Hong Kong variety show: I, Big Guy, didn't cheat!

As soon as Ding Haokun left, Liang Kun's smile vanished. He picked up Jimmy's business card and made a phone call.

"Jimmy, it's me, Liang Kun. I heard you've got a good batch of goods?"

Jimmy on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Liang Kun would call him personally. "Yeah, Brother Kun, he's from Er Mao's place, absolutely top-notch, do you want to experience it?"

"Yeah, Fire Extinguisher's on his period lately, so we need someone to cover for him. What's the price? And let me warn you, I got your business card from Sha Qiang, so don't charge him more than you did, or I'll really lose it!"

"Of course not! You're the most powerful leader in Hung Hing right now, how could I dare lie to you? It's three thousand dollars a day for Sha Qiang, but for you, Kun, two thousand five is enough!"

"Okay, then send one over. As long as the person is fine, book three days immediately. By the way, are you interested in having them film a movie at my company? If the movie is a hit, their net worth will definitely increase significantly!"

"Oh? Since Brother Kun is interested, let's meet and talk. Shall I go to your company now?" Jimmy didn't refuse. He could earn money from the film and increase his value in the future, so why not!

"Okay, come on over, I'll be waiting for you at the film company!"

After hanging up the phone, Liang Kun's face was so dark it looked like it was about to burst. Damn it, Sha Qiang used to think 500 yuan a day was too expensive when he was looking for poultry, but now he doesn't care about 3,000 yuan a day. That matches the characteristics of the mole that Da Zhi Kun mentioned!

That bastard! I treated him like a confidant, and he actually dared to betray me. He's asking for death!

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone again. "Tin-Shou, come back to Hong Kong. I have something for you. I'm about to compete for the leadership of Hung Hing, and I need your help."

"Okay, Brother Kun, I'm coming right now!"

On the surface, Sha Qiang is Liang Kun's right-hand man, but in reality, Kuang Ren is the real leader. Tian Shou may be a nobody, but he is skilled in both literature and martial arts. When Sha Qiang first rose to power, he was just a nobody.

Ding Haokun left 500,000 yuan behind and invested the rest into the system. Instead of returning directly to Saigon, he drove to the Elite Center.

He Jinyin set up a tent in front of Gui Wangda's shop, but Gui Wangda took the money and went off to have some fun, showing no intention of returning to open the shop.

He walked into the elite center, inquired a little, and then came to the judo club, where he saw Ali preparing to practice.

Yesterday, he asked Liu Piaopiao about it and found out that the reason Ali was able to live in a public housing estate in Chai Wan and attend classes at the Elite Centre was because she was a plantation worker.

Not only does she not have to pay tuition to the elite center, but the elite center also uses her to attract male students to enroll and even pays her a salary.

"Ali, when does get out of class end? I'll buy you coffee!"

Ali was initially quite bored, and she wasn't interested in the people around her who were trying to curry favor with her. But when she heard a voice, looked up and saw Ding Haokun, a look of surprise and delight appeared on her face.

"Brother Kun, you're here! Wait for me a minute, I'll change my clothes and then we'll leave. This lousy judo class, let whoever wants to go take it!"

But Black Bear was annoyed. He raised his hand to stop Ali, glaring fiercely at Ding Haokun. "You dare to cause trouble at the Elite Center? Believe me, I'll cripple you!"

Ding Haokun shook his head dismissively. "I don't believe you. I gave you a chance yesterday, but you were useless. If you come again today, I will really beat you to death. It will be very cruel."

"If you're still not satisfied, I'll wait for you outside. I'll call your kendo, boxing, and taekwondo clubs, and I'll fight them all together, so as not to waste everyone's time!"

"You bastard, you're so arrogant!"

"Damn, you have no skills but dare to talk nonsense to me, that's what you call arrogant. I have skills and I'm willing to play with you trash, that's called having manners, you bastard!"

I'll only wait five minutes. If you're scared, then don't come. Our ancestors had so many good things; why do we have to learn this damn foreign stuff? We're out of our minds.

Actually, there are traditional martial arts that can be learned quickly. Bajiquan and Xingyiquan, as long as you are in good physical condition, can make you more effective than Taekwondo or Muay Thai in the same amount of time if you practice for a year or two.

As they walked out, Ali had already changed her clothes. He casually took Ali's hand, and she didn't object; in fact, she even blushed a little.

Ding Haokun chuckled to himself as he watched this scene. This little green tea is quite something; looks like I'll have a chance to eat meat tonight!

In less than three minutes, the four key figures of the Elite Center had gathered, and Director Chen also came out jogging along.

"Who are you? You're not welcome in our elite center. Get out of here right now, or I'll have the cops arrest you!"

"Heh, scared now? You so-called four main generals are just like the owners of four martial arts schools. I'm here to challenge you, so just say you're scared." Ding Haokun didn't even look up, playing with Ali's little hand. So smooth!

"You're asking for it! Believe me or not, I'll kick you to death!" the Taekwondo club member shouted angrily.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Ding Haokun finally looked up.

"What, are you scared?"

"No, that's not it. With a bunch of losers like you, I'm afraid one punch from you would be enough to send you to your graves. If you want to fight, you'll have to sign a waiver first. Otherwise, if you're crippled or die and I have to pay you, I'll be bankrupt!"

The people from the kendo club looked at Director Chen and said, "Director, could you please print out the disclaimer? Otherwise, I'm afraid he's trying to scam me, and if he cripples me, I'll have to pay him!"

Director Chen walked over to him and whispered, "Hey, don't do anything reckless. Look at his physique. Are you sure you can handle him? If not, don't force yourself. I'll call the police to take care of him!"

"Hmph, I don't care about saving face! I'll definitely beat him and get a disclaimer!"

The boxing and taekwondo club members nodded in agreement, and Director Chen could only nod as well, sending someone to fetch the waiver. Black Bear's expression was somewhat grim; he knew Ding Haokun's strength and felt intimidated.

While the four were signing the waiver, Black Bear was caught off guard. If he backed down, he wouldn't be able to stay in the Elite Center, or even in Hong Kong. Reluctantly, he signed and fingerprinted the document, ready to fight!

Ding Haokun took off his watch and handed it to Ali. "You four come together. I'm in a hurry; I need to take my girlfriend to the movies!"

A foreigner from the boxing club walked over and said, "You're asking for it. I'm going to use my fists to crack open your skull!"

"Hey, this is the result of 'no problem'!" Ding Haokun pointed at the foreigner. "Anyone who has been to school knows that the skull is harder than the hand bones. He actually tried to crack my skull with his fist. Isn't he crazy?"

Even though you teach boxing, you still need to have some education, otherwise you might mislead your students!

The foreigner was enraged, roared, and threw a punch. He was about 1.9 meters tall, roughly the same height as the foreigner. Ding Haokun threw a punch in return, meeting his punch head-on.

With a loud thud, their fists collided head-on, neither separating immediately. "It's broken!" Ding Haokun exclaimed.

Ali rushed over. "Brother Kun, are you alright? Are you in pain? I'll call an ambulance to take you to the hospital!"

"No need, it's just that his hand bone is broken. I thought he was so awesome, but he's just a piece of trash!" Just kidding. Kingpin is on a different level. What level is this foreigner on? If he hadn't held back, it would have just been his hand bone that was broken.

"Ah!" The foreigner screamed in agony, his face turning red as he staggered back several steps, his hand bones twisted beyond recognition!