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

February 18, 1982, 11 p.m.

The black Rolls-Royce Silver Spur cruised smoothly through the neon lights, but the temperature inside the car seemed to have dropped to freezing.

After listening to Tian Yangsheng's report, Lu Chen didn't show any emotion. He simply leaned back quietly in his chair, his long, slender fingers rhythmically tapping the leather armrest. But those who knew him well knew that Lu Chen was truly enraged.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death.

In this world, women and family are the bottom line that Lu Chen absolutely cannot cross. Since that reckless Crown Prince Hongtai dares to harbor such wicked thoughts, then the entire Hongtai dynasty has no reason to exist.

Lu Chen picked up the encrypted phone and dialed the first number.

"Hey, boss."

A steady voice came from the other end of the phone; it was Chen Jun.

"Tonight, no matter what happens in Kowloon, even if the sky falls, I don't want to hear police sirens."

Lu Chen's voice was chillingly calm, "Especially in Hongtai's territory."

Chen Jun paused for a moment, then immediately understood his boss's meaning: "I understand, but... it might be difficult to explain to the West Kowloon Police Chief, since if the commotion is too big..."

"One million," Lu Chen said calmly. "Someone will deliver the promissory note in a bit. Consider it an invitation to tea for that bureau chief. Tell him that tonight he'll not only be deaf, but also blind."

"Yes, boss, I guarantee I'll complete the mission." Chen Jun's reply was crisp and efficient.

After hanging up, Lu Chen dialed a second number.

"Xiao Fu".

"Boss, I'm here."

Lu Chen briefly explained what had happened: "...I don't want to see the sun shining on Chen Tailong's face tomorrow."

"Make it clean." Lu Chen's tone was as calm as if he were ordering a dish.

"No problem, boss," Xiao Fu's voice was tinged with excitement. "Perfect timing. Two of my old comrades just came from the mainland to join me today. They're both tough guys who've seen it all; we used to be in the same company. I was just looking for an opportunity to test them out."

"Oh?" Lu Chen raised an eyebrow. "What's your name?"

"The older brother's name is Wang Jianjun, and the younger brother's name is Wang Jianguo."

Upon hearing these two names, Lu Chen paused, his fingers tapping the armrest, a hint of unexpected surprise flashing in his eyes.

That's the top-tier assassin villain in "The Bodyguard from Zhongnanhai"! Especially Wang Jianjun, who wields a triangular military knife with unparalleled skill. He's a true special forces king, and his combat power is definitely no less than Tian Yangsheng's.

Unexpectedly, the butterfly effect brought these two big shots here.

"Very good." A cruel smile curled at the corner of Lu Chen's lips. "Tell them that as long as they handle things well tonight, they can be given a high-paying position at DOA or Jiahe Security."

"yes!"

Immediately afterwards, Lu Chen dialed a third number.

"Ahua".

"Boss!" came the voice of Ah Hua, the leader of Hero Hall, with the noisy sound of mahjong tiles in the background.

"Stop playing cards. Tell the brothers to sharpen their knives," Lu Chen said, looking at the street scene rushing past the window. "Wait for my message. After tonight, I will erase Hong Tai from this world."

Although he didn't know what a nobody like Hong Tai had done to upset Lu Chen, Ahua immediately replied, "Got it! Don't worry, boss, I've had my eye on those drug-selling bastards for a long time!"

Three phone calls laid out a tight net.

Both the legitimate and criminal worlds, assassins and thugs, are all in position.

……

New Territories, DOA's secret training base.

"Drink! Ha!"

On the training field, two strong figures were engaged in intense combat training.

One of them was tall with a sinister look in his eyes. He held a chilling Type 56 triangular bayonet in his hand, and his moves were ruthless, aimed straight for vital organs.

The other person, though a bit inexperienced, was equally swift in his movements.

"stop!"

Xiao Fu walked into the training field, holding a newly printed document in his hand.

"Old squad leader, Jianguo, stop training, we have a task."

Wang Jianjun sheathed his bayonet, wiped the sweat from his brow, and his eyes sharpened like knives: "Our boss's orders?"

"Yes, consider it an assessment task."

Xiao Fu handed Chen Tailong's photo and information to Wang Jianjun: "The target is Chen Tailong, the son of a gang leader. He just offended the boss. The boss said that if you handle this well, you two brothers will have a place in this glamorous world."

Wang Jianguo glanced at the slick-haired, powdered-faced gangster in the photo and, in his youthful arrogance, declared, "This kind of trash? He thinks he's worthy of our attention?"

"Don't be careless," Xiao Fu warned. "Intelligence indicates that he's in a bar called 'Night Paris' in Kowloon. That's one of Hong Tai's gangs, and they have quite a few thugs there."

"Thugs?" Wang Jianjun sneered, twirling his triangular military dagger between his fingers in a neat flourish. "Just a bunch of hooligans with watermelon knives."

"Jianguo, let's go! Do a great job and then deliver a small gift to the boss."

"Alright, bro!" Wang Jianguo licked his lips excitedly.

Watching the two men's excited backs, Xiao Fu helplessly picked up his car keys and followed behind, calling out, "I'll drive you there and cover for you outside."

……

Half an hour later.

Halfway up the mountain, at the Ligend Pavilion.

Lu Chen pushed open the door. The living room was dark, with only the bedroom emitting a warm, dim light.

"Honey……"

Qiu Di, wearing an oversized men's shirt and barefoot, ran out and threw herself into Lu Chen's arms. Her eyes were red, clearly from the fright she had just experienced.

"It's alright now."

Lu Chen put his arm around her slender waist and gently kissed her forehead. "I told you, no one in this world can bully you."

"Those bad people..."

"Someone has already taken care of it." Lu Chen's voice was gentle, but it carried a reassuringly domineering air. "Starting tonight, that man named Chen Tailong will no longer appear in your nightmares."

"Um……"

Qiu Di nodded, looked up at Lu Chen, her eyes filled with affection and love.

On this violent and dangerous night, the man before her was her only haven.

"Boss...should I go change my clothes?" Qiu Di asked softly, her face flushed, "That outfit...Ma Xiaoling's clothes."

Qiu Di had just been frightened and instinctively wanted to dilute it with something more stimulating.

Lu Chen looked at her long legs, which were faintly visible under her shirt, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Go ahead," he patted Qiu Di's pert buttocks, "Tonight, I'm going to check if your 'skills' have improved."

……

Portland Street, Kowloon, "Night Paris" bar.

This is Hung Tai's core territory, and also the most notorious den of iniquity in Kowloon.

The deafening disco music made my heart tremble. The dance floor was filled with wild dancing, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol, cheap perfume, and some kind of illegal powder.

Chen Tailong was currently in a VIP room on the second floor, indulging in a life of pleasure and debauchery.

Although he had made some threatening remarks on the radio, he was actually terrified. The two bodyguards were incredibly skilled, especially that last look in their eyes, which still made his wrist ache when he thought about it.

"Damn it! What bad luck!"

Chen Tailong picked up a glass of foreign liquor with his uninjured left hand and drank it all in one gulp.

Beside him, two scantily clad hostesses were carefully feeding him fruit, afraid of angering the young master who was in a bad mood.

"Young Master, don't be angry." A shifty-eyed henchman said loyally, "She's just an actress, right? Get a few more brothers to go and capture her for you to vent your anger."

"Shut up!" Chen Tailong roared irritably. "What do you know! Those bodyguards aren't that simple. That woman definitely has someone backing her!"

As the son of a gang leader, he had enough sense to back it up. He dared not touch Qiu Di again, but he had no intention of letting those two bodyguards get away with it.

"I won't give up until I get my revenge. I'll have my dad send more people..."

At the same time, two men wearing ordinary jackets but with cold eyes walked in on the first floor of the bar.

Wang Jianjun and Wang Jianguo.

Ignoring the noise on the dance floor, the two scanned the entire area with eyes like hawks.

"Brother, look, that one over there."

Wang Jianguo pointed to a blond-haired hoodlum in the corner who was picking up girls.

He was one of the underlings who had gone to cause trouble with Chen Tailong on Broadcast Drive before.

Wang Jianjun nodded, and the two walked over without making a sound.

The thug was a little tipsy and was about to go to the restroom. He had just entered the bathroom and hadn't even unzipped his pants yet.

"Bang!"

The bathroom door was locked from the inside.

A large hand suddenly pressed down on the back of his head, slamming his head hard against the marble countertop of the sink.

"ah!!"

The thug screamed as his nasal bone shattered instantly.

Before he could react, the man had already turned on the tap and forced his head into the water-filled pool.

"Gurgle..."

A strong feeling of suffocation came over him, and the thug struggled desperately, but the hand remained motionless like a hydraulic clamp.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds.

Just as he was about to suffocate, Wang Jianjun suddenly lifted his head.

Where is Chen Tailong?

His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Cough cough...who are you...I..." The thug tried to spout some more threats, but Wang Jianjun didn't have the patience for it.

"Splash!"

They were submerged in water again, this time for an even longer period.

When Wang Jianjun lifted him up again, the thug had already rolled his eyes.

"Second floor... VIP room 8..." the thug cried and begged, "Stop pressing... he's in there playing with women..."

Thanks.

Wang Jianjun said it casually.

"Click."

With a sharp crack, the thug's neck was snapped cleanly, and he slid limply to the ground.

"Walk."

Wang Jianjun wiped the water off his hands, as if he had just thrown away a bag of trash.

The two walked out of the restroom and headed straight for the stairs leading to the second floor.

Four thugs from Hongtai were standing at the top of the stairs. Seeing two unfamiliar faces about to go upstairs, they immediately stopped them: "Hey! This is the VIP area. Unauthorized personnel..."

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Wang Jianjun's triangular military dagger, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, instantly pierced the throats of two thugs.

At the same time, Wang Jianguo also pulled out a Black Star pistol equipped with a silencer.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The remaining two thugs were shot between the eyebrows and fell silently.

The whole process took less than two seconds, with the surrounding loud music drowning out all other sounds.

The two stepped over the corpse and arrived at VIP room 8 at the end of the corridor.

"Bang!"

Wang Jianguo kicked open the heavy door to the private room.

Inside the room, Chen Tailong was venting his anger by pinning a hostess to the sofa, her pants halfway down.

Hearing the loud noise, he was so frightened that he immediately cowered and turned around to curse angrily, "Who the hell...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw two pairs of eyes devoid of any warmth.

And that still-dripping triangular bayonet.

"Who...who are you?!"

Chen Tailong, terrified, pulled up his pants and shrank back. "Don't come any closer! My dad is Chen Mei! I have money! I'll give you whatever you want!"

The hostess screamed in fright and cowered in the corner, trembling.

Wang Jianjun didn't even glance at the woman, and walked straight towards Chen Tailong.

"Money? Save it for paper money."

"No! No!!" Chen Tailong screamed in despair, "I am Crown Prince Hongtai! You can't kill me!!"

"In your next life, remember to keep your eyes open and know who you shouldn't mess with."

"puff!"

A soft sound.

The bullet pierced Chen Tailong's forehead with perfect accuracy.

The arrogant Crown Prince Hongtai, who had been arrogant his whole life, stared wide-eyed, a cloud of blood spurted from the back of his head, and he fell straight backward.

Even in death, he couldn't understand how he had attracted such a killer simply by flirting with a female celebrity.

Wang Jianjun glanced at the trembling technician.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" the technician cried out.

"Get lost!" Wang Jianjun put away his gun; he couldn't be bothered to kill such a miserable person.

……

Half an hour later.

The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Lu Chen leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette. Qiu Di, like a docile kitten, lay on his chest, her face flushed, and fell into a deep sleep.

The pager by the bed vibrated.

Lu Chen picked it up and took a look.

The text above is just a short line:

The malignant tumor has been removed.

A satisfied smile curved Lu Chen's lips.

He put down the pager, gently kissed Qiu Di's smooth forehead, then got up, put on his bathrobe, and went to the balcony.

A cool night breeze dispelled the ambiance inside the room.

He looked at the flashing lights in the direction of Kowloon in the distance, his eyes becoming sharp as knives.

Chen Tailong is dead, but that's not enough.

Since we've started, we might as well go all the way.

Lu Chen picked up the phone and dialed Ahua's number.

"Ahua, the Crown Prince has already set off; now it's your turn."

"Tonight, I want all of Hongtai's venues to be raided!"