Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

Mong Kok, let's be heroes.

The lingering warmth of the Spring Festival had completely dissipated. It was 10 p.m., just as the nightlife was beginning. The Hero Bar was bustling with noise, heavy metal music blasted at your eardrums, and a chaotic dance floor was filled with people dancing wildly.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the bar, a long queue still stretched before the row of Donkey Kong arcade machines flashing with colorful lights. Young people were willing to empty their last coin in order to play as the red-hatted uncle rescuing the princess.

"Oops! He died again!"

KK sat on a high stool at the bar, looking at the game screen, and pouted in annoyance.

Today she wore a white turtleneck sweater and skinny jeans, a simple outfit that accentuated her youthful and beautiful curves. Her short hair had just been trimmed, making her look even more playful, and her makeup, in particular, looked unusually cute under the neon lights.

"So stupid."

A magnetic voice sounded behind her.

Ahua, dressed in a dark gray casual suit, held a glass of lemonade and handed it to her with a smile: "You've been playing for half a month and you're still stuck on the second level. Don't say you're someone I, Ahua, trained. It's embarrassing."

"Hmph! You look down on me?" KK turned around, took a sip of water, and looked at Ahua with bright eyes. "Then why don't you teach me? Talking without doing is useless."

Ahua smiled, just about to say something.

An exaggerated, slightly irritating voice chimed in: "Hey! Sister-in-law's here to visit Brother Hua again today?"

Fly, wearing a flashy Versace shirt and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, approached with a wicked grin.

"Pfft—" KK almost spat out the water she had just drunk, her face turning as red as a ripe tomato. She nervously twisted the hem of her skirt, stammering, "Brother Fly…you…what are you calling me! Who's your sister-in-law…"

"Hehe, it was bound to happen sooner or later!" Fly winked and put down the drinks they were being given. "Brother Hua, Sister KK, you two keep chatting, I won't be a third wheel! Tonight, I, Fly, am going downstairs to hunt for some hot girls, I heard there are a few really hot ones here!"

After saying that, he gave Ahua a "good luck" gesture, and then, like a butterfly, he darted into the dance floor.

"That fly...he can't keep his mouth shut."

Ahua shook his head helplessly, but in his heart he gave Fly a thumbs up: This kid did a great job of providing the assist.

KK lowered her head and stirred the ice cubes in her glass with a straw. Although she was shy, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Sister-in-law... that title sounds quite nice.

……

I felt great after leaving the fly at the bar.

Now, he's a well-known "Arcade Prince" in Mong Kok. He completed the distribution task assigned to him by Lu Chen exceptionally well, and all the shops in Mong Kok have installed Jiahe's arcade machines. Now, when he walks down the street, the shopkeepers have to offer him cigarettes and call him "Brother Fly."

This kind of scenery was something he never dared to dream of before.

"Hey beautiful, all alone? Want me to teach you how to play Donkey Kong? I have some exclusive tips~"

Fly, holding a wine glass, skillfully struck up a conversation with a long-legged girl who was playing an arcade game.

Just as he was about to unleash his charm further, he caught a glimpse of an odd figure out of the corner of his eye.

In the darkest corner of the bar, near the toilet.

A man wearing a green jacket and a baseball cap, who looked somewhat sleazy, was furtively pulling a young drinker along.

The man looked nervous, his eyes darting around, and his movements were extremely discreet—he slipped a small, transparent plastic bag from his sleeve, stuffed it into the drinker's hand, and then quickly took a few banknotes.

In that instant, the fly's previously playful expression vanished.

He was all too familiar with that action; it was the action he had seen most often in all his years on the streets—selling drugs.

"Damn it...you're asking for it!"

Fly slammed his wine glass down on the table next to him and gestured to a few of the bouncers standing not far away.

"Airplane! Bring your men over here! Take that guy in the green shirt to the warehouse in the back alley!"

……

Ten minutes later.

The back alley of Hero Bar, a storage warehouse.

The place was filled with empty beer crates and abandoned tables and chairs, and the air was thick with a musty smell.

"Bang!"

Ah Gou was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

"Brothers! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Ah Gou was trembling with fear, still trying to argue, "I just came here to drink... Why are you arresting me?"

"drink wine?"

The fly squatted in front of him, holding the packet of white powder that had just been found on him, and weighed it in his hand.

"Come on, tell Fly Bro, what kind of liquor is this? Is it called 'White Face' brand whiskey?"

Upon seeing the stolen goods being found, Ah Gou's face turned deathly pale.

"Beat him up!" Fly jumped up and kicked Ah Gou in the face. "You son of a bitch! Do you know whose territory this is? Do you know the rules here?!"

"Brother Hua said that anyone who dares to sell noodles on our turf will have their arms and legs broken and be thrown into the sea to feed the fish! Are you ignoring him?!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Without saying a word, the plane standing to the side grabbed a steel pipe and smashed it down.

The plane was extremely ruthless. Although it didn't use its teeth, it specifically targeted the thickest parts of the flesh with the stick. In just a few blows, it beat the dog so badly that he was rolling on the ground, his screams even worse than those of a pig being slaughtered.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Brother Fly! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" Ah Gou, the drug addict, couldn't take it anymore. Snot, tears, and blood streamed down his face as he begged for mercy, "I...I'm from the Vietnamese gang! It was Brother Zha! Brother Zha from the Vietnamese gang sent me!"

"Vietnamese gang? Brother Zha?"

Fly and Airplane exchanged a glance, their expressions turning serious. Although they had only recently taken power, they had heard of this group's reputation.

This group of Vietnamese people only recently smuggled themselves into Hong Kong Island and are notorious outlaws. Their leader is called Brother Zha, and he has two other brothers named Ah Hu and Tony. This group doesn't follow the rules of the underworld; they are ruthless and have risen to power extremely quickly.

If it's a retail investor trying to sell at a low price, just beat them up and throw them out.

But since it was sent by Brother Zha, it was a premeditated attempt to "cross the line," and the other party clearly didn't take Hung Hing and Ah Wah seriously.

"Looks like someone's tired of living," a ruthless glint flashed in Fly's eyes. "Airplane, keep an eye on him, don't let him die. I'm going to find Brother Hua."

……

at the same time.

The manager's office is on the second floor of the bar.

Isolated from the noise downstairs, the place is eerily quiet.

Ahua sat on the large leather sofa, twirling a lighter in his hand. KK sat opposite him, head down, hands clasped together, looking very nervous.

"KK, it's so late, aren't you going home yet? Brother Dafei must be worried." Ahua broke the silence, his voice a little hoarse.

"My brother went to Big B's place for drinks tonight and won't be coming back," KK said, mustering her courage to raise her head. A determined light shone in her big eyes. "Brother Ahua, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm? You go ahead."

"What...what do you think of me?" KK's voice was barely audible.

"That's great." Ahua smiled. "Cute, pretty, and straightforward. Dafei is so lucky to have a sister like you."

"But I don't want to be your sister!"

KK suddenly stood up and walked a few steps to Ahua. Looking into Ahua's deep eyes, her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

"Ahua! I like you!"

The girl's voice was clear and loud, echoing in the quiet office.

Ahua was stunned.

Although he had long sensed KK's feelings for him, and although he also had feelings for the girl, he was still caught off guard when the truth was finally revealed.

He was a gangster, living a life of constant danger. Although he had now risen to a higher position under Mr. Lu's guidance, the path of the underworld remained fraught with peril, and he feared he would let her down.

"KK, I..."

"Don't talk! Listen to me!" KK reached out and covered his mouth. "I know you're the leader of the Hung Hing Heroes Hall, I know you're in danger every day. But I'm not afraid! My brother's in a gang too, I grew up in this kind of environment. I like you, not because you're so powerful, but because of that night... the way you stood in front of me."

KK's eyes reddened: "Ahua, I want to be your woman. No matter what happens, I'm willing to follow you."

Looking at the brave girl in front of him and feeling the warmth of her hand, Ahua felt all the obstacles in his heart disappear.

Screw all the worries! I'm a leader of Hung Hing now. If I can't even accept a woman I like, what kind of man am I?

Ahua reached out, grasped KK's wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Little girl," Ah Hua looked at her pretty face so close to his, his eyes softening with tenderness, "now that you're on this pirate ship, there's no getting off."

KK burst into laughter through her tears, closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and her pink lips looked like a tempting cherry.

The atmosphere was just right.

Ahua lowered his head and slowly moved closer.

Ten centimeters... five centimeters... one centimeter...

Their breaths mingled together.

Just as their lips were about to touch.

"Bang!!!"

The office door was slammed open like a battering ram.

"Boss! Something terrible has happened!!"

The fly's signature hoarse voice boomed like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"Ah!" KK screamed in fright, jumping away from Ahua's arms like a startled rabbit, her face flushed red as she covered her face, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Ahua remained frozen in place, in the position of about to kiss.

On his forehead, veins bulged and throbbed rhythmically.

He slowly turned his head, and the look in his eyes, if it could kill, would have turned the fly into mincemeat by now.

"Cockfly..." Ahua squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, "You'd better really have something really terrible happen to you. Otherwise, this day next year will be your death anniversary."

The fly stood at the doorway, watching this scene, and instantly realized what a foolish thing it had done.

"Uh... um... I..." Fly swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine. "Boss, would you believe me if I said I came to the wrong door?"

"Get out!" Ahua grabbed the ashtray on the table and was about to smash it.

"No, no, no! Something's really happened!" Fly quickly raised his hand. "Boss! Someone was selling drugs in our place! I caught him!"

Upon hearing the words "selling powder," Ahua stopped raising his hand in mid-air.

The enchanting atmosphere vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling aura.

Mr. Lu's rules are absolute law.

"KK," Ahua took a deep breath, turned to look at KK, and softened his tone, "You go back first, I'll have Brother Dafei come and pick you up."

"Oh... okay."

Although KK was shy, she knew she couldn't cause trouble at this moment. She gave Ahua a deep look and whispered, "Then I'll wait for your call."

After saying that, she blushed and ran out of the office as if fleeing, giving Fly a disgruntled glare as she passed by.

……

Once KK left, the tenderness on Ahua's face completely vanished.

He sat back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and coldly stared at the fly: "Tell me, who has the audacity?"

"It's the Vietnamese gang," Fly said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "I just caught one of the loose agents downstairs and took him to the back for interrogation by the plane. He confessed everything. He said he's from North Point, and his boss is called 'Brother Scum.' It was Brother Scum who sent him to Mong Kok to test the waters, and he even told him that we Hung Hing wouldn't dare touch him."

"Vietnamese gang? Brother Zha?"

Ahua frowned.

As the most prominent leader in the martial arts world recently, he naturally has a thorough understanding of the power distribution in the martial arts community.

"Looks like someone's seeing how successful we've been lately and wants a piece of the pie," Ah Wah said, exhaling a smoke ring and a cold glint in his eyes. "Selling drugs on Hung Hing's turf? Don't even mention Brother Zha, not even the King of Heaven himself can do that."

"Boss, that guy's still in the warehouse, the plane's watching him. What do we do? Kill him?" Fly made a throat-slitting gesture.

"What's the use of killing him? He's just a small fry," Ahua shook his head. "Since he was sent by Brother Zha, let Brother Zha come and take him away himself."

Ah Wah stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling night view of Mong Kok outside.

"Fly, go tell the Vietnamese gang a message," Ahua's voice was calm yet domineering. "Tell that bastard that his men are in my hands. If he wants them alive, he'll have to come over with the ransom. I want to ask him face-to-face if he knows the rules of the underworld."

"Randomization?" Fly was taken aback. "How much?"

"One million!" Ahua sneered. "If it's a penny less, I'll chop off his underlings' fingers one by one and send them to him as snacks with his drinks."

"clear!"

"Oh, right," Ahua called to Fly, who was about to leave, "about what happened earlier..."

"Just now? What happened just now? I didn't see anything!" Fly blinked innocently.

"roll!"

"Okay!"

Watching the fly close the door, Ahua touched his lips, recalling the kiss that had been interrupted, and felt a pang of regret.

"The Vietnamese gang..." Ahua clenched his fist. "Since you want to die, then we'll use you to... establish our authority once again!"