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

Night had begun to fall quietly over the sea, and the colorful neon lights illuminated the beach in a dreamlike way.

The music at an open-air bar called "Siam Moon" on the edge of the beach was deafening.

Ma Wenjian huddled behind a somewhat secluded round table, stiffly drinking his wine while warily scanning his surroundings. Cold sweat never dried on his forehead, even though a sexy, heavily made-up Thai beauty was snuggling against him and acting coquettishly.

"Oh dear, darling, why are you so nervous today? The sparkling water here is no good at all. Shall we go to a jewelry store?" The beautiful woman shook Ma Wenjian's arm and complained in a coquettish voice.

"What are you doing at the jewelry store! I'm staying here today, not going anywhere!" Ma Wenjian snapped irritably, his eyes darting around like a frightened bird. Although he was a genius at money laundering, he had no practical experience, so in this environment where he could lose his life at any moment, he was as cowardly as a quail.

At another table not far from him, Ya Zi was elegantly holding a cocktail, his sunglasses pushed up to his forehead, revealing a pair of striking and ever-vigilant eyes.

She had sensed something was wrong long ago.

In the shade of palm trees at the bar's entrance and to the side, six men in dark floral shirts, with cold eyes and their right hands always on their hips, were slowly closing in. They were probably the advance assassination team sent by the Nakajima Group, and they had clearly targeted the chief accountant who was "chasing after a woman."

Yako gently pressed the miniature communicator on his ear, his tone helpless: "Partridge, how much longer are you guys going to stay buried in this sand pile? The fish's taken the bait, let's get started. Remember, don't make too much noise; I don't want to have any international disputes recorded in the Manggu Police Department's files yet."

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At this moment, on the beach outside the bar, several "unidentified objects" were slowly moving towards the bar.

"Pfft!" Luo Han Guo poked his head out of a pile of sand, spat out two mouthfuls of sand, and looked aggrieved. "Why do I always have to do this kind of chore? I'm supposed to be the handsome man among our Five Lucky Stars, and now I look like an unearthed artifact!"

"Come on, what you call an unearthed artifact? You're just a potato!" Da Shengdi, crouching low and furtively holding a broken bell he'd picked up from who-knows-where, said, "Stop talking nonsense. Didn't you hear the officer's order? Those guys in the floral shirts are the targets. Watch me use my 'Soul Transfer Technique' to kill them!"

"Big Earth, save your breath. If your soul-shifting technique worked, we would have made a fortune in Japan last year." Rhino Hide pushed up his sunglasses, weighing two heavy iron ice buckets in his hands, but his eyes were fixed on the assassins.

Ginseng was the most flamboyant; to achieve perfect coverts, he dug a tunnel directly under the beach leading to the bar, but it collapsed halfway through. He was finally dug out by the others and was now hopping and skipping forward, complaining, "Ugh, this sand is rubbing so hard in my underwear! Partridge, how are we supposed to fight?"

Partridge Vegetable squatted at the front, his broad back like a sturdy tank in the darkness. He turned around, looking at his group of friends with extreme seriousness: "Listen up, Miss Ya is Mr. Lu's darling. If we mess this up, not only will Superintendent Cao dock our undercover pay, but Mr. Lu will also turn against us. So, whatever it takes, you'd better get it done quickly!"

Mentioning Mr. Lu sent chills down the spines of all five of them. They dared not fool around anymore and immediately became extremely alert.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the bar suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

The assassins in floral shirts had already moved to within three meters of Ma Wenjian's table. The leader's eyes flashed with malice, and he suddenly pulled his right hand behind his back, revealing a Glock equipped with a silencer, its blade contorted in a menacing manner.

"Darling, what is that person holding..." Ma Wenjian's girlfriend screamed.

At this critical moment.

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Demons and monsters, freeze in place!"

Suddenly, Da Shengdi flew out of the palm grove like a large moth, and smashed the broken bell in his hand onto the leader of the assassins' heads with a "clang".

Although the blow didn't knock the attacker unconscious, the intense pain and buzzing in his head did make the assassin dazed for a second.

"Who?!"

Before the assassin could turn around, a dark shadow crashed down like a mountain.

"Behold my invincible whirlwind!"

Using the momentum of its dive, Partridge's massive body landed squarely on the chest of another assassin. The unfortunate assassin didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled back as he was shoved into the sand, his ribs making a crisp cracking sound.

"Go!"

With a shriek, the rhinoceros-hide helmet sent two iron ice buckets hurtling towards them like meteorites. One assassin, who had just raised his gun, was slammed into the face by an ice bucket, his teeth and ice flying through the air under the lights.

"Hey! Take this pepper spray!"

Using his size advantage, Luo Han Guo approached, then pulled out two bottles of high-proof pepper spray from his pocket and sprayed them into the eyes of the remaining two assassins.

In an instant, the bar was filled with sneezing, screams, and curses.

"My eyes! Ah! Damn it!" The assassins rolled around on the ground, clutching their eyes.

Ginseng suddenly appeared like a ghost, holding two large ice blocks used to chill champagne. He then struck the backs of the blind assassins' heads twice with both hands.

"Ouch, this hurts my hand. This thing is much harder to use than a real brick..." Huaqishen said while blowing on his hands and fixing his hair.

In less than two minutes, the once menacing assassins from the Nakajima Group were now piled up on the bar floor like dead dogs.

Ma Wenjian and his screaming girlfriend had already crawled under the table, trembling like leaves.

Ya Zi gently put down the mojito in her hand, walked over gracefully in her high heels, and kicked Ma Wenjian's butt with her foot.

"Stop hiding, Mr. Ma. If it were up to your screaming girlfriend, you'd be meeting God by now."

Ma Wenjian cautiously poked his head out and saw the assassins scattered all over the ground and these strangely shaped "heroes." Although his eyes were full of suspicion, his survival instinct made him crawl out immediately.

"Sir! Sir, help! I can't stay here anymore! They know I'm in Mango, they know I'm in Pattaya! The Nakajima Group has informants all over Southeast Asia!" Ma Wenjian grabbed the girl's skirt, his face contorted with grief. "I need a safe house! I need top-level protection! Otherwise, I won't say a word!"

The girl frowned, subtly pulling out her skirt, and said coldly, "Ma Wenjian, you should know that right now, the only ones in the whole world who can save your life are us. I can arrange a top-level safe house for you, but... where are your things?"

Ma Wenjian looked around to make sure that only the Five Lucky Stars and their "own people" were nearby before taking out a uniquely shaped bronze key from the innermost pocket of his underwear.

The key handle is engraved with a complex letter abbreviation.

"This is the key to the private vault of Malayan Banking Corporation." Ma Wenjian lowered his voice, his tone revealing a resolute determination. "In recent years, Zhongdao Group has colluded with those international brokers to smuggle a large number of precious cultural relics from the mainland and Hong Kong. Their core financial ledger, and even the entire smuggling line, are all stored in this safe."

"Take me to Malaysia. Once I'm in Kuala Lumpur and my safety is confirmed, I'll not only give you the account books, but also the list of buyers for those artifacts!"

"Alright." Ya Zi turned around and shouted at Five Lucky Stars, who were rummaging through the assassins' pockets for US dollars, "Stop picking up the money! Everyone, stay alert! Partridge, prepare the speedboat, we're leaving the country tonight. We'll go straight to Malaysia and meet up with our support team there."

"Great! Going to Malaysia is a good idea. I heard they're developing their tourism industry there. Maybe a trip there will solve my life's most important problem!" Rhino Skin's eyes lit up when he heard about going to Malaysia.

Meanwhile, in another sea area not far from Pattaya.

"Boom!"

The roar of a massive helicopter rotor echoed through the night sky.

Inside the helicopter, Guan Caiba was resting with his eyes closed, his machete resting horizontally on his knees. Opposite him, Chen Jiaju and Yang Jianhua sat upright.

"Fusheng, you're the key player in rescuing my wife in Malaysia this time." Guanchai Ba suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at Chen Jiaju. "As long as we get my wife out of the Malaysian police jail, get that Swiss bank account, and the business in Southeast Asia, you'll get a share of the profits."

"Don't worry, Brother Ba. Your wife's affairs are my affairs, and I will do my best to help." Chen Jiaju forced out a simple yet ruthless smile.

In his mind, however, he was screaming: "Lin Raymond! Uncle Piao! What kind of lousy mission have you given me?! To kidnap someone from Malaysia? Or from a high-criminal prison?! This is going to kill me!"

Yang Jianhua subtly gave Chen Jiaju a look, signaling him to remain calm. At the same time, she also realized the seriousness of the situation; they both had the same thought.

"No, we have to find a way to contact the mainland police."

"No, we need to find a way to contact the Hong Kong Island police."