Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

At the entrance of No. 5 Canning Street, Causeway Bay.

This place was originally an old warehouse, but it has now been temporarily converted into a resettlement site.

Because a nearby nursing home needs renovation, the elderly residents have nowhere to go for the time being.

Lin Yaodong, a man with gold-rimmed glasses and a refined and scholarly appearance who doesn't look like a member of the Hung Hing gang at all, is personally directing and coordinating things here.

He was wearing a simple white polo shirt and khaki pants, standing on the street, having just hung up the phone call from Boss B.

The angry voice of Boss B on the phone still seemed to echo in my ears.

Behind them was a scene of busy yet orderly activity.

His gang of henchmen didn't deliberately show off their arm tattoos like other gangsters, nor did they have fierce expressions. Instead, most of them wore matching volunteer vests. Some were helping the elderly take walks, some were distributing food and water, and some were carrying makeshift beds.

Behind a makeshift desk, Lin Liangshui, a bespectacled lawyer with a shrewd look, was writing furiously, drafting legal documents—a lawsuit against those responsible for misappropriating funds allocated for the renovation of the nursing home, and a letter requesting a new application for government funding.

Lin Yaodong pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes behind the lenses calm and unwavering.

He had anticipated B's anxiety, and in fact, everything was developing in the direction he expected.

The small "accident" in the elevator was just a "gift" he gave to Chan Ho-nam, and also a way to create a sense of "crisis" for Boss B.

He turned around and waved to the two composed men standing at the entrance of the nursing home.

One was Xiao Fu, with a simple face but sharp, eagle-like eyes; the other was Gao Jin, with a tall, expressionless figure.

These two are his truly trustworthy and capable assistants, outstanding in ability and loyal and reliable.

"Brother Dong!" The two walked quickly to him.

"Xiao Fu, A Jin, you've got something to do," Lin Yaodong said calmly.

"Chan Ho-nam and his gang failed; Ba Bi escaped. Now Brother B is very anxious and has entrusted me with the task of finding Ba Bi."

He first looked at Xiao Fu: "Xiao Fu, that day you were the one following Ba Bi's lead, and you said he eventually hid in Liang Kun's territory in Kowloon Tong. Can you confirm the exact location?"

Xiao Fu shook his head and whispered, "Brother Dong, a lot of people around Liang Kun recognize me. I don't dare to get too close. I only know that he entered that area, but I don't know which building exactly. I'm afraid of alerting him."

"Hmm," Lin Yaodong nodded, not surprised.

"Here's what we'll do: take a few quick-witted, unfamiliar faces and keep watch near Brother B's house. If Ba Bi wants revenge, Brother B's house is a prime target. If you spot anyone suspicious, especially Ba Bi, pin them down, but don't make a sound. Wait for my message."

"Understood, Brother Dong." Xiao Fu replied crisply and immediately turned around and walked to the side to make phone calls to dispatch manpower.

Lin Yaodong then looked at Gao Jin: "Jin, you take another group of men and keep an eye on the hideouts that Ba Bi frequents, especially the homes of his mistresses. Although he's hiding, he can't completely cut off contact. Be careful to stay hidden and report any developments immediately."

"Yes, Brother Dong." Gao Jin nodded slightly and quickly left to make the arrangements.

After arranging these two matters, Lin Yaodong walked back to his temporary desk.

A few minutes passed.

Lawyer Lin Liangshui had just finished writing the last page. He shook his aching wrist and handed several documents to Lin Yaodong: "Brother Dong, it's done. The complaint and funding application are ready. Take a look."

Lin Yaodong took the document and carefully read through it.

Lin Liangshui actually felt quite strange about this boss.

It's an insult to the gangster profession that someone with a triad background doesn't think about fighting for territory or collecting protection money, but instead spends all his time doing community service and helping the needy.

However, Lin Yaodong offered a lot of money and the work was simple.

Moreover, the things he did objectively helped a lot of people, so Lin Liangshui was happy to serve him, and sometimes even felt that it was not a bad thing.

After reading the document, Lin Yaodong nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, very well written, with clear logic and a solid chain of evidence."

Then, taking the documents, he walked to a large sunshade not far away, where an elderly man with white hair and a worried face was sitting. He was the director of the nursing home.

"Dean, the documents are all ready." Lin Yaodong handed the documents to the old dean in a gentle tone.

The old dean took the document with trembling hands, his face full of worry and uncertainty: "Ah Dong, thank you so much for helping us so much. But..."

Can we old folks really win a lawsuit against those corrupt bastards? Won't they retaliate against us?

Lin Yaodong smiled reassuringly and gently patted the old dean's age-spotted hand: "Dean, don't worry."

I will have Attorney Lin follow up on this matter throughout and resolve it through legal channels.

We have irrefutable evidence, and we are in the right. As for retaliation?

He pushed up his glasses, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing across the lenses. "With me here, no one in this area of ​​Jianing Street dares to lay a finger on the nursing home or the elderly folks. A harmonious society cannot tolerate such parasites running rampant."

Lin Liangshui's lips twitched slightly upon hearing Lin Yaodong's words.

Does the current state of Hong Kong Island have anything to do with a harmonious society?

The old dean, moved by Lin Yaodong's sincere gaze, had tears welling up in his eyes and held Lin Yaodong's hand tightly.

"Ah Dong, you're such a good person, a really good person! Our street is so lucky to have you! People used to say you guys...you guys were gangsters...sigh, looks like we can't generalize!"

Lin Yaodong smiled modestly: "Dean, you flatter me. A close neighbor is worse than a distant relative; helping each other is only right."

He looked up at the darkening sky. "It's getting late. You should go back and rest. We'll take care of things here. We'll make sure you grandpa and grandma have a comfortable time."

After seeing off the profusely grateful old dean, Lin Yaodong returned to the street, hands in his pockets, gazing at the dazzling night view of Causeway Bay.

His expression returned to its usual calm, even carrying a hint of indifference.

Big Brother B's anxiety, Chan Ho-nam's predicament, Leung Kwan's anger, Ba Bi's fear... all of this seemed to have nothing to do with him, yet it also seemed to be under his invisible control.

He does good deeds for the sake of systemic rewards, to accumulate prestige, and to build a safer and more favorable "base" for his development.

The internal strife within the organization provided him with an opportunity to rise further in rank.

Bhabi must die, but when he dies, how he dies, and who finishes him off—these are all matters that require precise judgment.

He needs to make Boss B feel indebted to him and realize his abilities and importance, while avoiding direct confrontation with Handsome Kun. At least now is not the time.

Lin Yaodong muttered to himself, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"Hao Nan, once you're in the underworld, you're not in control of your own destiny."

"I'll just have to make things difficult for you this time."