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

February 15, 983, the third day of the first lunar month.

It's 11 p.m.

Wan Chai, Lockhart Road.

Lu Chen stood by the window, gently swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, overlooking the street filled with desire and sin.

"Boss, let's begin."

Ahua, who was behind him, answered a phone call and came over to report to his leader in a low voice, "The Number Gang has made their move. Three hundred men, led by the Bearded Yong from the 'Yi' group."

"Um."

Lu Chen simply responded with a faint sound, without even turning his head.

To him now, a gang conflict of this magnitude is like two ant colonies fighting.

He is the chairman of Golden Harvest Group, a media tycoon who controls the mouthpiece of Hong Kong's public opinion, and behind the scenes, the mastermind behind "The Winery," Asia's largest assassin organization. His opponents are Li Chengjia, the Iron Lady, and even Wall Street tycoons across the ocean.

A mere drug dealer named Longgen and an outdated phone number gang were hardly worth his attention.

"Um."

Lu Chen responded casually, taking a sip of red wine. "Then let the rain fall even harder. It'll wash away the dirt on the ground."

……

Wan Chai, a high-end sauna and bath center

Unlike the nonchalant attitude of those watching the drama unfold at the Hero Bar, Wan Chai was now in complete chaos.

As one of the most senior uncles in the Wo Luen Shing family, Lung Kan, despite his advanced age and lecherous and greedy nature, had always lived a comfortable life thanks to his seniority. Especially after taking over Wong Po's territory, he felt he had regained his former glory.

Inside a VIP room decorated in a pink and suggestive style.

Long Gen, who is over sixty years old, is shirtless and embracing two young technicians who have just returned from training in Thailand, with a lewd grin on his face.

"Oh dear, Uncle, you're so mean!"

"Hehe, although I'm getting old, this gun still needs some sharpening!"

As Long Gen swore, he reached for his belt. The number gang had been quiet for the past few days, which had made him completely let his guard down. He assumed that the gang was all bark and no bite and had already chickened out.

"Tonight, let your uncle teach you what it means to cry..."

"Bang!!!"

Just as Long Gen was about to take up his gun and go into battle, the door to the private room was kicked open.

The loud noise made Longgen tremble all over.

Long, who had finally managed to get aroused, suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, becoming as soft as could be.

"Holy shit! Who is it?!"

Enraged, Longgen grabbed an ashtray and was about to smash it.

However, it wasn't the police who rushed in, but his blood-covered leader, Guan Zaisan.

"Boss! Run!!" Guan Zisen cried out in terror, his clothes torn. "The Number Gang! The Number Gang is coming!!"

"What?!" Long Gen dropped the ashtray in his hand, hitting his toe, but he ignored the pain. "The Number Gang? Bearded Yong or that fat bastard Lian Haolong?"

"It's Bearded Yung! His entire gang is rife with 'Yi' characters! They're hacking people down indiscriminately!" Guan Zaisen cried, his face contorted with despair. "Our brothers outside can't hold them off at all! Several nightclubs have already been smashed, and now they're rushing this way, saying they want to use your head as a sacrifice!"

"I'll fucking swear!"

Longgen turned pale with fright, frantically pulling up his pants, even buckling his belt in the wrong hole. "Quick! Call everyone! Call all the brothers!"

"We called for backup! But there are too many of them, we can't fight them off!" Guan Zisen shouted. "Boss, let's call for help quickly! If we don't get help soon, we'll be beaten to a pulp!"

"Yes! Yes! Call for help!"

Longgen shakily rummaged through the pile of clothes and pulled out his old mobile phone.

At this critical moment, only two people flashed through his mind.

One is Big D, the most powerful and capable man in the Wo Luen Shing empire, and the other is Lok, a man of deep thoughts and extensive connections.

……

Tsuen Wan, Da D Luxury Residence.

"Ring ring—"

Big D, who was calculating last year's income with his wife, answered the phone with an impatient look on his face.

"Hey?! Who is it? Don't you know that 'Red Mouth' doesn't serve customers tonight?!"

"Big D! It's me! Lung Gen!" Lung Gen's pig-like screams came from the other end of the phone. "Come save me! Bearded Yung from the Number Gang has brought his men to raid my place! I can't hold on much longer! For the sake of fellow gang members, quickly bring your men to Wan Chai to help!!"

"Bearded Yong?"

When Big D heard there was a chance to get something for free, his eyes lit up instantly.

Although he looked down on Lung Kin, that old good-for-nothing, it would be a different story if he could take the opportunity to interfere in Wan Chai's territory.

"Alright! Hang in there, old man! I'll bring two hundred brothers over right away! Tonight I'll let the Number Gang know who the real powerhouse of Wo Shing Shing is!"

After hanging up the phone, Big D jumped up excitedly and put on his suit.

"Wife! Call the brothers! Tell Long Hair to get the car ready! We're going to Wan Chai to chop someone up!"

"Be careful!" Sister-in-law D warned.

"Don't worry! I've been wanting to meet that old bastard, Beard Yong, for a long time!"

Big D swaggered open the villa door.

however.

The moment he stepped onto the street, he froze.

Outside the villa, the road was densely packed with black cars and vans.

Under the headlights, hundreds of burly men in sportswear stood quietly, completely surrounding Big D's mansion.

At the very front, there was a folding table.

A fat man, as plump as Maitreya Buddha and dressed in a white suit, was sitting there, slowly eating a bowl of wonton noodles.

Beside his feet lay a steel pipe as thick as a wrist.

The person in charge of the "Loyalty" group in the number gang is Lian Haolong.

"Hey, Big D, where are you going so late?" Lian Haolong slurped up a mouthful of noodles, looked up, and smiled kindly. "It's an inauspicious night, not a good time to go out."

Big D's face turned ashen at the sight of the commotion.

He may be arrogant, but he's not stupid.

Lian Haolong brought at least three hundred people, and each of them was an elite.

"Lian Haolong? What do you mean?" Big D gritted his teeth. "Coming to Tsuen Wan to cause trouble? Do you think I, Big D, am easily intimidated?"

"There, where?"

Lian Haolong wiped his mouth and stood up. His fat body swayed with the movement, yet it gave off a sense of oppression like a mountain.

"I was just passing through and stopped by to see an old friend."

"My older brother, Beard Yung, is in Wan Chai tonight. We underlings have to keep watch for him." Lian Haolong walked up to Big D, smiling, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Brother D, give me some face. It's freezing cold, stay home with your wife tonight, watch TV, count your money, and don't go out in the wind."

"otherwise……"

The hundreds of people behind Lian Haolong stepped forward simultaneously and shouted in unison:

"drink!!"

The sound was as loud as thunder.

Big D clenched his fists so tightly that his nails were almost digging into his flesh.

"Good! Good for you, Lian Haolong!"

Big D took a deep breath and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Since Brother Long is in such high spirits, then I won't go out. But remember this, Lian Sheng and I will keep this score in mind."

"No problem, no problem." Lian Haolong sat down again, picked up his wonton noodles, and said, "Take care, Brother D. I won't see you off."

The road on this side of Big D is blocked.

……

On the other side, Longgen dialed Ah Le's number in despair.

"Ah Le! Help! That bastard Big D is cornered! Only you can save me now!"

"Uncle Longgen..."

On the other end of the phone, Ah Lok's voice remained gentle and steady, without the slightest hint of emotion. "You're in Wan Chai? I heard. But I'm a bit tied up right now."

"Can't you leave? What could be more important to you than your gang leader's life?!" Longgen roared.

"I'm having tea now," Ah Le said casually, "with an elder."

The Luk Yu Tea House in Tsim Sha Tsui had already been cleared out.

In the huge teahouse, only one table was occupied.

Ah Le sat upright, holding a teacup in his hand.

Opposite him sat an elderly man with gray hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Ni Kun, the head of the Number Gang.

"Ah Le, this pot of Pu'er tea is quite good; it's a 20-year-old aged tea."

Ni Kun poured Ah Le a cup of tea with elegant movements. "Young man, you need to be steady in your actions, just like this tea. If it's too hot, you can't drink it; if it's too cold, it has no flavor."

"Uncle Kun is right."

Ah Le accepted the teacup with both hands and said respectfully.

"What do you think about what happened tonight?" Ni Kun looked into Ah Le's eyes.

Ah Le put down the phone, a signature refined smile appearing on his face.

"Uncle Kun, that's a personal grudge between your Number Gang and Longgen."

"Longgen swallowed Wang Bao's territory and broke the rules. He has only himself to blame."

"Although Luen Shing and I are loyal, we don't help people who don't follow the rules."

Ah Le was a smart man. He had long been dissatisfied with Long Gen, who always took advantage of his seniority. Moreover, Long Gen's consistent support for Da D made him a thorn in his side.

By using the number gang to eliminate Long Gen, we can weaken Big D's power, gain favor with Ni Kun, and even get some territory afterward. Why not?

"Smart." Ni Kun nodded approvingly. "Ah Le, I have high hopes for you. I think you're the one who will be in charge of Wo Shing in the future."

"As long as you can enjoy your tea tonight, we can sit down and talk about those vacant plots in Wan Chai tomorrow."

"Thank you, Uncle Kun." Ah Le raised his teacup. "I'll toast Uncle Kun with tea instead of wine."

……

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Longgen was utterly desperate.

Big D is cornered, and Ah Le pretends to be dead.

His once arrogant uncle now resembled an abandoned orphan.

"boom--!!"

The main entrance to the bathhouse was violently rammed open by a van.

"Where is the dragon's root?!"

A loud shout rang out.

Bearded Yong, covered in blood and wielding a machete, looked like a god of war descending upon the land. Behind him stood hundreds of bloodthirsty thugs from the Yi group.

"Boss! Run out the back door!!"

Guan Zai Sen pulled Long Gen, whose legs were already weak with fear, and they scrambled and crawled towards the back alley.

That night, Wan Chai was stained with blood.

The once arrogant and greedy Long Gen not only relinquished all the territory that had been swallowed up by Wang Bao in just two hours, but also lost the two streets that he had managed for more than ten years.

The next morning.

When the police came to clean up the area, they only saw broken glass and bloodstains everywhere.

Although Longgen narrowly escaped with his life and hid in the countryside, his prestige as a big shot was completely destroyed that night.

And the Number Gang, through this thunderous battle, declared to the entire underworld:

Even though the lion is old, it can still eat people.