"Protect Yao Yang!"

"Don't let this bastard get away! That big shot dared to ambush us! We have to take him down!"

Seeing this, Gao Jin didn't linger in the fight. He shoved Lei Yaoyang into the crowd and, taking advantage of the chaos, slipped into the shadows and quickly escaped the bar.

Before the Tung Sing henchmen could chase after them for more than a few steps, several dark figures suddenly darted out from the corner of the bar. Several gunmen dressed in black were expressionless, exuding a cold killing intent. They raised their Black Star pistols and pointed them at Lei Yaoyang.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped the entire scene, and the air seemed to freeze.

Lei Yaoyang had just recovered from his dizziness when he caught sight of the dark muzzle of a gun. His heart skipped a beat, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He didn't even have time to think. His survival instinct drove him to use all his strength to lunge to the ground. His movements were clumsy but incredibly fast.

"Smack..."

A series of muffled gunshots rang out, instantly shattering the noise of the bar, as bullets whistled through the air with sharp piercing sounds.

Several Tung Sing henchmen on the stage, unable to dodge in time, fell to the ground, their blood instantly staining the broken floor.

Their eyes still held shock and resentment; their bodies twitched a few times before falling still.

"There's a gunman! Watch out, Brother Yaoyang!"

The shouts of the henchmen mingled with the gunshots, and those who were chasing Gao Jin were thrown into chaos, stopping in their tracks.

Faced with the crisis, no one cared about finding out the gunman's background. They roared and grabbed nearby bottles, table and chair legs, and smashed them hard in the direction of the black-clad gunman.

Some clever Tung Sing henchmen switched off the power and turned on spotlights to focus on the gunman.

When the gunmen saw Lei Yaoyang lying on the ground, they assumed he was dead and immediately turned and ran.

But all around him were flying knives, sticks, tables, and chairs, despite his best efforts to dodge them.

When they were far less skilled than Gao Jin, they were quickly hit and could only fire wildly to defend themselves.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out one after another in the bar, mixed with the ear-piercing sounds of tables and chairs overturning and glass shattering.

In less than ten seconds, the ruthless gunmen were knocked to the ground and fell silent.

A few of the bolder henchmen cautiously approached to check, kicked the gunshots on the ground, and only after confirming that there was no more noise did they bend down and pick up the Black Star pistols that still smelled of gunpowder.

One of the blond thugs immediately blushed and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother Yaoyang! It's done! Those gunmen are all down!"

Hearing the henchman's shout, Lei Yaoyang got up from the ground and slowly straightened up.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his face. The relief of surviving the ordeal flashed in his eyes for a moment, then was replaced by a sinister and ruthless look.

"Besides that damned hag, who else would dare send a gun to attack me, Lei Yaoyang?"