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

Hong Kong Island, Kowloon.

Five black, bulletproof Mercedes-Benz cars sped along the overpass like a silent, steel serpent.

Inside the main vehicle, Lu Chen leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, toying with the gold-plated lighter in his hand, the flame flickering in the dimly lit cabin.

"Boss, confirmed," Tian Yangsheng put down his headset, a cold glint flashing in his lifeless eyes. "Besides the Toyota following behind, there's a pickup truck about two kilometers to the flank. They're probably a group of professional assassins."

The reason why Tian Yangsheng was able to grasp the other party's movements so accurately was not solely due to his beast-like intuition.

Furthermore, besides the five Mercedes-Benz vehicles in the visible convoy, there were two extremely ordinary private cars—a taxi and a delivery van—quietly scattered around the convoy.

This is Jiahe Security Group's "invisible protection" mechanism.

The two vehicles carried the intelligence team led by Tian Yangyi. Armed with high-powered binoculars and listening devices, they watched like ghosts from the shadows, observing any suspicious targets attempting to approach the boss.

"Can you find out who it is?" Lu Chen sat in the back seat, playing with a lighter in his hand, his expression not showing much emotion.

"It's unclear for now, but judging from their methods, they don't seem to be local. The information doesn't match in Fourth Brother's database either, so they must have come back from abroad."

"Interesting," Lu Chen said with a cold smile. "Looks like some bank is getting desperate and wants to renege on the agreement."

After all, this is a very worthwhile deal.

Hiring a top-tier assassin team would cost at most a few million pounds. But once Lu Chen is kidnapped by them, those assassins have a hundred ways to cancel the agreement, and could even turn around and accuse Lu Chen.

For capitalists, a 300% profit would inspire them to commit any crime, even risking the gallows. And now, they are faced with returns hundreds of times greater.

Is it Standard Chartered? Or DBS?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Since the other party wants to play dirty tricks, let's see who's dirtier.

"Tell everyone to stay still and maintain normal speed," Lu Chen instructed. "Also, notify Rum to activate the 'Wind Catcher' team. Since the guests like to follow, let them follow to their heart's content! But I need to know where they live, how many of them there are, and whether they prefer sweet or salty food."

"Yes."

……

Meanwhile, inside the Toyota car behind.

Bill chewed gum while holding the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes relaxed.

"Boss, the target has changed course," Guido said, looking at the map in his hand from the passenger seat. "That direction... is towards an industrial area in Kowloon."

"It seems this tycoon is not only rich, but also has many secrets."

Bill smiled, but then frowned.

Although he didn't realize he was being followed, his innate sixth sense kept warning him, a feeling similar to that of a serow being targeted by a pride of lions.

Bill trusted his intuition and valued his life.

"Stop following," he said decisively, tapping the brakes and turning the steering wheel onto a side road. "That's enough for today's reconnaissance. We already know his car model and the number of security personnel; there's no need to risk going deeper into his territory."

"They're leaving already? I didn't even get a good look at that handsome guy's face," complained Vivika, the copper-headed snake in the back seat.

"Shut up, Vivica," Bill said coldly. "This is Hong Kong Island, not some chaotic place like Southeast Asia. We need to strike decisively, not be dragged down with him."

The Toyota quickly disappeared into the intricate streets of Kowloon.

However, Bill was unaware that the moment he turned the corner, a seafood delivery truck that had been following him at a close distance also quietly changed lanes and followed him like a shadow.

……

Half an hour later, in Yau Ma Tei.

This is Kowloon's most chaotic yet busiest old neighborhood. Neon signs crisscross, mahjong parlors, saunas, and roadside stalls are crammed together, and the air is filled with the smells of curry fish balls and car exhaust.

Bill parked his car at the entrance of a secluded alley.

The five men got off the bus, changed into civilian clothes, dispersed and blended into the crowd, preparing to walk back to their temporary safe house in the old building.

To avoid attracting attention, they deliberately chose to settle in this kind of mixed-race place.

Several members of the "Windcatcher" team were scattered along both sides of the street, carefully taking turns to follow the suspects under the guise of buying cigarettes or reading newspapers.

Sudden.

The cotton-mouthed snake at the back of the group—Ishii Oren—suddenly stopped in its tracks.

The Japanese woman, dressed in a black kimono and with eyes as cold as knives, slowly turned her head, her gaze fixed on a private car a dozen meters behind her.

This Japanese-American female assassin grew up amidst gangland feuds and possesses an almost animalistic instinct for sensing what's going on.

Inside that vehicle sat a member of the "Windcatcher" team responsible for taking photos.

"We've been discovered?"

The team member was startled, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his palms. He hadn't expected this woman's intuition to be so sharp; she could catch even a fleeting moment of focused gaze.

Ishii Oren's hand slowly reached for the short sword at her waist.

Bill stopped and turned to look at Ishii: "What's wrong, Ishii?"

"It has a tail." Ishii's voice was icy.

At this critical moment.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard.

The private car that Ishii had been eyeing suddenly lurched forward and rear-ended a red taxi in front of it.

"Hey! Don't you have eyes?! You idiot!"

The car door swung open, and the "Windcatcher" team member rushed out like a road rage sufferer, pointing at the taxi driver and yelling, "Do you even know how to drive?! Suddenly braking like that, trying to get yourself killed?!"

"You bumped into me! Are you even being reasonable?!"

The taxi driver was not to be outdone, and the two immediately started fighting. A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered around, and the scene became extremely chaotic.

Ishii Oren frowned and loosened his grip on the knife.

"You're being too sensitive; it's just a normal traffic dispute."

Bill glanced at the chaotic crowd, gave a mocking laugh, and said, "The traffic on Hong Kong Island is absolutely terrible. Let's go, don't cause any trouble."

The group turned around and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the stairwell.

Among the crowd of onlookers, another "wind catcher," disguised as a passerby, quietly pressed the shutter of his miniature camera.

"Click, click."

Several clear photos of profiles and backs were captured on film.

……

8 PM.

Kowloon, Kwun Tong Industrial Area.

A building that looks like an abandoned warehouse on the outside, but is brightly lit inside.

This is the secret training base of the DOA Security Group, also known internally as the "Brewing Company" headquarters.

Lu Chen stood in front of the huge electronic screen, holding several freshly printed photos in his hand.

The photo is a bit blurry because it was taken candidly, but it's enough to make out the faces of the people in it.

A middle-aged man with long hair and holding a bamboo flute, a tall woman with blond hair and blue eyes, a Japanese woman in a kimono with a cold look in her eyes, a strong black woman, and a man wearing a cowboy hat.

"Oh……"

Looking at these photos, Lu Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As a seasoned film enthusiast, how could he not recognize these iconic figures?

Quentin Tarantino's pinnacle of violent aesthetics – the "DiVAS" assassination squad in Kill Bill.

"I didn't expect those capitalists to have such good taste, actually inviting this bunch of lunatics."

Lu Chen threw the photo on the table, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

This is a world-class assassin group. Each member is a ruthless killer, especially Black Mamba Guido and Ishii Oren; their combat strength should not be underestimated.

If it were an ordinary Hong Kong tycoon, or even a shipping magnate like the magnate, encountering this group would likely be extremely dangerous.

But a pity.

They encountered Lu Chen.

He is the man who commands the strongest fighting force in the entire "Hong Kong variety show universe".

"Heaven nourishes life," Lu Chen shouted.

"exist."

"Let the brothers retreat. Now that we know where they're hiding, let's not follow them anymore. These guys have a nose like dogs; if we keep following them, we might alert them."

Lu Chen turned around and looked at the empty training ground behind him.

"Pass the word down."

"Summon all core members of the 'Brewing Company'."

"Since they're here, let's use them as a sacrifice."

……

Half an hour later.

The warehouse door slowly opened.

One by one, figures emerged from the darkness.

Leading the group were the seven brothers of Tian Yangsheng. These seven ravenous wolves, who had crawled out of the flames of war, were now fully armed, dressed in black tactical uniforms specially made by Jiahe Security, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

Following closely behind are the distillery's spirits—Xiao Zhuang (Gin), Peng Yixing (Brandy), Li Fu (Tequila), Feng Yuxiu (Cohen), and Chen Jun (Bourbon).

At last.

A gust of wind swept fallen leaves into the warehouse, and a middle-aged man in a Tang suit, smoking a cigarette, walked in. He looked somewhat weathered, yet his aura was as steady as a mountain. His appearance caused all the unruly individuals present to bow slightly in greeting.

The guardian deity of the walled city—Tornado.

Looking at the star-studded lineup before him, which could be described as "Avengers," Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

"Everyone."

Lu Chen pointed to the photos of Bill and others on the big screen.

"These vipers from the West want to bite me in Hong Kong. Tonight, we only have one mission."

Lu Chen made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Pull their teeth, peel off their skin, and then..."

"Make these snakes into snake soup!"

"Operation codename: Slay the Serpent."