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

Pattaya, Thailand.

If the massacre in the rainforest of northern Thailand was the abyss of hell, then Pattaya at this moment is the most unrestrained paradise on earth.

The sun was so scorching it seemed to be baking every inch of exposed skin on the beach until it was oily. The azure sea surged with white waves, and the air was filled with the restless atmosphere unique to tourist destinations, a mixture of essential oils, barbecue spices, and alcohol.

A sleek tour bus, but with an engine that roared like a panting ox due to overloading, was swaying and wobbling along the coastal highway leading to the core scenic area.

In the last row of the bus sat five men with an extremely abstract style. They wore Hawaiian shirts that were so flashy they were dizzying, huge sunglasses, and folding fans in their hands, looking exactly like a "Hong Kong rich kid gang".

These five men are Superintendent Cao's secret weapons, and are also the "Five Lucky Stars" with an extremely famous and unreliable reputation in the underworld—Partridge Vegetable, Rhinoceros Hide, Rehmannia glutinosa, American Ginseng, and Monk Fruit.

Because of their extremely pleasant cooperation with Superintendent Cao during last year's diamond recovery operation codenamed "Good Fortune," they not only made a large sum of money as undercover agents but also got their names added to the police's informant list.

These individuals, who originally mingled in the streets, tasted the sweetness of "serving the police"—a guaranteed income regardless of circumstances, and even the ability to legally make extra money—and thus embarked on the "sunny road" of being employed by Officer Cao for a long time.

"Wow! Ginseng, look at that one to the left, the one in the red bikini! That figure is absolutely top-notch, at least a D cup!" Luo Han Guo was pressed against the car window, his chubby face squeezed into a comical pancake shape from the force of his movement, but his small eyes were fixed on the beach beauties passing by outside the window, his drool almost dripping onto his collar.

"Luo Han Guo, can't you be a little more dignified? What's a D-cup? Look at the one on the right, that wheat-colored one, that's real wild beauty! Those long legs, if they could wrap around my waist, I'd be willing to give up ten years of my life!" Hua Qican fiddled with what he considered his dashing hairstyle and blew kisses wildly at the female tourists outside the window.

"Tch, you two perverts, what do you know about style?" Da Shengdi, wearing an over-the-top floral shirt covered in coconut trees and holding a book titled "Teach You Telepathy in Five Minutes," said, "I'm using my self-created brainwave attraction technique. As long as I meditate for five minutes, these beautiful women will rush onto the bus and shake my hand."

"Ahem, you guys are practically staring into those girls' collars. Can you be a little more professional?"

Partridge wiped the sweat from her round face, trying her best to maintain the last shred of dignity of the "undercover team".

"Tch, Partridge, stop pretending to be so righteous," Rhino Skin pushed up his sunglasses, his eyes still fixed on the female tourists in shorts in the front row of the bus. "Our mission this time is 'vacation cover-up.' What's cover-up? It means acting convincingly. Look at me, with that lecherous, drooling look on my face, isn't I the most pathetic vacationer in all of Hong Kong? That's acting, understand?"

"Seriously," Luo Han Guo leaned closer and said mysteriously, "just who is this Ma Wenjian? Is he really worth Miss Ya Zi making a personal trip for, and having us lucky stars protect her?"

"Ma Wenjian, the chief accountant of the East Asian criminal organization 'Zhongdao Group'," Partridge lowered her voice, her tone becoming more serious, "This guy has been in charge of Zhongdao Group's money laundering accounts for nearly ten years. I heard that there's been internal strife within Zhongdao Group recently, and this old bastard, fearing he'll be silenced, has proactively contacted Interpol. He says he has evidence that could completely destroy the entire Zhongdao Group and wants to apply for tainted witness protection."

"Wow, isn't he just a walking gold mine?" Da Sheng's eyes lit up. "If we protect him well, won't Officer Cao give us a first-class merit medal and a huge bonus?"

"Putting aside the merits and demerits, if we lose it, we might have to go to Victoria Harbour to feed the fish." Partridge sighed and pointed to the luxury resort area that was already faintly visible outside the window.

"Officer Cao said the rendezvous point is on the beach in Pattaya. Miss Yako is already waiting there. Our job is to clear out any suspicious persons in the surrounding area and prevent the assassins from the Nakajima Group from getting close."

Just then, the bus braked suddenly and arrived at the station.

As soon as the car door opened, a wave of heat mixed with the salty smell of the sea rushed out.

As soon as the five lucky stars got off the bus, the "rationality" they had managed to muster was instantly swept away by the throngs of bikini-clad women on Pattaya Beach.

"Wow! That's hot!"

"Rhinoceros hide, look at that! It's from Sweden, right? It's at least 1.8 meters tall!"

"Ginseng, stop combing your hair! Look at that mixed-race girl, she's smiling at me!"

For a moment, the five old men were like wild dogs, fawning over the female tourists who had just gotten off the bus. Ginseng, employing his extremely shameless flirting techniques, managed to get close to a Japanese tour group and kept saying "Konikichiwa" in his broken Japanese.

Even more outrageous was Da Shengdi, who mysteriously pulled out several so-called "fortune-telling talismans" and started telling fortunes for people at the bus door, while his hand would always inadvertently brush against the wrists of the girls.

"You lot... you're a disgrace to the Five Lucky Stars!" Partridge was so angry that she jumped up and down, but she couldn't help but steal a few glances at the scantily clad tourists in the distance.

But he was still the leader after all. Seeing that time was almost up, he stomped his foot and kicked each of the men in the buttocks.

"Wake up, all of you! Business is important! If we waste Miss Yako's time, Mr. Lu can turn us into fish balls without the Nakajima Group even lifting a finger!"

Mentioning "Mr. Lu" was like a bucket of cold water being poured over their heads, instantly sobering them up considerably.

In Hong Kong, you might not know the Governor, but you absolutely cannot be unaware of Lu Chen of Golden Harvest International. That man is a powerful figure in the legitimate world, and an unfathomable godfather in the underworld.

As for Ya Zi, she is the third wife of the Lu family. If you ruin her plans, you'll really be in deep trouble.

"Oh, okay, okay, Partridge Vegetable, you're so unromantic." Ginseng reluctantly put away the small mirror. "Let's go now. Rhinoceros Hide and Big Earth, go keep watch at the ice cream stand on the left. Monk Fruit and I will lie in wait by the beach chairs on the right. What about you?"

"I'm going to meet Miss Yako at the central beach." Partridge straightened his shirt. Although his build made him look like a moving gas cylinder in a shirt, his expression became unusually resolute at this moment.

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The central beach of Pattaya, the sunniest spot.

Under a huge parasol, a clean white bath towel was laid out.

A woman lay quietly in the shade of a parasol. She wore a fiery red bikini with a tropical flair, casually covered by a pristine white silk veil. Her porcelain-like skin almost glowed in the sunlight, and her long legs were crossed, outlining a curve that would take any man's breath away.

Wearing oversized Chanel sunglasses and holding a half-filled mojito with a small parasol, she looked like a wealthy heiress enjoying a top-tier vacation.

"Miss Yako, it's been a long time! You've become more and more beautiful."

A round figure moved to the side of the parasol; it was Partridge, who was all smiles and constantly wiping away sweat.

Before he could even get close, he was stopped by several burly men who appeared to be joking around, but whose sharp, cleavage-like features were sharp enough to be deadly. These men were the elite members of Jiahe Security, the personal security detail that Lu Chen had left for the boy.

The boy gently pulled down his sunglasses, glanced at the partridge, and a half-smile appeared on his lips.

"Partridge Vegetable, you're ten minutes late. Were you enjoying watching the pretty girls on the roadside?"

Partridge chuckled awkwardly and scratched her head: "How could that be? This is just to match the identity of 'vacation tourists,' we're very professional."

"So professional that you don't even spare the female college students on the bus?" Ya Zi put down her wine glass and sat up. The sharp aura she had developed from years of holding a high position instantly spread out, causing the male tourists who were still peeking at her to subconsciously look away.

"Ahem, by the way, Miss Ya, has Ma Wenjian arrived yet?" Partridge Vegetable quickly changed the subject.

"Fifteen minutes left. Our code word is 'Durian from Thailand is not discounted,'" Ya Zi said in a low voice, pointing to several speedboats that were faintly visible on the distant sea. "But I have a feeling that the people from the Nakajima Group may have already arrived. This area of ​​Pattaya isn't just for tourists."

Before the words were finished, the peaceful music in the distance seemed to be drowned out by some kind of muffled roar.

"Partridge," Ya Zi put his sunglasses back on, his eyes fixed on the speedboat through the lenses, "tell your brothers that while it's fun, you know what will happen if Ma Wenjian gets into trouble."

"Understood!" Partridge's expression turned serious, and she suddenly grabbed a walkie-talkie from beside the beach chair. It was a special frequency that Superintendent Cao had specially provided for them.

"Attention all units! Attention all units! This is Partridge. The target is about to appear. Everyone stop flirting with girls! Repeat, stop flirting with girls! Ginseng, stop teaching those Japanese girls how to swim, keep an eye on the dock! Big Wild Land, pack up your fortune-telling stall and check those bamboo houses in the back for any ambushes!"

A few curses came through the earpiece, but clearly, these old hands also sensed the unusual chill in the air.

On the bustling and vibrant beach of Pattaya, a covert battle between the underworld and the police, like a surging undercurrent beneath the surface of the sea, is about to erupt completely.