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

Kowloon, Gun Club Hill IPSC Shooting Centre.

The air was thick with tension, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.

Hundreds of spectators held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two men in the center of the arena.

Peng Yixing and Miao Zhishun.

The highly anticipated shooting competition in Hong Kong has entered its most intense phase. In the previous regular rounds, the two shooters had miraculously tied at the same score. Whether it was shooting speed, accuracy, or tactical positioning, they were like another version of themselves, breathtakingly perfect.

"Overtime! Overtime!"

A roar of cheers erupted from the audience.

Lu Chen sat in a VIP box on the second floor, a glass of red wine in his hand, calmly watching the arena below, separated by bulletproof glass. Tian Yangsheng, still wearing sunglasses, stood behind him like a statue.

"Boss, that Miao Zhishun is also very strong," Tian Yangsheng commented in a low voice. "I didn't expect there to be such an expert in the police force."

"He is indeed strong, but he is ultimately a policeman, with too many shackles in his heart. And... I don't like his personality," Lu Chen gently swirled his wine glass, watching the crimson liquid cling to the glass. "In comparison, Peng Yixing is stronger. Moreover, there is a wild beast living inside him, and what he lacks now is simply a key to unlock the cage."

Lu Chen had just finished speaking.

A commotion suddenly broke out in the stands below the stadium.

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot shattered the order of the game.

"Ahhhhh!! Murder!!"

Screams erupted instantly, and the crowd scattered like ants in a pot that had been set on fire.

In the center of the chaos, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes brandished a competition pistol, screaming hysterically. He had deliberately been eliminated early in the competition, all for this...

"Don't move! All of you, don't fucking move! I'll kill anyone who moves!!"

He was Lao Yu, Miao Zhishun's colleague in the Major Crimes Unit. He was an avid stock trader, but his investment failed miserably, leaving him heavily in debt. Desperate, he bought himself a huge personal accident insurance policy, with his wife as the beneficiary.

In other words, he came here today seeking death.

"Miao Zhishun! Please, shoot! Shoot me dead!!"

Old Yu pointed his gun at the scattering crowd around him and charged like a madman toward the center of the arena.

Miao Zhishun and Peng Yixing, who were preparing for overtime, were both stunned by this sudden turn of events.

"Old Yu! Calm down! Put the gun down!" Miao Zhishun raised the competition pistol in his hand, but he hesitated. That was his brother. How could he bring himself to do it?

"You're not going to shoot, are you? If you don't shoot, I'll kill someone!!"

Old Yu went completely mad. His eyes searched everywhere, and suddenly he grabbed the woman closest to him—Peng Yixing's girlfriend, Colleen.

"Let her go!!" Peng Yixing, who had been watching coldly, suddenly unleashed a terrifying killing intent in his lifeless eyes.

"You're good enough, go ahead and shoot! Aren't you the King of Guns? Kill me!!" Old Yu grabbed Colleen's neck with his arm, pressing the muzzle of the gun firmly against her temple. Colleen was terrified, her face pale and tears streaming down her face.

The security guards and PTU police officers who arrived at the scene were all holding guns, but they were hesitant to make any rash moves for fear of causing serious injury.

Miao Zhishun's hands were trembling. He had received rigorous training and knew that he couldn't easily fire his gun when there were hostages. Moreover, he had feelings for Lao Yu and hoped to spare his life if possible.

But Peng Yixing is different.

The moment he saw his girlfriend being held hostage, the string of "reason" in his mind snapped.

His primal urge to kill, which he had suppressed for over twenty years, surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

In his world, all the crowds, noise, and light disappeared. Only the madman with red eyes remained, and the cold gun in his hand.

"Bang! Bang!"

No warnings, no hesitation.

Peng Yixing raised his hand and fired two shots.

The classic Double Tap.

The two bullets struck Old Yu almost simultaneously, piercing his forehead with pinpoint accuracy. Old Yu didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger before his body fell straight backward, his eyes wide open until his death.

Colleen screamed and broke free, throwing herself into Peng Yixing's arms.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by those two incredibly skillful and ruthless shots.

Peng Yixing held his trembling girlfriend, his face showing no fear or guilt.

On the contrary, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a strange and satisfied smile, the kind of pleasure a hunter feels when he sees his prey fall.

In a private room on the second floor.

His bodyguards had already escorted him to a completely safe location the moment the riot broke out.

After watching the broadcast, Lu Chen downed his glass of red wine in one gulp after Peng Yixing fired the shot, his smile even wider than Peng Yixing's.

"The cage is open."

……

Half an hour later, at the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

Peng Yixing was taken to the interrogation room.

Although he was trying to save someone, he still fired a shot in public, resulting in a death, so the proper procedures still need to be followed.

Miao Zhishun looked at Peng Yixing inside through the one-way glass.

At this moment, Peng Yixing sat quietly in the chair, his eyes no longer showing the emptiness and repression of the past, but instead a chilling calm and indifference.

"He's changed," Miao Zhishun murmured to himself, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.

Before the routine questioning could even begin, the interrogation room door was pushed open. A middle-aged lawyer in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, walked in, followed by high-ranking officers from the police station.

"Mr. Peng, I am Kelvin, the legal counsel for Jiahe Group," the lawyer said, adjusting his glasses with a commanding presence. "I have been entrusted by Mr. Lu Chen to handle your bail matters. Rest assured, given that there are hundreds of eyewitnesses at the scene who testified that the deceased was holding a gun and taking hostages, your actions fully meet the legal definitions of legitimate self-defense and emergency avoidance. The police will release you soon."

Just as the lawyer had predicted, with the help of Jiahe's powerful legal team, Peng Yixing walked out of the police station in less than an hour.

At the door, Colleen rushed up and hugged him tightly.

"Mr. Peng," Attorney Zhang stopped and took out a pure black business card with gold foil stamping from his pocket, handing it to Peng Yixing, "Mr. Lu specifically asked me to give this to you. Mr. Lu said that if you feel any psychological pressure, or if there's anything you can't figure out... you can call him anytime."

Peng Yixing took the business card, which only had a phone number on it.

The image of that young man at the shooting range that day, who could see right through his passion for firearms, and his bloodthirsty subordinate beside him, flashed through his mind.

He remained silent for a moment, then carefully tucked the business card into his inner pocket.

……

After dealing with Peng Yixing's matter, Lu Chen did not linger for long.

The Rolls-Royce passed through the undersea tunnel and arrived at the headquarters of Golden Harvest in Central.

The 20th floor houses the Garreau brand design center.

The air was filled with the unique scent of expensive dyes and fabrics; this was the forefront of fashion, a world apart from the bloody Gunfight Hill just moments before.

The huge design table was surrounded by Garreau's design team.

"Chairman Lu, these are the design drafts for our main products for next season. Please take a look."

The design director respectfully handed over a stack of design drawings.

Lu Chen took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and began to carefully review each document. He had a forward-thinking eye for fashion, and Garreau's current status was inseparable from Lu Chen's precise control over the issues.

Lu Chen rejected several designs before finally picking up one.

It was a beige trench coat with a clean cut and smooth lines. It looked simple, but the details on the collar and belt were very thoughtful, giving it both the competence of a working woman and a touch of femininity.

"Who designed this?" Lu Chen asked.

From the crowd, a tall, elegant, and aloof female designer stepped out.

"Chairman Lu, it's me." Laura's voice was a little nervous, but her eyes were full of confidence.

At the peak of her beauty, Guan Da Meiren truly possessed the allure to captivate anyone. Her large eyes seemed to speak volumes, her skin was as white as snow, and her figure was simply stunning.

"Very creative." Lu Chen pointed to the belt buckle on the design draft. "This double-ring buckle design is the finishing touch. Let's make this the main design for the next season and promote it with all our might."

Hearing Lu Chen's affirmation, Laura's face lit up with a bright smile, her big eyes filled with admiration and surprise.

"Thank you, Chairman Lu! I will definitely continue to work hard!"

……

Evening, Felix restaurant at The Peninsula Hotel, Tsim Sha Tsui.

To celebrate the finalization of the new season's designs, the Garreau design department held a celebration banquet here.

The lighting was dim, and glasses clinked.

"Chairman Lu, let me toast you!"

Laura, holding a glass of red wine, walked up to Lu Chen. She had specially changed into a black evening gown tonight, which perfectly accentuated her graceful figure, making her breathtakingly beautiful under the lights.

Her eyes were glazed over, and her body brushed against Lu Chen's arm, seemingly unintentionally.

Lu Chen accepted every drink offered, smiling as he downed one glass after another. He could easily see through the woman's intentions; how could he refuse such delicious food offered to him?

After several rounds of drinks...

Laura's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she was practically clinging to Lu Chen.

"Mr. Lu... I feel so dizzy... Could you please give me a ride?" She breathed softly into Lu Chen's ear, her voice so sweet it could melt your heart.

"it is good."

Lu Chen supported her slender waist, greeted the others, and then left the restaurant with Laura.

"Where do you live?" Lu Chen asked as they exited the hotel.

"Hmm... I don't remember..." Laura leaned against him, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers. "Mr. Lu... I'm so hot..."

Lu Chen smiled.

With acting skills like that, it's a shame she's not an actress.

"Since you don't remember, let's stay at a hotel."

Lu Chen didn't call a driver, but instead helped her turn around and walk back to the lobby of the Peninsula Hotel, where he booked the most luxurious sea-view suite at the front desk.

……

Inside the penthouse suite.

The thick carpet absorbed all footsteps. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour unfolded.

As soon as she entered the room, Laura, who had been "completely drunk," suddenly sobered up.

She shoved Lu Chen away, turned around and pinned him against the door, wrapping her arms around his neck. There was no trace of drunkenness in her big eyes, only a blazing fire.

"Lu Chen..." She no longer called him Chairman Lu, but addressed him by his name, her voice filled with longing, "From the first day I entered the company and saw you, I've had feelings for you..."

Before she could finish speaking, she had already taken the initiative to kiss him.

Passionate, unrestrained, and unreserved.

Lu Chen was somewhat surprised by her directness, but he quickly took the initiative. He turned the tables, picked her up, and carried her to the large bed in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

"Splash—"

The curtains were drawn, shutting out the myriad lights of Victoria Harbour outside the window.

In the room, only heavy breathing and the sound of clothes rubbing together could be heard.

This night is destined to be sleepless.