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

In the afternoon in Kowloon Tong, sunlight filters through sparse clouds, painting this area, a mix of old tenement buildings, emerging businesses, and grey-market industries, with a slightly worn, warm hue.

The standalone building housing Qiankun Film Studio stands on a not-so-bustling street. The signboard on the exterior wall is even somewhat faded, which is out of place with the glamorous look that the word "film studio" should have. Instead, it exudes an indescribable ambiguity and repression.

This place was once the core base where Leung Kwan operated his pornographic film and magazine publishing, and also the cover for his shady businesses.

Several black cars silently glided to a stop in front of the building, with the Bentley leading the way being particularly eye-catching.

The car door opened, and Lin Yaodong got out first. He was still wearing a well-fitting black suit, and his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses was as calm as ice.

Following behind him were his inseparable bodyguard and top enforcer, Gao Jin, with a cold expression, and another capable henchman, Xiao Fu, who looked honest but was actually incredibly skilled.

The last person to get off the bus was Lin Yaodong's driver, Jiang Xin.

The newly recruited henchmen, Zhou Xingxing, Chen Yongren, and Su Jianqiu, also came along.

Lin Yaodong looked up at the "Qiankun Pictures" sign, a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm flashing across his lips.

Back then, Liang Kun even wanted to take him on as one of his own... He never imagined that Lin Yaodong was going to bring him down and take his place.

The era of "Brother Kun" has ended, buried by his own foolish ambition and Chiang Tin-sang's reckoning.

Now, this territory, along with the troubles it brings, has become the first legacy that Lin Yaodong needs to digest and absorb after taking the position of Mong Kok gang leader.

The company doors were wide open, clearly indicating that the people inside had already received the news.

As Lin Yaodong stepped inside, a smell mixed with cheap cigarette smoke, dust, and some kind of inexpensive fragrance hit him.

Inside the hall, a large group of twenty or thirty henchmen stood, varying in height and build, but most of them wore a similar slick, apprehensive, and somewhat hesitant expression.

They are the most troublesome part of the legacy left by Leung Kwan.

A group of "traitors" who were used to their former boss's eccentric and violent style, opportunistic, and whose loyalty was just about to reach a critical point.

Lin Yaodong glanced at them and immediately understood—these people could be driven temporarily for a good price, but once the tide turned or a higher price was offered, they would betray him without hesitation.

Upon seeing Lin Yaodong enter, the previously whispering hall instantly fell silent, and all eyes were focused on the new boss.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Lin Yaodong walked to the center of the hall and stopped. He didn't speak immediately, but slowly looked around again. His gaze was like a cold probe, sweeping over the face of every henchman, causing many people to subconsciously lower their heads or look away.

The walls of the lobby are still covered with posters of scantily clad women and covers of vulgar magazines from the era of "The Young Man," which are particularly eye-catching.

Finally, he spoke, his voice not loud:

"I don't need to waste my breath; I'm sure the news has already spread far and wide. Li Qiankun, a traitor who betrayed the Hung Hing Society, has already been punished by family discipline and sent to wander the underworld."

He directly used the tacit slang term "wandering" to foreshadow the fate of Liang Kun. His tone was as calm as if he were talking about a trivial matter, but it sent a chill down the spines of the henchmen below.

"I, Lin Yaodong, have nothing to do with the past." He changed the subject, his tone still calm, but with an even stronger sense of pressure.

"Whether you followed Jesus or Buddha before, I had no interest in you. But from today onwards, I, Lam Yiu-tung, am the one in charge of Mong Kok!"

He paused slightly, then emphasized, "Therefore, my rules are the rules!"

These words resonated powerfully, echoing throughout the hall.

The henchmen held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Lin Yaodong turned his head to the side, his gaze first falling on Xiao Fu, and then shifting to Gao Jin's cold and stern face.

"As for what my rules are," he continued, "Xiao Fu and Gao Jin will tell you one by one, clearly and later. You'd better remember them well, I don't like to repeat myself."

Xiao Fu took a small half-step forward, a fierce look that seemed out of place on his honest face.

Gao Jin simply stood there coldly, like a god of death ready to erupt at any moment.

The aura emanating from these two men was enough to send a chill down the spines of these henchmen, who were used to the manic style of "Brother Kun," into a completely different and more unsettling state.

At this moment, a figure hesitated for a moment before approaching Lin Yaodong and asked in a low voice, "Boss... then... what should I do?"

The one asking the question was Ah Xing.

He watched as Lin Yaodong assigned specific tasks to Xiao Fu and Gao Jin, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

As an undercover agent carefully arranged by the police and adopted by Boss B, his mission is to gain Lin Yaodong's trust as soon as possible, infiltrate his gang, and collect evidence of crimes.

If he continues to be marginalized, his mission will be extremely difficult.

Moreover, he thought of his wife, who was already dissatisfied with his meager salary as a police officer, and the 200,000 yuan in family savings that he had had to use during his previous undercover mission and had never dared to tell his wife. He was filled with an urgent desire to redeem himself and receive a reward.

Lin Yaodong's gaze fell on A Xing's face, and then seemed to casually sweep over two other familiar faces standing a little further back in the crowd—Chen Yongren, whose expression was a little melancholy and unruly, and Su Jianqiu, whose eyes revealed shrewdness and caution.

The undercover identities of these three individuals were no secret to Lin Yaodong, who had traveled from another time.

Boss B initially sent a few upstart underlings to help Lin Yaodong out of kindness, probably just treating them as ordinary underlings, never imagining they would become three hot potatoes.

Logically, the best way to deal with undercover agents is to leave them out of the loop forever, never giving them any opportunity to access core matters, completely marginalizing them so that they return empty-handed.

But Lin Yaodong had his own ideas.

In his view, these undercover police officers, if used correctly, would be like high-quality cattle delivered to his door.

They are disciplined and under pressure, often working harder and more eager to perform than ordinary gangsters. Moreover, they are usually more dedicated to their work in order to gain the trust of others.

As long as you maintain a proper balance and don't let them access truly critical core secrets, you can push them to their limits to handle those tedious, tricky, yet capable peripheral matters.

Even if you squeeze them to death, they won't complain at all; in fact, they'll work even harder to achieve their targets.

Lin Yaodong is planning to gradually legitimize his forces. One key step is to establish a legitimate property management company to absorb and settle a large number of low-level henchmen, giving them a seemingly legal position and source of income to reduce street disturbances and facilitate management.

However, this requires reliable people with good execution skills to initially build the framework and handle miscellaneous tasks.

Now is the perfect opportunity to test these three special oxen and horses.

Thinking of this, Lin Yaodong revealed an enigmatic smile. He did not answer Ah Xing's question directly, but instead turned to face all the henchmen again.

After the beating, it's time for a sweet treat.

"I'll say it again," he raised his voice, "Whether Liang Kun was stingy or harsh to you guys in the past, that's all in the past. Now that you're with me, Lin Yaodong, as long as you follow my rules and work hard, I will never treat my brothers unfairly!"

He winked at Jiang Xin, the driver beside him.

Jiang Xin silently took out three thick stacks of Hong Kong dollars from his handbag. The brand-new banknotes exuded the smell of ink, instantly attracting the attention of all the henchmen.

HK$300,000 is by no means a small amount these days.