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

One o'clock in the morning.

On a dark and windy night, the waves crashed against the rocks, making a monotonous and dull sound.

In the northern part of Wan Chai, there is a remote, undeveloped fishing village by the sea. Far from the bustling commercial district, there are no streetlights, only the occasional flashing navigation lights on the distant sea.

Several black cars with their engines off and a van sat silently like ghosts beside the abandoned makeshift dock.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, rustled the weeds on the shore.

Tony stood on the wooden pier, the sea breeze tousling his hair, but he remained motionless, his gaze deep and unwavering as he stared intently at the dark sea.

Behind him stood Ah Hu and Hua Sheng, along with more than twenty fully armed elite Vietnamese gang members.

Although everything seemed calm, Tony had a lingering unease. His right eyelid kept twitching; it was an instinct he'd honed in the underground boxing ring—his body would send out warning signals whenever danger approached.

"Don't worry, little brother," Scumbag noticed Tony's tension and said in a low voice, "This place is very remote, usually there's not even a ghost in sight. Besides, no one knows about tonight's deal except us."

"Better safe than sorry." Ni took a deep breath, suppressing his agitation. "Has the surrounding area been checked?"

"We deployed our men the day before yesterday," Ah Hu said confidently. "Within a two-kilometer radius, as soon as any cops or Hung Hing members approach, our sentries will immediately give a signal."

Tony nodded, feeling slightly relieved.

He glanced back at the truck. It contained all their inventory, including "Number Four" worth ten million.

This was his last bargaining chip.

For the past month, they've been relentlessly attacked by Ah Wah of Hung Hing, like a leech. Their cash flow has dried up, and morale among their men is low. The money from their investors hasn't arrived yet, and if they don't liquidate this batch of goods and recoup their investment, the Vietnamese gang will truly fall apart.

"Why hasn't Wang Bao arrived yet?" Tony glanced at his luminous watch, his brow furrowed.

"Don't worry, it's not time yet. That fat guy may be greedy, but he's still trustworthy when it comes to business," Brother Zha comforted him, but his leg was unconsciously shaking with anxiety.

Watson, who was standing to the side, had his palms covered in cold sweat.

He knew that at this very moment, in the dark grass, behind the abandoned fishing huts in the distance, countless dark gun barrels were pointed at them. Ma Jun and Inspector Huang had already laid a trap.

But he couldn't show the slightest panic, because Tony was like a vigilant wolf, and any abnormality would cause him to terminate the deal.

Another ten minutes passed.

On the distant sea, finally, a very faint sound of a motor could be heard.

Immediately afterwards, two headlights flashed on the dirt road leading to the dock.

"They're here!" Ah Hu's spirits lifted.

"Send the signal," Tony ordered coldly.

The driver immediately turned on the headlights and, as agreed, flashed them four times, three long and one short.

The oncoming convoy responded with two high beams.

Soon, three Land Rover SUVs pulled up at the dock. The doors opened, and a dozen burly men in floral shirts with menacing faces jumped out and quickly took up advantageous positions.

Finally, a middle-aged man with an extremely large build, slicked-back hair, and wearing a red suit came down.

Wang Bao.

Despite his enormous weight, he walks with an incredibly light gait, and his eyes reveal an air of domineering arrogance and shrewdness.

"Hahaha! Tony, bro!" Wang Bao laughed loudly, spreading his arms wide as he walked over. "You chose such a godforsaken place, it made me search all over the place!"

"Brother Bao," Tony didn't smile, after all, no one would be happy to sell at a low price, "it's always better to be careful, this batch of goods is too hot to handle."

"I understand, I understand," Wang Bao walked up to Tony, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his small eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat. "I heard you guys have been fighting quite a bit with Hung Hing lately? How's it going? Can you hold on? Need my help? We're all family in Wan Chai, I can't just stand by and watch you get bullied by outsiders!"

"No need to trouble Brother Bao," Tony said, pretending to be in complete control. "We can handle the household chores ourselves. Let's get back to business."

"Okay!" Wang Bao snapped his fingers. His henchmen immediately came up with a black briefcase and placed it heavily on the ground.

"Click."

The box was opened.

Neatly arranged, non-consecutive Hong Kong dollar bills exuded a captivating aroma of ink under the car headlights.

"Seven million, not a penny less."

Wang Bao, with a cigar dangling from his lips, said, "This batch of goods was indeed worth ten million, but you've been under close surveillance by the cops lately. I also have to take risks if I take your goods. Taking 30% from you isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Looking at the money, the gloom in Tony's eyes finally dissipated somewhat.

With this seven million, plus the three million that will arrive in two weeks, he has a total of ten million in funds. He could crush Ahua with money!

"Brother Bao is fair, I have no objections!" Tony waved his hand. "Ah Hu, take Brother Bao's men to inspect the goods."

Ah Hu nodded and led Wang Bao's two men toward the truck.

Everyone's attention was focused on the money and the goods; the air was thick with the smell of greed.

The moment the truck's rear door was opened, revealing packets of white powder...

"Don't move!! Police!!!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded in the deathly silent night.

Followed by.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three red signal flares soared into the sky, illuminating the entire dock as if it were daytime.

Countless powerful searchlights lit up from all directions, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

"Don't move!! Police!!"

Ma Jun's thunderous roar exploded through the night sky via loudspeaker.

"Listen up, you guys! You're surrounded! Lay down your weapons! Surrender immediately!!"

That shout was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan.

"What?!" Tony's expression changed drastically, and he immediately drew his pistol. "There's an ambush!!"

His henchmen panicked, raising their weapons and looking around in terror.

Those in their line of work fear nothing more than being caught red-handed. With such a large shipment, if they get caught, they'll never leave Stanley Prison for the rest of their lives!

"Damn it! Wang Bao! You sold me out?!" Ah Hu glared at Wang Bao.

"Screw you! I'm surrounded too!"

Wang Bao was also completely dumbfounded. Ah Hu didn't even use his brain to think about it. How could he be so stupid as to bring so much money to the police to deliver on their promise?

"Bang!"

It's unclear who fired the first shot.

The gunshot shattered the tension that had been building.

"Fight! Throw them out!!"

Tony's eyes turned red. He grabbed his most treasured AK47 and fired a burst of bullets at the searchlight.

"Da da da da da!!"

Flames spewed out, and bullets rained down like a storm.

"Stay hidden! Stay hidden!!"

Ma Jun roared and led his brothers from the Major Crimes Unit to take cover and fight back.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two sides exchanged fire instantly.

This was not an ordinary gunfight between police and criminals; it was an encounter battle.

Although the police were well-prepared and had a large number of officers, they did not expect the Vietnamese gang to bring AK47s!

For a time, the police offensive was thwarted, and in order to prevent further casualties, they could only slowly tighten the encirclement.

"Boom! Boom!"

Several tear gas canisters were thrown into the crowd, and smoke instantly filled the air.

The scene was chaotic.

"Damn it! We've been tricked!"

The moment the gun went off, Wang Bao displayed an agility completely disproportionate to his size. He kicked a Vietnamese henchman to the ground to use as a human shield, and rolled like a giant ball behind the Land Rover.

"Brother Bao! What about the goods?" his subordinate asked.

"Forget about the goods! Saving our lives is the priority!" Wang Bao glared at the police swarming the hillsides, his eyes filled with malice. "That bastard Tony actually attracted the cops! Let's get out of here! Get out of here now!"

Wang Bao was extremely cunning. He saw that the police's firepower had been drawn to the Vietnamese gang, so he abandoned the seven million in cash and took advantage of the chaos to kick one of the Vietnamese gang members in front of him.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The unfortunate underling was instantly riddled with bullets by the police.

Excuse me!

Using this human shield, Wang Bao, along with the agile Aji, like two chariots, forcefully broke through the police encirclement from the side.

"Wang Bao! I'll curse your ancestors!!"

Seeing Wang Bao using them as targets to draw fire, Tony was so angry he almost vomited blood.

But that's not the most desperate thing.

"Don't move! I'm a cop!!" Watson, who had been hiding behind the car, suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it at the back of Zha Ge's head.

"Watson?! You...you're an undercover agent?!" Brother Zha stared incredulously at his underling who had been with him for three years.

"Sorry, I'm a cop," Watson said, his eyes filled with complex emotions, but his hands remained steady. "Surrender, bro, you can't get away."

"Fuck you!!"

Brother Zha is also a desperate man; he suddenly turned around, ready to fight to the death.

"Bang!"

Watson pulled the trigger, and Zha Ge was shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground.

"Big brother!!"

Seeing his older brother get shot, Ah Hu completely lost his mind.

"Ah!! I'll kill you all!!"

Ah Hu threw away his gun, which was empty of bullets, grabbed his military knife, and charged into the crowd of police like a wounded wild beast.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted.

Ah Hu was shot more than a dozen times, blood gushing out, but with his fierce courage, he rushed to the riot shield, stabbed a PTU officer in the shoulder with his bayonet, and finally fell down unwillingly.

"Ah Hu! Big Brother!!"

Tony watched as one of his brothers was captured and the other died in battle, his eyes instantly bursting open with tears of blood.

It’s over.

It's all over.

But he cannot die here. As long as he lives, he has a chance for revenge!

Tony gritted his teeth and, taking advantage of the chaos created by Ah Hu's death, threw away the hot AK, rolled into a drainage ditch, and used his familiarity with the terrain to escape into the depths of the abandoned shipyard.

……

Half an hour later.

West Ring Road, a corner of an abandoned shipyard.

This is a dilapidated wooden house, drafty, dark and damp.

"Huff... huff..."

Tony, clutching his arm that had been grazed by a stray bullet, staggered inside.

He leaned against the dusty wooden plank, panting heavily, his heart pounding.

The gunfire outside had subsided, and sirens were approaching.

"Watson... Ah Hua... Wang Bao..." Tony's eyes burned with a deep-seated hatred. "If I, Tony, don't die tonight, I swear... I'll tear you all to pieces!"

He checked his equipment. He had lost his gun while running away, and now all he had was a dagger hidden in his boot.

But it's okay.

With his skills and the unique stealth techniques of the South Vietnamese, no one could stop him unless he was being held at gunpoint by several guns at the same time.

Once you pass through this wooden house, there's a complex shantytown behind it; once you disappear inside, no one will be able to find you.

Tony took a deep breath, regained his strength, and prepared to get up and leave.

Just then.

"Da, da, da."

A strange sound of footsteps suddenly came from the deepest shadow of the wooden house.

The voice was sometimes soft and sometimes loud, like that of a cripple.

But in this environment, it appears particularly eerie and terrifying.

Tony's hair stood on end instantly. He whirled around, gripped his dagger tightly, and stared intently at the darkness.

"Who?!"

In the darkness, the footsteps stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly hoarse voice, filled with nervous excitement, slowly rang out:

"I heard... you're a Muay Thai expert?"

"I heard... you single-handedly took down a hundred gangsters?"

A figure wearing a hoodie, thin and even somewhat hunched, slowly emerged from the shadows.

By the moonlight shining through the cracks in the wooden planks, Tony could see the face clearly.

It was a face that looked somewhat honest, but whose eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light like a wild beast.

Feng Yuxiu.

He tilted his head, looking at the disheveled Tony like a gourmet examining the finest ingredients.

Feng Yuxiu stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and revealed a chilling grin.

He slowly raised his hands, clasped them together, and made the oldest gesture of requesting battle in the martial arts world.

"Feng Yuxiu, a recluse from Foshan, has come to seek your guidance."

"Today..." Feng Yuxiu's voice suddenly rose, revealing a crazy killing intent.

"It not only determines who is superior, but also decides life and death!"