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

Chan Ho-nam and his brothers gathered on a secluded beach, where the waves rhythmically lapped against the shore, as if counting down to their upcoming operation.

"Where's Chicken?" Chan Ho-nam glanced at the brothers present, his brows furrowed.

Jiaopi, Datian'er, and Baopi are all there, but the most unreliable person is missing.

Jiao Pi shook his head helplessly, holding the mobile phone he had just been assigned for this mission: "Brother Nan, I can't get through to him, no one answers."

"Damn it!" Chan Ho-nam kicked a dilapidated beach chair on the sand, the metal frame leaving a deep mark on the sand.

"It's him again! He disappears every time there's an emergency. Last time he almost killed me! I've warned him a thousand times, and he's gone missing again!"

The sea breeze suddenly became strong, whipping up fine sand that hit everyone's faces.

Da Tian Er looked towards the coastline and whispered, "Brother Nan, the situation on Fat Dog's side is urgent."

Chan Ho-nam was well aware that this was a rare opportunity.

Fat Dog is a local tyrant with considerable influence in New Zealand and Australia, and he is always accompanied by a dozen or so henchmen.

The only way to succeed is to strike when he is off guard.

Just as everyone was getting anxious, a silver van sped along the coastal road, its tires screeching on the sand, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The car door slid open, and out stepped Leung Kwan's right-hand man, Silly Qiang.

At this time, no one in Hung Hing knew about the secret deal between Leung Kwan and Ba Bi, let alone that Leung Kwan had lost more than 20 million dollars worth of goods after Ba Bi's death.

Chan Ho-nam could never have imagined that Ugly Kun had already considered him as the first step in his revenge against Boss B.

"Ah-Qiang!" Chan Ho-Nam greeted him, "Is Fat Dog going for his morning run again today?"

Sha Qiang shook his head: "He's not going for his morning run today, so he won't be passing by here."

"What should we do then?" Baopi interrupted, his voice trembling with anxiety.

Sha Qiang: "I heard that Fatty Dog brought a Brazilian girl to the table with him last night. Now is the perfect time to strike, when he's at his weakest!"

Chan Ho-nam asked, "Do you know where he is now?"

Sha Qiang gave a sly smile: "Of course I know. Fat Dog has a mistress in New Australia, and hardly anyone goes there."

Chan Ho-nam hesitated for a moment.

When operating on someone else's turf, every step must be taken with caution.

But Silly Keung is a member of Hung Hing, so he should be trustworthy.

Sha Qiang glanced at Chen Haonan and his group, then suddenly realized the numbers were off: "Brother Nan, isn't everyone here?"

"We're still missing one pheasant," Chan Ho-nam said helplessly.

Sha Qiang panicked immediately, glancing at his gold watch: "What's going on? Time is of the essence! Fatty Dog will be leaving soon! That Brazilian girl Fatty Dog used last night is a pro; she drained him completely. Today is the perfect opportunity to strike!"

Upon hearing this, Chan Ho-nam knew that this was an opportunity not to be missed.

Staying in Australia and New Zealand for even a day increases the danger, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

"Hey~ hey~" Bao Pi grabbed Chan Ho-nam, "Brother Nam, aren't we waiting for Chicken?"

"We're not waiting any longer!" Chan Ho-nam declared decisively. "Let's do it!"

The four brothers got on the bread truck, but Sha Qiang showed no intention of getting on.

He patted the man wearing a hat in the cockpit: "This is my little brother's plane. He knows the way and will take you there."

Before getting into the car, Chan Ho-nam didn't forget to tell Silly Keung, "Keung, call Chicken for me. After we're done, we'll meet at the Haunted House."

Sha Qiang nodded: "I know, be careful."

The van drove away from the beach and sped along the coastal highway.

The atmosphere inside the car was heavy; no one spoke.

As Chen Haonan watched the coconut trees rushing past the window, a vague unease crept into his heart.

"How much further, plane?" Da Tian Er broke the silence.

The man in the driver's seat didn't even turn his head: "We'll be there soon, just after the bridge."

As the van drove onto a cross-sea bridge, a truck suddenly rushed out from the front and braked sharply to block the road in the middle.

"Watch out!" Chan Ho-nam shouted.

Almost simultaneously, another truck rushed out from behind and crashed into them with a bang.

Then two cars, one in front and one behind, sandwiched the bread cart tightly in the middle.

"Get out of the car!" Chen Haonan reacted immediately and kicked the car door open.

However, it was too late. Thirty or forty thugs armed with machetes jumped out of the two trucks and instantly surrounded the bread truck.

The plane in the pilot's seat had long since disappeared.

"We've fallen for their trap!" Da Tian Er roared, drawing his cleaver from his waist.

Fat Dog's henchmen surged in like a tide, and Chan Ho-nam and his three companions formed a defensive formation back to back.

Amidst the flashing swords and the clash of blades, screams of agony filled the air.

"Brother Nan, let's go!" Jiao Pi suddenly pushed Chen Haonan aside and rushed into the crowd alone. "I'll cover our retreat!"

Chan Ho-nam tried to stop him, but was forcibly dragged away by Tai Tin-Yee and Po-Pi.

The three broke through the encirclement and ran wildly along the bridge, with Jiao Pi's final roar behind them.

Scattering and escaping is their only chance of survival.

Chan Ho-nam jumped off the bridge and rolled into a thicket of bushes, the footsteps of his pursuers fading into the distance.

He was covered in injuries. He leaned against a tree trunk to catch his breath, then rushed to the intersection, intending to flag down a car and leave.

When we reached the intersection, there happened to be a car parked there.

It's Sha Qiang.

He opened the car door, looking anxious: "Brother Nan! Get in the car quickly!"

Having narrowly escaped death, Chan Ho-nam didn't have time to think and staggered to the passenger seat.

As soon as the car door closed, a pungent white cloth was placed over his mouth and nose.

He struggled for a few moments before finally succumbing to darkness.

Just as Chan Ho-nam fell into the trap, Chicken in the hotel finally woke up from the embrace of two sexy women.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw that the clock on the bedside table pointed to 10 p.m., which made him instantly wake up.

"Damn it!" Chicken cursed as he searched for his pants amidst the mess.

The two women were still fast asleep, completely unaware that their "client" was two hours late.

Pheasant stumbled out of the hotel, hailed a taxi, and headed to the agreed-upon beach.

no one!

The sea breeze dispelled his last vestiges of intoxication, and an ominous premonition spread through his heart.

On the other side, Sha Qiang and his two henchmen carried the unconscious Chen Haonan into the bedroom of a secluded villa and roughly threw him onto the bed.

A scantily clad young woman was already lying on the bed—it was Chicken's girlfriend, Ke'en.

She drank the spiked beverage, her face flushed, and her body twisted uncontrollably.

A heavily made-up woman walked in carrying a glass of clear liquid, and at Sha Qiang's prompting, she forced Chen Haonan to drink it.

"Brother Qiang, it's all done." The woman put down the empty glass.

Sha Qiang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, waved and said, "Let's go."

After the woman left, Liang Kun strolled in leisurely with a video camera in his hand.

At this moment, Chen Haonan and Ke En on the bed were already entangled under the influence of drugs, their clothes torn to shreds.

"Suck~ suck~ suck~~" Handsome Kun let out a strange laugh, then turned to ask Silly Qiang, "Where can I buy such good medicine?"

His penis has been acting up lately, and he's wondering if he could get some kind of magic potion to help him regain his virility!

Sha Qiang quickly reached into his pocket: "Brother, you need it? I have some here."

Handsome Kun patted his head: "Silly! It's just a question~"

As he spoke, he casually stuffed the medicine bottle that Sha Qiang had taken out into his pocket.

On the bed, Chen Haonan and Ke En, under the influence of the drug, were like dry tinder and raging fire, their battle so intense that even the onlookers blushed.

Liang Kun handed the camera to Sha Qiang and lit a cigarette to watch from the side.

"If I let Chan Ho-nam come to my film company to be the male lead and make a 'sexy film,' it will definitely be a hit!" said Leung Kwan smugly.

Silly Qiang, standing to the side with a fawning smile, said, "Brother Kun is brilliant! Now let's see how Chan Ho-nam explains himself to Chicken and how he establishes himself in Hung Hing!"

Handsome Kun exhaled a string of smoke rings, his eyes turning cold: "Chan Ho-nam, let's see how you die this time! And Boss B, we'll settle our score slowly!"

What Liang Kun and Sha Qiang didn't know was that while they were filming for Chan Ho-nam...

Above the wardrobe in the corner of the room, there was also a well-disguised video camera that recorded everything that happened in the house.