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

Inside Wah Sang's rented room in Wan Chai.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the flickering glow of the scarlet cigarette butt on Ahua's fingertip illuminating Watson's pale and taut face.

"Is it you... Ahua?"

Watson leaned against the wall, his right hand pressed tightly against the gun handle at his lower back, cold sweat trickling down his temples.

As a mid-level member of the Vietnamese gang, he knew this man all too well. Over the past month, the two sides had fought countless times in the streets and alleys. Just the night before last, he had personally witnessed Ahua leading his men to slaughter the Vietnamese gang.

At this moment, their mortal enemy was right in front of them, and the enemy was also carrying that god-like "airplane".

Watson's first thought was that the other party had come seeking revenge.

"take it easy."

Ahua noticed his fear, casually flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can full of instant noodle crumbs, stood up, and straightened his trench coat.

"I'm not here to kill you, otherwise you'd be dead by now."

"Then what are you doing here?" Watson didn't relax, his eyes still full of vigilance. "I don't welcome Hung Hing people here."

"I'm here to bring you wealth and honor." Ahua walked up to Watson, ignoring the wary look in his eyes, took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, and stuffed it into the pocket of Watson's cheap jacket.

"Let's not beat around the bush," Ahua whispered in Watson's ear, his voice low and menacing, "Should I call you Brother Watson... or should I call you, badge number P9331?"

boom!

These words struck Watson like a bolt from the blue.

His pupils contracted instantly to the size of needles, his heart skipped a beat, and the fear and murderous intent he felt in that instant were almost impossible to conceal.

How did he know?!

He infiltrated Vietnam for three years, three years of risking his life. Aside from Inspector Wong and Ma Jun, no one knew his true identity!

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Watson said, forcing himself to remain calm. "If you're just here to mess with me, then you can get lost now."

"Not bad acting, no wonder you could fool Tony," Ahua smiled, unconcerned. "Alright, stop pretending. The fact that I dared to come here means I've thoroughly investigated you. I not only know you're a police officer, but I also know your superior is Ma Jun from the Major Crimes Unit."

"I don't understand what you're saying." Even after being exposed to this extent, Watson still chose to play dumb. After all, who knows if he was carrying a recording device? Being an undercover agent means being extremely careful.

"Alright, let's talk about something you can understand," Ah Hua chuckled, pointing to Watson's pocket. "In there's some intelligence about the Tony brothers. You know better than I do that Tony's out of money. To recoup their investment, they're planning to take a risk. Tomorrow night at 2 AM, at the northern pier of Wan Chai, in Heung Shan Village. Tony will be making a deal with Wong Po of Tak Tak. Over ten million worth of goods will all be there."

Upon hearing this, Watson's expression changed drastically.

This news is explosive! If true, this is definitely the biggest drug case since the beginning of the year!

The news was brought to Jiang Tiansheng by the four-eyed man himself. After all, although the three Tony brothers, the leaders, were out of control, they still had their own informants within the Vietnamese gang, and these informants held high positions, so they naturally participated in this operation.

"Don't worry, you can have the information verified by Inspector Ma or Inspector Wong," Ah Wah patted Wah Sang on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "With this, you can solve major cases, get promoted and receive a raise, and you can end this damn undercover career and go back to being a cop. As for me, all I need is for the Vietnamese gang to disappear."

"..."

"I've finished talking. It seems you're not planning to keep me for tea. I'm leaving, no need to see me off." With that, Ahua waved his hand. Feiji, who had been standing guard in the shadows by the door, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and followed Ahua out of the room.

"Officer Watson, you only get one chance. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

The sound of Ahua's footsteps fading into the distance could be heard in the hallway.

Watson stood in the darkness, touching the scalding hot note in his pocket, motionless for a long time.

……

Half an hour later.

A safe house in Wan Chai.

"What did you say?! Ahua came to see you?! And he even revealed your identity?!" Ma Jun slammed his fist on the table, making the coffee cup jump. "No way! Hua Sheng, you have to come back immediately! What if Ahua tells the Vietnamese gang? Those bastards are heartless!"

The chief inspector sitting next to him also had a solemn expression, holding the slip of paper with the transaction time and place written on it in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"Boss, I also find it suspicious," Watson said, sitting in his chair with a cigarette between his fingers, his hand trembling slightly. "But I've thought about it carefully the whole way here. He knows so much about me; he's probably trying to use my identity for his own purposes. That means..."

"He wants to use someone else to do his dirty work," Chief Inspector Huang said in a deep voice.

"That's right, using one tiger to devour another," Watson took a deep breath, his eyes gradually hardening. "Although the Heroes' Guild has many members, they can't take down Tony and his three tough nut to crack. Watson wants to use the power of our police force to eliminate Tony and his gang... so I'm not in danger for the time being."

"Even so, are we police officers just going to let gangsters use us as pawns?" Ma Jun said unhappily.

"What's wrong with being used as a tool if it can catch thieves?" Watson retorted. "Officer Ma, how many years have we wasted on the Vietnamese gang? Those three bastards are as slippery as eels; we can't touch them without evidence. If this deal is real... then it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"With ten million worth of goods and Wang Bao present, this operation will wipe out more than half of the cancerous growths in Wan Chai!"

"But your safety..." Ma Jun was still worried.

"Fortune favors the bold!" Watson stubbed out his cigarette. "I'll continue to lie low. Tomorrow I'll sound out their intentions. Inspector Wong, you should also try to find out about Wang Bao's side through your channels. If both sides have verified it, then this intelligence is probably true."

"Boss, give the order!"

Chief Inspector Huang looked at his two trusted lieutenants and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he took a big bite of the hamburger in his hand, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Alright! The code name for this operation is: Wolf Hunt!"

"Ma Jun, gather all the elite members of the Major Crimes Unit, and have the PTU on standby. As soon as the intelligence is confirmed, infiltrate the docks immediately! Hua Sheng, you continue your covert operation. If anything seems amiss, retreat immediately. Survival is the top priority!"

"Yes, Sir!!"

……

the next day.

Yau Ma Tei, deep in a secluded industrial alley.

A heavy iron door slowly opened.

Surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black, Lu Chen entered the basement of the newly established "Jiahe Winery".

On the surface, this is a wine cellar, but in reality, it is a secret training base for the "winery" organization on Hong Kong Island.

Before even entering the core area, a series of dull sounds of flesh colliding and sharp whistling of wind could be heard.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Underground martial arts training ground.

The spotlight shone on the central arena.

The two figures crossed paths like lightning.

One of them was thin and had an unusual appearance, with legs of different lengths. His face wore an almost manic, obsessive expression. His moves were extremely vicious and ruthless; he would grapple, lock his throat, and gouge out eyes. Every attack was aimed at killing.

Martial arts fanatic Feng Yuxiu.

His opponent was a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit, wearing sunglasses, with gray hair but a vigorous spirit.

Tornado.

Faced with Feng Yuxiu's storm-like attacks, Tornado remained calm and composed. His footwork was agile and varied, and his hands, though seemingly casually waving, always managed to deflect Feng Yuxiu's deadly moves at the last second.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Feng Yuxiu unleashed three powerful kicks in quick succession, aiming straight for Tornado's head.

With a slight backward lean, Tornado drew a circle with one hand, using a gentle force to deflect the opponent's power. Then, with a turn of his body, he lunged forward like a whirlwind.

The seemingly light punch, however, carried a whistling sound and stopped three inches in front of Feng Yuxiu's throat.

The strong wind even made Feng Yuxiu's messy hair fly backward.

"Thank you for your concession."

He calmly pulled back his fist, straightened the cuffs of his Tang suit, and remained composed.

"Huff... huff..."

Feng Yuxiu was panting heavily, the red light in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a fervent admiration.

"That was exhilarating! That was amazing!" Feng Yuxiu clasped his hands in a salute, the bloodthirsty smile on his face disappearing, replaced by the excitement of learning. "Master Long, your internal martial arts are so powerful, I, Feng Yuxiu, am completely convinced! If that punch had landed, my throat would be shattered."

"Your kung fu is not bad either," Tornado said calmly, "but your aura is too violent. If you could control it, your level would be even higher."

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

A crisp round of applause came from below the ring.

Lu Chen, dressed in a fitted black suit, walked over with a smile.

"Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."

Lu Chen looked at the two people on the stage, his eyes filled with amazement.

Tornado, the former king of the Walled City, is now the martial arts instructor of the "Distillery". His illness has long since disappeared, his strength has returned to its peak, and he has even reached a higher level due to his relaxed mindset. Now, he is definitely one of the top martial arts masters in the world of Hong Kong variety shows.

As for Feng Yuxiu, this sharp blade driven mad by martial arts, he is now being honed to an ever-sharpening edge by the training he receives from various martial arts masters.

"Boss."

"Chenzai".

The two greeted Lu Chen upon seeing him.

"Xiao Feng, you must be feeling cooped up at the base lately, right?" Lu Chen flicked his cigarette ash and asked with a smile.

"A little," Feng Yuxiu clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking like popping beans. "Although it's great to spar with Master Long every day and fight with Xiao Fu and the others, my hands... always itch to draw blood."

Since joining the distillery, Lu Chen has kept his promise, not only treating his wife's stomach cancer with the best medicine—fortunately, it was discovered in its early stages and is now largely under control after surgery—but also providing him with the best living conditions and countless expert sparring partners. Feng Yuxiu is a grateful person and also a restless soul, but recently there hasn't been much work at the distillery, as it's all been taken over by that workaholic Xiao Fu.

"It's good that you're itching to get started," Lu Chen said with a smile. "Perfect timing, I have a task here that's perfect for you."

"What job?" Feng Yuxiu's eyes lit up instantly, and that chilling killing intent surged up again.

"Kill one person." Lu Chen exhaled a smoke ring. "That person's name is Tony, he's Vietnamese. He's an expert in Muay Thai and has extremely rich combat experience. My subordinate, Ahua, led more than a hundred people to surround him, but he broke through their defenses all by himself."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuxiu's eyes lit up.

It was even brighter than hearing that he would receive a bonus.

"A Muay Thai expert?" Feng Yuxiu licked his lips, the expression of a apex predator eyeing its prey. "Looks like a formidable opponent!"

"Yes, and he's a master killer, just like you." Lu Chen looked at Feng Yuxiu. "Tonight, he'll be at the pier in northern Wan Chai. Although the police have deployed officers, they might not be able to stop someone like him."

"I need you to come over," Lu Chen's voice turned icy. "If the police can't control the situation... then you'll have to kill him."

"……receive!"