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

In the early morning in Kuala Lumpur, the air is filled with an unsettlingly sweet smell, a product of the mixture of the unique odor of decaying vegetation in the tropical rainforest and the exhaust fumes of modern metropolises.

Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite, looking down at the increasingly busy street below. Behind him, Ya Zi was adjusting the Glock pistol at her waist, her long, smooth hair falling over her shoulders, concealing the tension in her expression due to the upcoming battle.

"Ah Chen, are you sure the manpower can arrive the day after tomorrow?" Ya Zi looked up, a hint of expectation in his eyes. "Those assassins from the Nakajima Group are restless. I always feel that there are more people watching around the hotel where Ma Wenjian is staying than tourists."

Lu Chen turned around, smiled, and walked forward, naturally smoothing out the boy's slightly disheveled collar: "Don't worry, Jiahe Security's elite are already on their way and will be there on time the day after tomorrow. Mobilizing so many armed personnel into Malaysia will eventually require some time to go through 'special channels'."

Ya Zi leaned against Lu Chen's chest obediently and sighed softly: "I know I've put you in a difficult position, after all, this is not in the best interests of the business, but as a police officer, now that Ma Wenjian has become a tainted witness, I have to bring him and the evidence back to Hong Kong safely."

"Your business is my business," Lu Chen gently kissed her forehead, a doting smile playing on his lips. "Don't worry, my chief inspector. I'll give you a surprise the day after tomorrow."

Little did the boy know that the "surprise" Lu Chen spoke of was far more than just a few bodyguards.

Lu Chen knew very well that the day after tomorrow was not only the day Ma Wenjian would retrieve the account books, but also the day Guan Caiba planned to hijack the prison van—and the day he would close the net. In order not to make things difficult for this "Third Madam" who was bursting with a sense of justice, Lu Chen simply chose to keep it a secret.

Over the next 24 hours, Kuala Lumpur appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging beneath.

In another secluded business hotel, Chan Ka-kui is experiencing the most tense undercover period of his life. According to the original plot, his identity would be exposed due to the unexpected appearance of "Ah Mei," but thanks to Tin Yeung-sang's secret mediation, all the potential threats were eliminated in advance by Golden Harvest, allowing him to successfully go undercover.

Therefore, although Guan Caiba was naturally suspicious, at this critical juncture, he still chose to believe "Lin Fusheng," who was exceptionally skilled and had saved his life in the Golden Triangle.

Chen Jiaju sat amidst a pile of heavy weapons, his palms drenched in cold sweat. He watched Guan Caiba frantically plotting a prison break, his only solace being the cold pager in his pocket.

Meanwhile, in a car outside the hotel, Sang was quietly lying in wait with the Nakajima Group's assassination squad.

Sanna's dead fish eyes remained fixed on the window of Ma Wenjian's room. He was an extremely patient hunter, especially after his failure in Pattaya, which made him even more cautious.

"Brother Sang, those men in suits are keeping a tight watch, and there are also five thugs loitering around watching us. We can't get in," one of his men reported in a low voice.

Sang snorted and put the sniper rifle back into its case: "No need to rush. They'll have to go to the bank eventually. We'll send them on their way to Malayan Banking."

……

The third day arrived amidst everyone's anxiety.

Inside the Kuala Lumpur High Court, the judge's aged yet authoritative voice echoed in the courtroom: "...Cheng Siying, involved in transnational drug trafficking and money laundering... The evidence is conclusive, she is sentenced to death!"

With the crisp sound of the gavel falling, the entire courtroom fell into dead silence. A cold, ruthless smile appeared on Cheng Siying's pale face. She looked towards the gallery; although she didn't see Guan Caiba, she knew that man would definitely come.

Outside the courthouse, the sunlight was blinding.

Guanchai Ba sat in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, the cigarette in his hand burned down to the end. When he heard the word "death penalty" through his earpiece, the ferocity in his eyes instantly ignited the air in the entire truck.

"Let's do it."

These two simple words set the stage for a blood-soaked midday.

At this moment, a few hundred meters away in front of the headquarters of Malayan Banking Corporation, Ma Wenjian, surrounded by Five Fortune Stars and Jiahe Security, was getting out of the car shakily.

"Ugh, this Malaysian sun is really going to dry me out completely," Luo Han Guo said, wiping his sweat and glancing around warily. "Partridge Vegetable, do you think those assassins will really come?"

"Shut your mouth!" Partridge straightened her shirt, looking very nervous.

The moment Ma Wenjian stepped onto the bank's steps, a sudden change occurred.

"boom--!"

A loud explosion came from the direction of the courthouse. Guan Caiba's men immediately used two M72 LAW rocket launchers, and one shell accurately overturned the police escort vehicle transporting Cheng Siying.

Flames and thick smoke shot dozens of meters high in an instant, and pedestrians on the street screamed in terror and ran away.

"Hit the prison van!"

Two black jeeps, one after the other, like roaring beasts, rammed into the escort vehicle at the intersection. Guan Caiba's men jumped out of the vehicles, AK-47s at their henchmen, and began firing wildly at the guards.

Sitting in the back seat, Chen Jiaju watched the horrific scene unfold before him, like something out of a war movie, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that if he didn't act now, the casualties among the Malaysian police would be uncontrollable.

He abruptly pressed the red pager in his pocket, then pulled out his sidearm and fired at one of Guanchai Ba's men who was preparing to kill a prisoner.

"Fusheng! What are you doing?!" Baoqiang roared.

"My name is Chan Ka-kui! I'm a Hong Kong Island police officer!" Chan Ka-kui shouted, then rolled out of the car and reunited with Yang Jianhua.

Just as chaos erupted in front of the courthouse, Sang, who had been lying in ambush around the bank, also made his move.

Sang was startled by the distant explosion. He frowned and looked at the courthouse, which was engulfed in flames a few hundred meters away, and cursed inwardly: Damn, what a day this is! Have all the robbers in Malaysia planned to have a meeting together?

But he couldn't worry about that anymore; Ma Wenjian was already almost inside the gate.

"Open fire! Kill Ma Wenjian!"

At Sang's command, the assassins hidden in the fast food restaurant and phone booths all drew their weapons.

"Da da da!!"

A hail of bullets struck the bulletproof glass of the bank's main entrance, sending sparks flying.

"Protect the target and his wife!"

The Jiahe security captain, who was providing support, shouted, and more than a dozen men in suits quickly launched a counterattack, forming a dense barrage of MP5 submachine guns.

"Oh my god! They've really started fighting!"

Luo Han Guo was so startled that he sat down on the ground with a thud, spilling coconut juice all over himself.

"Stop yelling! Big Earth, throw your 'magic weapon' at him!" Rhino Hide was also trembling with fear, but he still bravely pulled Luo Han Guo behind the cover and then roared at Big Earth.

Da Shengdi, trembling, pulled several powerful tear gas grenades and flashbangs from his bag, and threw them out with his eyes closed, shouting, "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Behold my Heaven and Earth Thunderbolt Bomb!"

"Bang! Bang!"

White light flashed and smoke filled the streets instantly. Although Da Shengdi was unreliable, he was indeed quite skilled. The two smoke grenades actually became the best visual barrier, throwing Sang's assassination squad into chaos.

The two battlefields were less than 500 meters apart, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions mingled together, completely paralyzing the entire Kuala Lumpur financial district.

Just then, a piercing engine roar came from afar.

Three black SUVs, like black swords, charged straight into the battlefield.

The car door opened, and the three brothers, Tian Yangsheng, Tian Yangyong, and Tian Yangzhi, led a team of fully armed elite Jiahe security personnel, all wearing black tactical vests, out in single file. Their tactical maneuvers were extremely professional, and their rifles spat out precise fire.

"Ka-Kui, catch!"

Tian Yangsheng tossed a brand-new M16 into Chen Jiaju's hands with a swift, airborne motion.

"Brother Sheng! You've arrived just in time!" Chan Ka-kui was overjoyed.

Chen Jiaju and Yang Jianhua stood back to back, shouting at Guan Caiba's men, "Guan Caiba, you're surrounded! Surrender!"

"Surrender? Go to hell!" Guan Caiba picked up a light machine gun and started firing wildly in all directions.

Under Tian Yangsheng's deliberate guidance, Jiahe Security's firepower presented a situation of surrounding three sides while leaving one side undefended, constantly forcing the remnants of Guan Caiba's forces back towards the bank.

Meanwhile, Sang's squad was also being pushed back by Jiahe Security. Sang, along with his two remaining trusted men, fled in disarray behind a newsstand, where they ran right into Guan Caiba, who was retreating.

Two groups of ruthless bandits faced off amidst the chaos of battle, guns pointed at each other.

"Who are you?" Guanchaiba's face was covered in blood.

"Nakajima Group, Sang," Sang's eyes were icy, "Are you that drug-dealing madman from Hong Kong Island?"

"Hmph, looks like we've met our match today." Guan Caiba glanced at the Jiahe men in black who were closing in from behind, gritted his teeth, and said, "How about we cooperate? Charge out, and I'll pay you!"

"Deal!" Sang didn't hesitate. He knew that the enemy now was those professional "security teams." He hadn't expected them to be so powerful. Now he no longer hoped to kill Ma Wenjian; he only hoped to escape alive.

At this moment, Ya Zi also led the Five Lucky Stars out from the side door of the bank, and they ran into Chen Jiaju.

"You are... Ka-Kui?" Ya-Zi was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect to meet a junior from Hong Kong Island here.

"Sister Ya! Help!" Chen Jiaju cried out, dodging a barrage of bullets.

Ya Zi looked at Chen Jiaju, then at Tian Yangsheng, who moved with lightning speed not far away, and instantly understood something. She glanced deeply at the bodyguard beside her, who was diligently protecting her but dared not meet her gaze, her heart filled with complex emotions. However, she also understood that this was not the time to dwell on it.

"Jiaju, those guys are trying to break through together! We can't let them get away!" Ya Zi shouted, and with a precise shot, he wounded the arm of an assassin who was trying to approach Ma Wenjian.

At this point, the police and the criminals had regrouped, and their firepower intensified.

Ultimately, even with the two groups of ruthless bandits joining forces, they still appeared utterly powerless in the face of Tianyangsheng, a top-tier weapon of mass destruction.

"Ah Sheng, it's almost time."

Tian Yangsheng received instructions from Lu Chen through his headset.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a small gap suddenly appeared in the previously dense network of firepower at a very concealed angle.

"Cai Ba, this way!" Cheng Siying noticed immediately, shouted, and rushed over.

Sang, a professional assassin, had an extremely keen sense of danger. He noticed the gap and, without hesitation, threw out a smoke bomb, grabbed his two remaining confidants, and quickly disappeared into the intricate alleyways of the slums.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Cheng Siying rode onto an abandoned motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and sped off towards the dock.

"Siying! Wait for me!"

Just as Guan Caiba was about to follow, Tian Yangsheng's cold gun barrel was already locked onto him.

According to the calculations of Tian Yang Sheng, there is no need to leave Guan Cai Ba alive.

"Bang!"

A 5.56mm NATO standard round precisely pierced Guanchaiba's forehead.

This ruthless bandit kingpin, who dominated the Golden Triangle and struck fear into the hearts of countless people, still had a lingering desire for enormous wealth in his eyes, but his body fell heavily into a puddle of muddy water, splashing up a ring of dirty water.

"Guanchai Ba has been killed. Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

When the remaining bandits saw their leader dead, they all threw down their weapons and surrendered.

Chen Jiaju wiped the sweat from his face, looked at Guan Caiba's corpse, and let out a long sigh: "Finally... it's over."

Ma Wenjian also obtained the thick stack of ledgers and floppy disks inside the bank. The boy hugged them tightly to his chest and gave a complex smile as he looked towards the tall building in the distance.

She knew that the man must be watching from there.

With this, the Guanchaiba drug trafficking gang was brought to justice, the evidence of the Zhongdao Group's crimes was obtained, and everyone has a bright future.

Only the Malaysian police, who arrived later, were left helpless, facing the debris of luxury cars, rocket launcher remains, and the corpse of a drug lord scattered all over the ground.

……

Night fell over the port of Kuala Lumpur.

A waning moon hangs in the clouds.

With the help of her two remaining loyal henchmen, Cheng Siying stumbled her way to the designated secret dock.

"Where's the smuggler? Didn't they say the ship was right here?" Cheng Siying gasped for breath, staring at the pitch-black sea with a look of terror on her face.

"Ms. Cheng, stop looking. In Malaysia, without our boss's approval, not even a fly can get out of this sea."

A cold and mocking voice rang out from the darkness.

Two muffled thuds sounded, and Cheng Siying's last two henchmen collapsed into the mud without even uttering a sound.

Under the cool moonlight, Wang Jianjun, accompanied by several cleaners in black camouflage uniforms, slowly emerged from behind the shipping container.

He toyed with a gleaming military dagger in his hand, a cruel yet standard smile on his face: "Let me introduce myself, I'm Wang Jianjun, the captain of the cleaning crew at the distillery."

Cheng Siying collapsed to the ground in despair, looking at the man who resembled the Grim Reaper.

"Our boss is very interested in your Swiss bank account involving a billion US dollars," Wang Jianjun bent down, staring into her eyes, his tone chillingly gentle. "Ms. Cheng, you're a smart woman. Cooperate obediently, and maybe you can get a ticket to South America; if you don't... the fish in this sea will have a good meal tonight."

"...I understand." Cheng Siying looked at those expressionless faces and finally lowered her proud head.

Only then can it be considered a perfect ending.