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

Kai Tak Airport, January 1, 1983.

This narrow landing pad, located in the heart of the city and famous worldwide for its "Greenwich Turn," was now dominated by a deafening roar of engines. A private jet with an extremely understated paint scheme, but bearing the dark gold "Lu" logo on its tail, pierced through the clouds and landed smoothly on the runway.

Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back beside the private hangar. Today he wore an extremely thin, dark blue handmade suit, without a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, giving him a casual yet arrogant air in the rustling wind.

As the hatch slowly descended, a cool and tall figure appeared at the top of the gangway.

Ruan Wen wore a beige silk trench coat, her long hair slightly disheveled by the wind on the tarmac, yet it did nothing to conceal her aloof and elegant temperament, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley. Following closely behind was Coco, dressed in a blue schoolgirl uniform, her eyes warily scanning her surroundings, clutching a heavy bag tightly in her arms.

Upon seeing that familiar figure, Ruan Wen's usually cool eyes instantly welled up with tears. She quickened her pace and almost ran into Lu Chen's arms.

She gave him an elegant yet extremely warm hug.

"I haven't finished dealing with things in Japan yet, and you're already calling me back in such a hurry. Boss Lu, this is typical behavior of a 'tyrant'." Ruan Wen whispered in Lu Chen's ear, her breath carrying a hint of weariness and longing from her long journey.

Lu Chen casually put his arm around her slender waist, feeling the soft, warm touch of her body in his arms, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "Jiahe International can operate without anyone, but if my President Ruan is not here, some gifts cannot be received... Come on, let's get in the car and talk."

The Rolls-Royce convoy drove smoothly on the road to Kowloon.

Ruan Wen leaned on Lu Chen's shoulder, watching the neon lights rushing past the car window, and finally couldn't suppress her curiosity any longer: "What's all this secrecy about? You can't even say a word over the phone?"

Lu Chen did not answer directly, but instead took out two crystal glasses from the car's mini-fridge and poured half of a light red Romanée-Conti.

"Do you remember what I promised you when I won you over?" Lu Chen gently swirled his wine glass, his eyes as dark as an abyss.

Ruan Wenjiao's body trembled violently, her fingers gripping the wine glass turning white from the force: "You...you mean..."

Her thoughts, like a burst dam, instantly pulled her back to that blood-red rainy night.

Her father, the previous generation's "painter," the counterfeit money genius who walked the line between right and wrong, was shot and killed during a transaction with Russians after refusing the unreasonable demand from General Rohley of the Golden Triangle for counterfeit US dollar technology. They fired the shots under her father's desperate gaze, bringing an end to the counterfeit money legend of that era.

Although she later killed those Russians, she also learned that they were actually employed by Roli, and the revenge was not over.

From that day on, revenge became the sole theme of Nguyen Van's life.

After following Lu Chen, she took command of Takamagahara, wielding the power of life and death within the Japanese underworld, her strength now vastly different from before. Yet that cautious man, like a cold, venomous snake, lurked deep within the primeval rainforest of northern Thailand. There, not only were there thousands of mercenaries, but also the complex terrain of the jungle, making him a target even for Interpol.

Nguyen Van sent people to infiltrate the area countless times, but all their efforts were in vain.

"There's a great opportunity coming up," Lu Chen said, finishing his glass of red wine in a calm tone, as if discussing tomorrow's weather. "We'll go and deliver a bell to him."

Feeling the warmth of Lu Chen's broad hand, Ruan Wen asked in a trembling voice, "Are you coming with me?"

"Of course!" Lu Chen stroked Ruan Wen's face. "I will definitely keep my promise to you. Pack your things and come with me to Thailand in a couple of days with the Jiahe inspection team under the guise of an inspection. This time, I want that so-called 'general' to be completely ruined, he won't even have a chance to be reincarnated."

……

Three days later, at Mangsuvanab Airport in Thailand.

The arrival of Lu Chen and his delegation caused quite a stir in local bureaucratic circles. After all, the chairman of the renowned Hong Kong-based "Golden Harvest International" was personally leading a high-level delegation on an inspection tour, publicly stating that they were "investigating the Southeast Asian investment market." For the Mango authorities, who were desperately in need of foreign investment, this was practically a godsend.

"Mr. Lu, these are several officials from the Mangu Business Department. They have already made hotel arrangements..."

A subordinate of Jiahe ran over to report, but before he could finish speaking, Lu Chen waved him off.

"You can handle the preliminary matters. Just give me the final draft of the investment plan for Jiahe. I've come all this way to Thailand, so I'm going to take a good vacation first."

Lu Chen, with Ruan Wen and Ba Wanghua in his arms, looked like he just wanted to relax, and headed towards the prepared convoy. Behind them followed a sexy, sunglasses-wearing mature woman.

Ya Zi – currently the head of Interpol's Asia-Pacific operations.

The reason she was hidden on Lu Chen's travel list was actually for a transnational smuggling case codenamed "Nakajima" that she was investigating. The key witness, Mr. Ma Wenjian, happened to be in Mangu. To prevent an insider from leaking information, and for safety reasons, she hitched a ride with him.

"Chen, with your entourage, those greedy bureaucrats in Mangu are probably drooling over you." Ya Zi lowered her voice, a hint of helplessness showing in her beautiful eyes behind her glasses. "I have to meet with my local informant this afternoon, so I don't have time to go shopping with you guys."

"Go take care of your business, kid." Lu Chen smiled. "Remember, this is Mango, not your Wanchai headquarters. If you encounter any trouble you can't handle, remember to call my secret channel."

"Who do you think you are? Do you really need to help with something as trivial as picking up witnesses?" Ya Zi snorted coldly, turned around, and disappeared into the bustling street with his two bodyguards.

……

At dusk in Mango Valley, the sky took on an eerie purplish-red hue.

Lu Chen led Ruan Wen on a stroll along Mangu's famous commercial street. They resembled a wealthy socialite and a lavish businessman, going on a shopping spree at the Paragon. Ruan Wen kept changing the luxury goods bags in her hands, a display for the countless eyes that watched.

As night fell completely, the neon lights on the street became hazy and decadent.

An extremely discreet and modified black Toyota SUV quietly pulled up in the dark alley behind the hotel.

Tian Yangsheng pushed open the car door, and a cold glint flashed in his hawk-like eyes in the shadows.

"Boss, everything is ready."

Lu Chen pulled Ruan Wen into the back seat. The car quickly drove away from the brightly lit downtown area and sped towards an old pharmaceutical factory on the outskirts of Mangu City.

That was the "Brewing Company's" secret outpost in Thailand.

When the car door opened again, the surroundings were a desolate wilderness, with only the occasional mournful bird call coming from afar.

The pharmaceutical factory was completely hollowed out and transformed into a modern command center with a highly futuristic feel.

The moment I stepped inside, a mixture of gun oil, gunpowder smoke, and a highly tense, murderous aura hit me.

"BOSS!"

A series of low, synchronized shouts echoed through the empty hall.

Standing at the forefront were several codenames that struck fear into the hearts of the global underworld.

Xiao Zhuang, codenamed "Gin," was holding his iconic sniper rifle, his eyes as cold as ice; Xiao Fu, codenamed "Tequila," this usually honest and simple man now had two specially made Browning pistols tucked into his waistband, looking like a leopard ready to pounce; Feng Yuxiu, codenamed "Cohen," had a twisted face with an almost morbid fanaticism as he constantly rubbed the fine steel short blade in his hand.

Behind them stood a hundred scavengers, as solid as cast iron. These men were once elites of various special forces units, but now they obeyed only Lu Chen's will.

The two leaders were tiger-like in stature and had cold, hard faces.

"Wang Jianjun, commander of Squad One, the Cleaner!"

"Vice Commander, Wang Jianguo!"

These two brothers, who once displayed extreme combat prowess in "The Bodyguard from Zhongnanhai," have now been recruited by Lu Chen and become the sharpest cleaners in the "drinkhouse."

"Boss, all one hundred elite scavengers are in position," Wang Jianjun said in a booming voice. "All heavy equipment has been transported to the border through the distillery's channels. With just your order, that so-called 'lined-up' military camp will be reduced to ruins within half an hour."

Lu Chen took Ruan Wen's hand and slowly walked to the huge map.

That lush rainforest of northern Thailand hides some of the world's dirtiest bloodshed.

Lu Chen pointed to the red dot in the center of the map and turned to look at Ruan Wen.

"Let's go see that 'general'."