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

December 10, 1983, late at night.

Study room in Yau Yat Tsuen Villa, Kowloon Tong.

Lu Chen hung up the call with Chen Jun, lit another cigar, and looked out at the pitch-black night with a calmness like that of a chess player.

Since I've decided to get involved in the plot of "SPL: Sha Po Lang," I can't just kill a few people. I need to avenge Chen Jun, clear out the obstacles in Wan Chai, and incidentally establish the authority of the winery.

Lu Chen picked up another internal phone on the table and dialed a number he hadn't contacted in a long time.

"Hey, boss."

On the other end of the phone came a slightly nervous voice, sounding both excited and repressed. In the background, there were dull thuds, like someone hitting a sandbag or someone hitting a person.

Feng Yuxiu.

Since dealing with Tony from the Vietnamese gang, this martial arts fanatic has been temporarily hidden away by Lu Chenxue in the winery's training camp. Although he is provided with good food and drink every day, and has top-notch sparring partners like Tornado, for Feng Yuxiu, the lack of life-or-death battles is worse than being in prison.

"Fengzi, have you been feeling cooped up lately?" Lu Chen asked casually, exhaling a smoke ring.

"Yeah, boss, my fists are practically rusting," Feng Yuxiu's voice held a hint of longing. "Are you finally going to give me some work?"

"Hmm, there's a master swordsman who wields a short knife. He's fast and ruthless," Lu Chen briefly described his target. "He's said to be invincible in Wan Chai. I need you to take him down."

"That powerful?" The breathing on the other end of the phone instantly became heavy, the reaction of a bloodthirsty beast smelling its prey. "Good! Great! Boss, where is he? I'm going to kill him... or be killed by him!"

"Go to Wan Chai and find Ah Wah; he'll arrange your entry."

Lu Chen paused, his tone turning icy, "Remember, I want you to beat him to death in front of everyone, in a fair and square manner. Let everyone see what true power is!"

"Hehehe... Got it, boss!"

After hanging up the phone, Lu Chen sent another instruction to Ahua, the person in charge of the Heroes' Hall:

[Setting a net to swallow Wan Chai.]

……

Three days later, on January 13th.

Wan Chai, Lockhart Road.

Ever since the unpleasant end of the "New Year's Banquet" on New Year's Day, the air in Wan Chai has seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it's hard to breathe.

However, tonight, the long-awaited downpour finally came.

"BOOM—!!"

A bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, illuminating the neon signs of Lockhart Road. A torrential downpour washed over the brightly lit street.

Two groups of people are facing off at the entrance of the nightclub.

On the left, a group of three hundred men, all dressed in black suits and wearing the Heroes' Hall badge on their chests, dominated the street. Leading them was Ahua.

On the right are less than two hundred gangsters with tense expressions, holding watermelon knives.

"Ahua! What do you mean?! This is Brother Bao's territory! Are you trying to overstep your bounds, Hero Hall?!"

Wang Bao's leader pointed at the group of men in black in front of him and roared.

"Crossing the line?"

Ahua was dressed in a sharp suit, with hundreds of henchmen behind him wielding iron pipes and machetes, exuding an imposing aura.

"I'm here to clean house," Ahua said coldly. "Someone is selling heroin in my Hero Hall's territory. I've checked, and the source is your Baozi Pile. Wang Bao has broken the rules of the underworld, and this debt must be settled today."

"Bullshit! You can always find a pretext to frame someone!" The leader naturally refused to admit to such accusations, after all, he didn't want to take the blame.

"So there's no room for negotiation?"

Ah Wah waved his hand, "Brothers, let's get to work! Kick these drug-selling scum out of Wan Chai!"

"kill--!!"

Hundreds of Heroes Hall henchmen surged forward like a black tide.

At the same time.

Crown Nightclub, Wang Bao's headquarters.

"Brother Bao! Something terrible has happened! The people from the Heroes' Hall have gone mad!"

A henchman, his face covered in blood, stumbled into the private room, shouting, "They're raiding our place! Ah Hua brought two or three hundred men, they're hacking anyone they see, saying we broke the rules by selling drugs!"

"Damn it! No wonder the Hero Hall was so lax these past few days, selling drugs in their place and no one caught them. Turns out it was all on purpose!" Wang Bao smashed his wine glass, his face trembling with bulging muscles. "That Ah Hua, he always seemed so honest, but he's a vicious dog! We've been set up!"

"Call men back immediately! All the guys guarding the place! Come with me to Lockhart Road!"

Wang Bao picked up the phone to call for help, but the news that came through chilled him to the bone.

"Brother Bao...we can't get through!"

The phone rang with the sounds of sirens and a noisy argument. "We were stopped by the cops on Gloucester Road! The anti-triad unit set up a roadblock, saying they were checking for drunk driving and dangerous goods, and they impounded all our cars!"

"What drunk driving check? That's just that old fox Raymond taking sides!!"

Wang Bao was so angry he almost smashed the phone.

His kidnapping of Chan Kwok-chung's adopted daughter has thoroughly enraged the entire Wan Chai Police Station.

Although the police have no evidence to arrest him, they have plenty of ways to annoy him.

Commissioner Raymond personally ordered traffic control in Wan Chai tonight. Any suspicious vehicles or persons will be detained and questioned for 48 hours. More than 100 of Wang Bao's men were directly detained.

This is not just taking sides; it's pushing Wang Bao to his death.

"Damn it!!"

Wang Bao, his eyes red, looked at Aji beside him. "Aji! Take fifty of your best men and take the back road to Lockhart Road to hold it off! If you can hold it for half an hour, I can get some men from the Loyalty Pile!"

"no problem."

Ah Ji licked his lips, twirled the short knife in his hand, and his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light. "Just holding them off is no fun. Watch me kill them all."

……

Lockhart Road, the back alley of a nightclub.

This is a spacious parking lot, and it's pouring rain right now.

The Heroes' Hall's men had already surrounded the place, but no one dared to go forward.

There were already seven or eight corpses lying on the ground, each with their tendons severed, and blood mixed with rainwater flowing out.

Ah-Ji stood alone in the rain, his white trench coat soaked through, the short knife in his hand gleaming coldly under the streetlights. He was like a machine that reaped lives, instantly dismembering anyone who came near.

"Who else?!"

Ah Ji sneered, his sinister eyes sweeping over the surrounding crowd. "A bunch of trash, trying to mess with Brother Bao?"

The underlings of the Hero Hall looked at each other, intimidated by Ah Ji's imposing presence.

Just then.

The crowd slowly parted.

A man wearing a baseball cap, an old jacket, and walking with a limp came out.

He walked slowly, each step heavy, but with each step he took, the puddles on the ground rippled.

"Who are you?" Aji squinted his eyes.

The man didn't speak, but slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot, crazy, and excited eyes under his baseball cap.

"Hall of Heroes, Feng Yuxiu."

Feng Yuxiu's voice was hoarse and grating, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing together. "I heard your knife is very fast?"

"That's for killing people," Aji sneered.

"What a coincidence."

Feng Yuxiu grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and struck a strange starting stance. "My fists are also for killing."

"Let me see what you're capable of, and don't leave me wanting more!"

"court death!"

Aji was enraged by the way the other man looked at him like he was prey. He pushed off with his feet and shot out like an arrow.

A white shadow flashed, and the short sword, like a venomous snake striking, aimed straight for Feng Yuxiu's throat. This strike was incredibly fast; the sound of tearing silk could even be heard in the air.

however.

Feng Yuxiu did not back down.

Just as the blade was about to touch his skin, his shorter left leg suddenly exerted force, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his body shifting to one side in a strange manner.

Feng Yuxiu's right hand shot out like an iron clamp, precisely gripping Aji's wrist as he held the knife.

"Snap!"

That was the sound of bones grinding together.

Aji's expression changed; he felt as if his wrist was being clamped by hydraulic clamps. But he reacted extremely quickly, instantly drawing another spare dagger from behind his waist with his left hand and stabbing Feng Yuxiu in the abdomen.

"good!"

Feng Yuxiu laughed loudly, his eyes shining even brighter.

He released his grip, stepped back, and at the same time delivered a powerful "Iron Mountain Lean" strike, slamming it hard into Ah-Ji's chest.

"Bang!!"

The two exchanged a fierce blow.

Aji was knocked back three steps, feeling a tightness in his chest; Feng Yuxiu, however, merely swayed his shoulders, his expression becoming even more excited.

"That's interesting."

Aji abandoned his contempt. He held the knife in both hands, his body crouching low, like a praying mantis poised to pounce.

The next three minutes were the most thrilling three minutes on the entire street.

The henchmen around them tacitly stopped what they were doing, formed a circle, and held their breath to watch the duel between these two top masters.

The blades flashed and the fists whistled.

Aji's knife was as fast as lightning, each strike deadly, specifically targeting the eyes, throat, and major arteries. Feng Yuxiu's clothes had already been slashed more than a dozen times, his gray hoodie stained crimson with blood.

But Feng Yuxiu did not back down at all; on the contrary, he became more and more frenzied as the fight went on.

He used the most powerful Northern style of boxing, with wide and sweeping movements, but at crucial moments he would use extremely insidious and cunning techniques.

"Again!!"

Feng Yuxiu roared and, ignoring the knife that Aji was about to stab at his shoulder, forced his way in.

"Sizzle!"

The short knife grazed Feng Yuxiu's left shoulder.

At the same time, Feng Yuxiu's right hand gripped Aji's throat tightly.

"Gotcha."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Feng Yuxiu's mouth.

Aji's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to pull his knife back, but found that the other person's fingers were as hard as steel bars, deeply embedded in his trachea.

"Today, the victor has been determined..."

Feng Yuxiu suddenly exerted force with his fingers.

"Snap!!!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack.

Ah Ji's Adam's apple, along with his cervical vertebrae, was crushed.

"...and it's a matter of life and death."

He sealed the door and opened it.

The light in Aji's eyes quickly faded, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground. He clutched his throat, making a "hoho" sound, and his body slumped to the ground.

This once feared knife-wielding expert in Wan Chai died at the hands of a "cripple".

"happy!"

Feng Yuxiu put on his hood, didn't even glance at the corpse, and turned to disappear into the darkness.

"kill!!!"

Seeing this, Ahua raised his baseball bat and roared angrily.

The Hero Hall underlings, their morale soaring, surged like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelming the remaining terrified thugs of the Treasure Trove.

……

Crown Nightclub, top-floor office.

The shouts of battle outside grew closer and closer, until finally they subsided into silence.

Wang Bao sat in a large boss's chair, holding a silver revolver in his hand, with a half-empty bottle of Louis XIII in front of him.

He knew that the situation was hopeless.

But he was not convinced.

"Bang!"

The office door was pushed open.

Wang Bao suddenly raised his gun.

But there was no one at the door.

Only one tear gas canister rolled in.

"Cough cough cough!!"

White smoke billowed. Wang Bao choked, tears streaming down his face, his vision blurring.

Just then.

A dark figure wearing a gas mask and holding a shortened Remington M870 shotgun walked in from the smoke.

Chen Jun (Bourbon).

He was wearing a black tactical vest, and his eyes were as cold as if he were looking at a corpse.

"Ahem... Who are you? Chen Guozhong?"

Wang Bao fired a shot haphazardly, shattering the fish tank next to him.

"I'm the one who's sending you on your way."

Chen Jun's voice sounded particularly muffled as it was filtered through the mask.

He didn't waste any words, nor did he give Wang Bao any chance to retaliate.

"Bang!!"

Chen Jun pulled the trigger.

The enormous impact sent Wang Bao's bulky body flying, crashing heavily into the wall.

A huge, bloody hole appeared in Wang Bao's chest. His eyes widened, and he made a "hehe" sound, as if he wanted to say something.

"It's past midnight."

Chen Jun stepped forward and looked down at him.

"Now, this territory... is no longer under your control."

"Bang!!"

The second shot.

head shot.

The once-powerful warlord Wang Bao met his end.

……

The next day, July 14th.

Wan Chai Police Station Morgue.

The air was thick with the smell of formaldehyde, and the air conditioning was on full blast.

Ma Jun, wearing a leather jacket and with his hands in his pockets, was standing in front of two corpses, lost in thought.

One of the bodies belonged to Wang Bao. The cause of death was clear: close-range shotgun blast, resulting in instant death. The police report stated that he was "hit by a stray bullet during a gang shootout."

But Ma Jun was more concerned about another body.

Ah Ji.

"Sir Ma, the autopsy report is in," the forensic doctor handed over a document. "The deceased suffered multiple fractures throughout his body. The fatal injury was a severe blow to the throat, resulting in a comminuted fracture of the laryngeal cartilage, which led to asphyxiation."

Ma Jun lifted the white sheet and looked at Aji's completely collapsed throat and the strange bruises on his body.

His pupils contracted slightly.

This kind of injury... is all too familiar.

He had seen similar injuries a few months earlier when he was handling the body of Tony, a member of the Vietnamese gang.

"It's him again..."

Ma Jun muttered to himself.

"Who?" the officer next to him asked.

"That ghost."

Ma Jun recalled what a terrified thug had said when he was taking statements at the scene that day:

"He was a cripple...that killer was a cripple! He didn't use a knife, just his fists! He killed Ah-Jie in just a few punches! It was terrifying!"

A cripple.

He is highly skilled in martial arts.

They were ruthless.

And they always helped the police clear obstacles at crucial moments.

"winery……"

Ma Jun closed the autopsy report, his eyes becoming extremely complicated.

He knew that the investigation had reached its limit. Or rather, it couldn't be continued.

Wang Bao is dead, Ah Ji is dead, and Wan Chai is finally at peace. Chen Guozhong's great revenge has been achieved, though the methods were unorthodox, the result is good.

"Go back and write the report," Ma Jun said to the officer. "Ah Ji died in a gang fight, and the murderer... is at large."

Stepping out of the hangar, Ma Jun looked at the sunlight outside.

He had a vague feeling that a new set of rules was being established outside the city's laws.