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

Early in the morning.

Chan Ho-nam, Chicken, Tai Tin-yi, and Bao Pi walked down the gangway with the sparse flow of people, their steps heavy, quite different from the hurried passengers around them.

They escaped from New Zealand and Australia.

It lacks the crispy crust.

Chan Ho-nam was wearing a black leather jacket with the collar slightly open, his face filled with fatigue and gloom.

Chicken followed behind him, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He would glance at Chan Ho-nam every now and then, then quickly look away.

Da Tian Er lowered his head, his hands in his pockets, his usual radiant spirit gone.

Baopi's eyes were red and swollen, and his face was still wet with tears. He would sniffle from time to time. Jiaopi's "death" was like a huge rock pressing on his heart, and on everyone's heart as well.

The pheasant's feelings were particularly complicated.

In addition to the grief of losing his brother, he was also disappointed in Ke En and harbored unspeakable resentment towards Chen Haonan.

Although he knew that Chen Haonan and Ke En might not have had any ulterior motives, the fact had already happened.

That incident is like a thorn stuck in my heart.

He glanced at Chen Haonan's back as he walked ahead, gritted his teeth, and became even more determined to leave.

Taiwan might be a place where he can temporarily escape all of this.

Let's go find refuge with our relatives...

As soon as I set foot on Hong Kong soil, a familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere washed over me.

Before they could even catch their breath, several of Boss B's underlings came up to them.

"Brother Nan, Brother Ji, Brother B sent us to pick you up and take you directly to the main hall." The man's tone was respectful but carried an unquestionable authority.

Chan Ho-nam nodded, didn't ask any further questions, and simply said in a deep voice, "I understand."

This mission failed, and the general manager will definitely be held accountable.

Chicken suddenly spoke up: "I'm not going. Please tell Brother B that I have something to do."

Chan Ho-nam abruptly turned to look at Chicken, his eyes sharp: "Chicken, what time is it now?"

Pheasant avoided his gaze, her tone curt: "My affairs are none of your business. I'm leaving."

After saying that, he actually turned around and walked straight in another direction without the slightest hesitation.

"Shanji!" Da Tian Er shouted, but Shanji did not turn around and his figure quickly disappeared into the crowd at the dock.

Chan Ho-nam stared in the direction where Chicken had disappeared, his fist clenching silently until his knuckles turned white.

The bond between brothers seems to be crumbling under the successive blows.

He took a deep breath and said to the people who came to pick him up, "Let's go."

The car drove towards the Hung Hing headquarters, and the atmosphere inside was extremely oppressive.

No one spoke, only the occasional suppressed sobs from Baopi.

As Chan Ho-nam gazed at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, the failure of his trip to New Australia, the death of Chiao-pi, and the departure of Chicken were like a tangled mess in his heart.

He knew that this meeting at the headquarters would not be easy.

......

Hung Hing General Hall, Loyalty Hall.

It was still early, but the hall was already bustling with people.

The hall was spacious and solemn, exuding the heritage of a long-established organization.

A heavy, long mahogany conference table sits in the center, its gleaming surface reflecting people's images.

On one side of the hall, rows of framed photos are neatly hung, containing black-and-white or color group photos of the leaders and hall masters of Hung Hing throughout history, recording the triad's tumultuous history.

Behind every photograph lies a story of bloodshed and turmoil.

Behind the head of the conference table is a solemn shrine.

In front of the shrine, a pair of large red candles were lit, their flames flickering and illuminating a majestic statue of Guan Yu inside.

The red-faced Guan Gong, wielding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, exudes awe-inspiring power.

The large incense burner in front of the statue was filled with incense sticks, and wisps of smoke rose up, emitting a faint sandalwood scent that permeated the entire Zhongyi Hall.

The hall masters arrived one after another.

As the eldest brother, the hall master naturally sat at the conference table, while his trusted underlings sat or stood respectfully behind him, demonstrating their respective power.

Fatty Li slung himself down in a chair, patted his round belly, and began to boast to the people next to him: "Last time, I went to Australia and New Zealand with some old friends. As soon as we landed, we went to a nightclub to find some hot foreign women... Hey, what a scene!"

He winked and spit as he spoke, "Let me tell you, those foreign girls are all blonde, their skin is dazzlingly white! And, for the first time, I saw what it means for a man to be unable to hold a woman in one hand... that feeling, tsk tsk!"

Some people nearby smiled perfunctorily, but most were distracted.

Thirteen Sister, a cigarette dangling from her lips, scanned the entire room with sharp eyes.

The prince crossed his arms, closed his eyes to rest, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

Han Bin and the dinosaur were talking in hushed tones.

Chen Yao sat quietly in his seat, expressionless, his thoughts unreadable.

Soon, the topic shifted from Fat Lao Li's appreciation of art to this unexpected meeting.

"By the way, what happened? Why did you call us all here in such a hurry?"

"Yes, why the sudden large meeting? Mr. Chiang rarely gathers everyone this early."

"I don't know either, I haven't heard a thing."

"That's strange... Could something major have happened recently that we're unaware of?"

Various speculations circulated among the hall master and his underlings.

At this moment, Boss B arrived with his men, his expression grave.

Following behind him were dejected Chan Ho-nam, Tai Tin Yee, and Bao Pi.

However, the one who attracted the most attention was Lin Yaodong, who was walking on the other side of Boss B.

Unlike Chen Haonan and the others, who were disheveled and dejected, Lin Yaodong was dressed in a well-tailored dark suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with his hair neatly combed and his usual gentle smile on his face.

Behind him were two men: Xiao Fu, who was unremarkable in appearance but had sharp eyes, and Gao Jin, who had a cold face and a tall and straight figure.

Lin Yaodong's appearance immediately silenced the somewhat noisy hall for a moment, and all the hall masters and their trusted underlings focused their attention on him.

"Brother B, he's here! Yay~ Dong!"

"Brother B, your buddy Lin Yaodong is really impressive lately~" Bucky spoke first, his tone tinged with envy and flattery.

"Yeah, he just finished being on TV and is now on the entertainment headlines. He's almost overshadowing the big stars," Ma Wangjian chimed in with a smile.

"When will Ah Dong have some connections and help us get rich too?" Thirteen Sister said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, blowing out a smoke ring.

Faced with these compliments, whether genuine or not, Boss B forced a smile and responded to each one.

Lin Yaodong simply nodded slightly, saying nothing more, appearing very low-key.

"Hahaha~" The leader of the dinosaurs, a wild beast, suddenly burst into a shrill laugh, shattering the superficial harmony.

"We're gangsters, fighting and killing is our profession! Unlike him! Making movies and doing charity work, pretending to be a successful businessman! Taking over territory and collecting debts is what we're really doing!"

These words carried an undisguised sarcasm.

The dinosaur immediately turned around and glared fiercely at the savage, hissing in a low voice, "Shut up! Who are you to speak here?"

The savage shrank back dejectedly, not daring to say another word.

The dinosaur sighed inwardly.

The savages are undeniably good at seizing territory; they're tough and resilient, but they're a bit lacking in intelligence.

If everyone were as good at making money as Lin Yaodong, who would want to engage in fighting and killing?

Instead of learning and building relationships, the savages speak as if they are no less inferior to others.