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

October 19, 1982, 12 p.m.

West Kowloon Serious Crimes Unit.

Exhausted, Chen Jiaju pushed open the office door and slammed his dusty and sweat-soaked jacket onto the back of his chair.

"Brother Jiaju, still haven't found him?" Mars carefully handed over a cup of coffee.

"Didn't find him! That bastard named Ahui seems to have vanished from the face of the earth!"

Chen Jiaju plopped down in a chair, scratching his hair in frustration. "The informant clearly said he was active around the Kwai Chung pier area, but we searched all the containers and didn't find a single thing! All we found were signs of habitation!"

In the past two days, Chen Jiaju and his task force have been working tirelessly. Relying on several informants they had previously cultivated, he finally managed to find a key name – Ah Fai, a middleman who specializes in dealing in gunpowder and detonators in Hong Kong.

However, when he led his team to the Kwai Chung pier, they found it deserted, with only broken locks and the lingering smell of blood. Ah Fai had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

That feeling made him so frustrated he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

"Oh shit!"

Frustrated, Chen Jiaju snapped the pencil in his hand in two. "I must have been a step too late! Where did that bastard go?"

"Could it be...someone from Jiahe's side?" Mars muttered quietly beside him.

"Impossible!" Although Chen Jiaju had his doubts, he was unwilling to admit it. "They're just a security company, how could they have such a fast intelligence network? Unless they can tell fortunes!"

Just then.

"Brother Ka-Kui! Brother Ka-Kui!!" Big Mouth rushed into the office, panting, his face looking like he'd seen a ghost. "Go check the door! It's amazing! It's truly amazing!"

"What the hell? The bomber turned himself in?" Chan Ka-kui asked irritably.

"It's not the bomber! It's Ah Hui! Ah Hui who deals in explosives!"

Big Mouth gestured excitedly, pointing to the name, "He's right there at the police station entrance! He's hugging the pillar of the guard post and crying! He insists on turning himself in, and we can't get rid of him!"

"What?!"

Chen Jiaju suddenly stood up, not even caring that the chair had fallen over, and rushed out of the office.

The main entrance of the police station.

A man with a bruised and swollen face, soaking wet, and eyes filled with extreme terror was clinging tightly to the leg of a uniformed police officer, crying his eyes out.

"Sir! Arrest me! Please, arrest me quickly! I'm guilty! I sold explosives! I sold guns! Let me into the detention center! I don't want to stay out there! There are ghosts out there!!"

It was Ahui, who had been missing for two days.

At this moment, he no longer possessed any of the arrogance of a bomb dealer. His mind had clearly collapsed, as if he had just crawled out of hell.

Chen Jiaju walked over and grabbed him by the collar: "Ah Hui?!"

"Ah!! Don't hit me! Don't pour water on me! I'll confess! I'll confess everything!" Ah Hui trembled with fear when he saw Chen Jiaju and instinctively protected his head.

Seeing that the guy had no obvious wounds, but was wincing in pain at the slightest touch, Chen Jiaju's eye twitched.

As a veteran detective, he certainly knew what kind of tactic this was.

"Who brought you here?" Chen Jiaju asked in a deep voice.

"They're a group of people in black suits... They're not human! They're devils! Waaah..." Ah Hui cried even harder.

Black suit.

The image of Tian Yangsheng, the man with sunglasses and a cold expression, instantly flashed into Chen Jiaju's mind.

"Damn it!"

Chen Jiaju slammed his fist on the door.

How could he not understand? This was all done by Tian Yangsheng and his gang! They had already arrested the people, interrogated them, and had their fun with them before throwing them to the police like trash to "close the case."

This is a blatant slap in the face!

"Take him in! Interrogate him!" Chen Jiaju roared, his face dark. "Although I don't want to accept their favor, since he's delivered himself to our doorstep, I'll get him to talk!"

……

at the same time.

Kwun Tong, Wai Yip Street, an abandoned textile factory.

The night was as dark as ink, and a cold wind howled. This was the edge of the industrial zone, a breeding ground for crime.

A black, bulletproof van sat quietly in the shadows.

Tian Yangsheng sat in the car, holding the address he had pried out of Ahui's mouth, his gaze coldly fixed on the seemingly abandoned factory in the distance, which actually harbored deadly dangers.

After two days of surveillance and confirmation of intelligence about the distillery, this was confirmed to be the lair of the "Polar Bear" gang.

"Big brother, it's all been confirmed."

The second brother, Tian Yangyi, put down the infrared binoculars and reported in a low voice, "There's a sentry at two o'clock, and a booby trap at the second-floor window. The heat source inside indicates there are six people. That mute guy is assembling a new bomb on the first floor."

Tian Yangsheng pushed up his sunglasses and pulled the bolt of his MP5 submachine gun: "Bao the shipping magnate wants him alive, so we can give the shareholders of Wharf Holdings an explanation."

"Let's start at exactly 2 o'clock."

Tian Yangsheng glanced at his watch, his tone as calm as if he were talking about going out for a late-night snack, "Everyone, switch to non-lethal ammunition. Remember, that mute guy is quick; don't let him touch the detonator."

"clear."

Two o'clock in the morning.

"action."

At a command, seven black figures dispersed like ghosts.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Before the two henchmen keeping watch on the outskirts could even see the figure clearly, they were struck in the neck by tranquilizer darts fitted with silencers and collapsed limply into the bushes.

Immediately afterwards, Tian Yangsheng led the assault team to the back door of the factory.

"Break down the door."

"boom!"

The iron gate was blasted open by a directional blast.

The Polar Bears, who were still inside drinking and playing cards, were startled by the loud noise and were about to grab the AK47 from the table.

"Clang! Clang!"

Several flashbang grenades rolled in.

"burst!"

The intense white light and deafening noise instantly robbed everyone of their sight and hearing.

"Ah! My eyes!!"

Amidst screams, a black torrent rushed in.

"Da da da! Da da da!"

A hail of rubber bullets rained down on the bandits, the sounds of bones cracking echoing throughout.

The polar bear clutched its leg, which had been severed by a bullet, and rolled on the ground in agony.

The most dangerous mute was trying to pull the fuse of the bomb on the table.

"court death."

Tian Yangsheng's eyes turned cold, and the tactical dagger in his hand flew out.

"Duh!"

The dagger pierced the mute man's palm with precision, pinning one of his hands firmly to the wooden table.

"Ugh—!!"

The mute man let out a muffled roar, his head covered in cold sweat from the pain.

In just thirty seconds.

The battle is over.

Not a single police officer was injured, and not a single hostage was frightened. That's the efficiency of the DOA.

"Clean up the scene."

Tian Yangsheng walked up to the still-smoking bomb, glanced at the complicated wiring, and directly pulled out the detonator.

"Pack up these guys, same old routine."

Tian Yangsheng took out his phone and dialed Lu Chen's number. "Boss, it's done. The polar bears have been caught... Yes, I'll send them to the police station and give the police another big gift."

……

3:30 a.m.

After dealing with the factory matters, Tian Yangsheng had his men escort the prisoner to the police station, while he drove a Porsche 911 alone towards Wan Chai.

Since following Lu Chen, the lives of the seven brothers have undergone a dramatic change. They no longer have to live in unfinished buildings and eat instant noodles like before. Lu Chen's salary and bonuses are extremely generous, and the group of them rented an entire building in a high-end apartment complex in Wan Chai, finally having a decent home.

When the car drove to a small park near Southorn Playground.

"Crackling and popping!"

A fierce fight and the clanging of iron bars came from deep within the park.

Tian Yangsheng originally didn't want to get involved. In his view, these street brawls happened every day, and there was no need to waste his time.

But just as he was about to step on the gas and leave, a familiar figure with a large nose flashed past under the streetlight, followed by a distinctive voice:

"Ouch! That hurts so much! You bunch of bastards!"

"Um?"

Tian Yangsheng stepped on the brakes.

He rolled down the car window and squinted at the view.

In the dimly lit park, twenty or thirty thugs wielding baseball bats and watermelon knives were seen attacking a man in plain clothes.

Although the man was agile, using the park's slides, swings, and benches to leap and jump, and occasionally even managing to counterattack and knock down one of them, he was ultimately outnumbered. He had already sustained several bruises, and blood was trickling from his mouth.

It was Chen Jiaju.

The leader, a seemingly refined scoundrel with gold-rimmed glasses and an infuriatingly arrogant look, was none other than Cao Charlie, the nephew and advisor of the notorious drug lord Zhu Tao.

Zhu Tao applied for medical parole due to a terminal illness, but after his release, he did not behave himself. Instead, he harbored deep hatred for Chen Jiaju, who had sent him to prison. So, taking advantage of Chen Jiaju being alone, he sent a group of his henchmen to retaliate.

"Beat them! Beat them to death!"

Standing on the perimeter, Charlie Cao, pushing up his glasses, shouted, "Break one of his legs, and the boss will give you a 100,000 yuan reward!"

"That unlucky guy..."

Tian Yangsheng parked his car on the side of the road, looked at Chen Jiaju being beaten, and shook his head.

In the past, he would have definitely floored the gas pedal, or even stopped to watch the show.

But after spending so much time with Lu Chen, watching these street thugs bully others, he actually felt a slight...displeasure? Or perhaps a kind of sympathy for his "opponents." Although he didn't like Chen Jiaju, he disliked these gangsters who only knew how to gang up on people even more.

"You're lucky you ran into me today because I'm in a good mood."

I turned off the engine and got out of the car.

He took off his suit jacket, tossed it into the car, unbuttoned his shirt collar, and cracked his neck.

in the park.

Chen Jiaju was almost at his limit. He had just kicked one of the thugs away when he was hit hard on the back, making him wince in pain.

"Damn it! Just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm some kind of Hello Kitty!"

Chan Ka-kui grabbed a trash can lid as a shield, ready to fight desperately.

Sudden.

A dark figure charged into the battle like a cheetah.

"Bang!"

A powerful flying knee struck the face of a thug who was about to sneak up on the back of Chen Jiaju's head.

The thug didn't even utter a sound before flying three meters away, unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, the dark figure landed, delivering a sweeping leg followed by an uppercut, effortlessly taking down both men.

"Who?!"

Charlie Cao was startled.

Chen Jiaju was also stunned, and then he saw who it was by the light of the street lamp.

It was that cold, arrogant Tian Yangsheng, whom he hated with a passion.

"you……"

"Shut up, look behind you."

Without turning his head, Tian Yangsheng elbowed one of his underlings who was rushing up at the chest.

Chen Jiaju instinctively ducked to dodge a sweeping iron rod, then threw his opponent away with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Thanks!

"Don't get me wrong, I was just passing by and I didn't like these trash."

Tian Yangsheng said coldly, showing no hesitation in taking action.

Compared to Chen Jiaju's fighting style, which utilizes terrain and is full of acrobatic elements, Tian Yangsheng's style is purely a killing technique.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Every time someone makes a move, someone will inevitably suffer a broken bone or fall to the ground.

Chen Jiaju was already a formidable opponent on his own, but now, with the addition of Tian Yangsheng, whose combat power is even more terrifying, the situation has become even more challenging.

The tide of battle turned in an instant.

"Ouch! My hand!"

"My god! Who is this person? He's amazing!"

The gangsters, who had been so aggressive just moments before, were now being beaten so badly that they were screaming and running away in terror.

"Run? Where to run?"

Chen Jiaju also lost his temper, grabbed a henchman who was trying to escape, kicked him in the butt, and sent him flying in front of Tian Yangsheng.

Tian Yangsheng then kicked the man into the flower bed.

Although the two had never worked together before, they were now cooperating perfectly.

Five minutes later, the ground was covered with a group of groaning gangsters.

Seeing that things were going badly, the remaining few people helped the wounded and fled in panic.

Only Cao Charlie, whose legs were too weak to run, was left, and the two of them blocked him at the bottom of the slide from the front and the back.

"No...don't hit my face..."

Charlie Cho, adjusting his glasses and trembling, said, "I'm a law-abiding citizen... I'm going to sue you for assault..."

"Law-abiding citizen?"

Chan Ka-kui was both amused and angry, and immediately slapped him across the face. "Assaulting a police officer and still obeying the law?!"

"I also hate those scoundrels who wear glasses and pretend to be refined."

Tian Yangsheng walked over and stomped on Cao Charlie's glasses, which had fallen to the ground, and smashed them.

"Oh no! My glasses!"

……

Ten minutes later.

Charlie Cao ran away with a bruised and swollen face, tumbling and crawling.

On a park bench.

Chen Jiaju and Tian Yangsheng sat side by side, both of them panting.

Chen Jiaju had a cut on his lip and a bruise around his eye. Tian Yangsheng's shirt was also torn, but he looked much more presentable than Chen Jiaju.

"hiss……"

Chen Jiaju rubbed his wound and turned to look at the cold-faced man next to him.

There was a long silence.

"Thanks," Chen Jiaju suddenly said, his tone sincere. "If it weren't for you just now, I'm afraid I would have had to stay in the hospital for half a month."

Tian Yangsheng glanced at him with some surprise. He had thought this prideful policeman would stick to his guns.

"It was just something I did on the spur of the moment."

Tian Yangsheng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tossed one to Chen Jiaju, and lit one for himself. "I can't stand these scumbags bullying the weak with their numbers."

"Regardless, I'll remember this favor."

Chen Jiaju lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "I used to think that you Jiahe Security were just a bunch of thugs who would do anything for money. But today it seems... you're not actually bad people, we just have different stances."

"You're alright too."

Tian Yangsheng exhaled a smoke ring and a rare smile appeared on his face. "He's a bit more capable than I imagined, at least better than those useless cops who just hide in the back."

The two men exchanged a glance. Although they were on different sides, a mutual respect between men spread through the smoke.

"Alright, I should go now."

After finishing his cigarette, Tian Yangsheng stood up, dusted off his pants, and said, "I'm going home to sleep."

"I have to go too, Ah May is still waiting for me at home." Chan Ka-kui also stood up and stretched his sore shoulders.

Before leaving, Chan Ka-kui suddenly said seriously, "Tian Yang-sheng, although you helped me tonight, and I consider you a friend, but..."

Chen Jiaju's eyes sharpened: "I will absolutely not let anyone get away with this bomb extortion case! I must catch that bomber myself!"

"You guys already sent Ah Hui here, this time I'm going to beat you with my own skills!"

Tian Yangsheng was taken aback when he saw Chen Jiaju's serious expression.

Immediately, a very strange expression appeared on his face, as if he was struggling to suppress a laugh.

"What? You don't believe me?" Chen Jiaju frowned.

"I believe you, of course I believe you," Tian Yangsheng finally couldn't help but smile, his lips curving into a wide arc. "But Chen Sir, you may not have a chance."

"What does that mean?" Chen Jiaju's heart skipped a beat.

"Just half an hour ago."

Tian Yangsheng opened the car door, turned around and looked at Chen Jiaju, who looked completely bewildered, and laughed, "The six men from Polar Bear's gang, along with the bomb, have been packed up by my brothers and delivered to the entrance of the West Kowloon Police Station."

"If you run back now, you might still be able to catch them when they give their statements."

"What?!" Chen Jiaju's eyes widened instantly, and he froze on the spot. "You...you guys again..."

"You're welcome, Inspector Chan. This is a Christmas gift from our boss to the police force."

"Hahaha!"

With a hearty and arrogant laugh, the Porsche 911 roared to life and disappeared into the distance as a red streak of light.

Chen Jiaju was left standing alone in the park in the cold wind, watching the taillights of the departing car, his lips twitching, and finally he looked up to the sky and roared:

"Tian Yangsheng! You bastard!!!"

Here we go again!