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

On the highway from Mong Kok to Kwong Wah Hospital.

A black Mazda sedan was speeding along, forcibly tearing a gap in the traffic.

In the back seat, Fly lay pale-faced on the leather seat, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, and the obvious shoe print on his chest was shocking.

"Bear with it, we're almost at the hospital!" Ahua yelled at the pilot of the plane, holding Fly's hand. "Drive faster!!"

"Cough cough... Boss..." Fly opened his eyes with difficulty, wincing in pain, but his eyes also revealed a hint of excitement. "Don't... don't shake me, I feel like throwing up..."

"Shut up! Save your energy!" Ahua yelled, but his eyes were red.

After confirming that the fly was not in immediate danger, Ahua took a deep breath and pulled out his mobile phone.

This matter has escalated so much that it has even alarmed the anti-gang task force, so we must report it to the boss immediately.

……

On the other end of the phone, in the study of a villa in Youyicun.

Lu Chen was wearing a bathrobe, holding a glass of red wine, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the pitch-black night outside.

"I know everything." Lu Chen's voice was calm as still water, yet it carried a reassuring strength. "How's Fly?"

"He just passed out. Tony probably broke his ribs with that kick, and he might have internal bleeding. He's being rushed to Kwong Wah Hospital for emergency treatment." Ah Hua said through gritted teeth, "Boss, it's my fault. I didn't keep an eye on things properly, and Fly got injured."

"It's not your fault."

Lu Chen took a sip of red wine. "Fly did the right thing this time. Selling drugs on our turf is a slap in the face to you and a violation of Hung Hing's rules. His slash was good, and his shout was even better."

Hearing his boss's confirmation, Ahua's self-reproach lessened slightly, but his murderous intent intensified: "Boss, that Vietnamese gang is going too far. Brother Zha said before he left that he wanted to start a war with us, I think..."

"You want to wipe them out?" Lu Chen said it for him.

"Yes! If we don't wipe out these Vietnamese bastards, no one will dare to come and cause trouble in Mong Kok!"

"Then let's fight!" Lu Chen's answer was concise and powerful. "I'll talk to Mr. Jiang. Whether it's Hung Hing or Golden Harvest, they'll support you with all their might. If you don't have enough manpower, ask me and Jiang Tiansheng for more. If you don't have enough money, get approval from the finance department. Remember, if you fight, you have to fight hard. If you fight, you have to fight to the death."

"Moreover," a glint of light flashed in Lu Chen's eyes, "Wan Chai is a great place. If you can take advantage of this opportunity to take down the Vietnamese gang, plant your flag there, and connect with Hung Hing's Causeway Bay, that would be even better. I'll speak on Mr. Chiang's behalf. Under the guise of 'revenge,' we can bring the war to Wan Chai and swallow their territory."

"Understood, boss!" Ahua perked up.

After finishing the business, Lu Chen suddenly changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat playful: "Ah Hua, since you're going to Wan Chai to investigate, could you also keep an eye out for someone for me?"

"Person? Who?" Ahua was taken aback.

"A girl named Qiu Di." Lu Chen's mind conjured up the image of the mainland girl with a delicate face and stubborn eyes who sold alcohol in Wan Chai in the movie "Flash Point".

"She just came from the mainland and is probably working as a beer girl in a restaurant or nightclub in Wan Chai. She's very pretty. I'll fax you her details later. If you find her, you can hire her under the guise of asking her to sell drinks at Hero Bar, and then take her away and settle her in."

In the original story, Qiu Di was a woman with a tragic fate, living in constant fear alongside Hua Sheng, and ultimately being dragged into that bloody battle. Now that Lu Chen has arrived, this tragedy naturally needs to be rewritten. Most importantly, that woman is indeed a stunning beauty.

"Understood." Although Ahua didn't know why his boss was suddenly interested in a girl selling alcohol, he never asked why.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Chen put down his wine glass, turned around and called Tian Yangsheng to meet him in the study.

In the study.

"Boss, should I take care of those three Vietnamese guys?"

Tian Yangsheng pushed up his sunglasses, his voice as cold as ice. For someone who dared to challenge the boss's authority, his solution was usually only one—death.

"You don't need to lift a finger. This is a whetstone for Ahua and the others," Lu Chen waved his hand. "However, there is something I do need you to do. If we want to win this battle, it's not enough for Ahua to fight on the front lines alone."

Lu Chen walked to the desk, picked up a document, and said, "Strike the snake at its vital point. The reason why the Vietnamese gang was able to rise so rapidly in the past two years is not only because they are ruthless, but also because they have a financial backer supporting them. Go and investigate the small team led by 'Four-Eyes'."

Lu Chen wrote down a few names on the paper.

In the plot of "Flash Point," the three Vietnamese gang members are actually employed by a smuggling ring funded by three financiers. These three are the real bosses, responsible for providing the money and the channels, while making the three brothers do the dirty work.

But in the movie, as the three brothers' power grew, so did their ambition, ultimately leading to Mad Dog killing their three benefactors. Now, the three Tony brothers seem to be showing similar signs, so it's a good time to sow discord and make them turn against each other prematurely.

Lu Chen handed the note to Tian Yangsheng: "Go and find out their movements and their financial chains. I need to cut off the Vietnamese gang's lifeline at a critical moment. Without money, let's see how they fight Hung Hing."

"Yes." Tian Yangsheng took the note, and in a flash, disappeared into the darkness.

Lu Chen picked up his wine glass again, looked out the window, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Tony, I hope you can stay on my chessboard a little longer."

……

At the same time.

Wan Chai, Sai Kung Night Bar.

This is the headquarters of the Vietnamese gang. At this moment, the once noisy dance floor has been cleared out, leaving only cigarette butts and bottles scattered on the ground.

"Bang!!"

Brother Zha kicked over the coffee table, shattering the expensive liquor all over the floor.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" Like a furious lion, Brother Zha paced back and forth in the private room. "Who does that Ah Hua think he is? And that bastard called Fly! He dared to cut my men in front of me! And he even dared to make me eat shit?!"

"I'll eat his mother!!"

The third brother, Ah Hu, sat on the sofa, polishing a sharp military dagger, his eyes filled with bloodlust: "Big brother, just say the word, and I'll sneak into the hospital tonight and cut off that fly's tongue to have with my drinks."

"Don't be impulsive," Tony, who had been sitting in the corner smoking, spoke up. His face was gloomy, but his eyes were unusually calm, like a coiled venomous snake. "You could tell from that fight earlier that Ahua's men are quite capable. The hospital is definitely under tight security now; going there would be like walking into a trap."

Brother Zha was still unwilling to give up: "Then what do you suggest we do? Just swallow this insult? Who will take our Vietnamese gang seriously in the future? Right now, the other gangs in Wan Chai are probably laughing at us."

"Swallow? I, Tony, never suffer a loss." Tony stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked to a map of Hong Kong Island hanging on the wall.

His finger pressed heavily on the spot where "Mong Kok" was located.

"Brother, haven't you always wanted to expand into Yau Tsim Mong? Now that's settled, we have a reason to fight. Ah Wah has only recently taken office and his power base is not yet secure. Although his men are somewhat skilled, our brothers have all crawled out of piles of dead bodies on the battlefield. If it really comes down to a fight, they are no match for us."

"However..." Tony changed the subject, "War costs money, and right now all our money is tied up in that shipment. We can't get the goods out, so our cash flow is very tight."

"Then let's take it from those three bespectacled guys!" Brother Zha said matter-of-factly. "Aren't they our sugar daddies? We've done so much dirty work for them, what's wrong with asking for some military funds now?"

"Those three old foxes..." Tony narrowed his eyes, "They've become increasingly distrustful of us lately. Every time we ask for money, they make excuses. I just called them and asked for a million to ransom someone, and they actually told us to handle it ourselves."

"Damn it! You're kicking me while I'm down!" Scumbag Brother cursed.

"Heh," Tony's lips curled into a cruel smile, "Since they're so heartless, don't blame us for being ruthless too. Boss, tomorrow you go and 'invite' those three old guys out for tea. Tell them we need a 'settlement fee' to expand our territory."

"What if they don't give it to you?" Ah Hu asked.

"You won't give them any?" Tony wiped his glasses. "Then let them know that if you don't feed the wolves, they'll bite you to death."

……

Inside a secluded safe house in Wan Chai.

The lighting was dim, and the table was covered with takeout boxes and empty coffee cans.

"Smack."

A photograph was posted on the whiteboard. The photograph showed the three Tony brothers walking out of the Golden Phoenix Ice Room.

"Boss, that's the situation." Watson rubbed his temples wearily. "We almost went to war tonight. That Ah Hua is tougher than I thought, and his henchman Fly is a madman too. He just chopped off our... no, I mean their underling's fingers."

Sitting opposite him was Chief Inspector Wong (Kent Cheng), a portly man with shrewd eyes, and Ma Jun, who was munching on a hamburger.

"Hmph, dogs fighting, all mixed up," Inspector Wong sneered. "That Chiang Tin-sang isn't exactly a saint either. His anti-drug efforts in Yau Tsim Mong may have been good for public order, but his monopoly on the underworld order isn't necessarily a good thing."

"Boss, what do we do?" Ma Jun swallowed the last bite of his hamburger and asked vaguely, "Should we arrest those three brothers? I've had my eye on them for a long time."

"Arrest? What grounds are you going to arrest me with?" Inspector Huang rolled his eyes at him. "What evidence do you have?"

"Are we just going to watch them cause trouble?" Watson asked with some concern. "I know the three Tony brothers very well. If they really start fighting, a lot of innocent people will die."

"It's alright. With the Brothers from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau around, they won't dare to spread the fighting to the civilians. In fact, this is an opportunity," Inspector Wong stood up, a sly smile spreading across his chubby face. "These Vietnamese bastards may be arrogant, but they're incredibly meticulous. We haven't been able to find any dirt on them. But if they start a war with Hung Hing, they'll definitely slip up. As long as they use guns, as long as they kill people, even as long as they start large-scale drug trafficking..."

Inspector Huang slammed his fist on the table: "That's when we close the net!"

"Watson, you continue to lie low and keep a close eye on those three brothers, especially their sources of goods and their financiers."

"I will make arrangements with the Wan Chai Police Station. If the Hung Hing people retaliate, as long as it doesn't cause major trouble, they can... turn a blind eye."

"What we need to do is be the oriole unaware of the tigers. We'll come out and clean up the mess when these two tigers are both exhausted from fighting."

Ma Jun and Hua Sheng exchanged a glance and nodded: "Understood, boss."

Outside the window, the night grew even deeper.

Beneath the surface of this seemingly peaceful city, several forces are stirring up trouble.

Golden Harvest's ambitions, the Vietnamese gang's madness, the police's machinations...

All the clues point to the bustling yet chaotic Wan Chai. And a storm is about to sweep through this underworld.