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

Everyone in this business is in it for the money. They didn't have the chance to clean up their act before, but now if they can make a big profit through gambling, they can focus on cleaning up their act later. Who wouldn't want that kind of opportunity?

They all nodded immediately, indicating that there was no problem.

Back at the Ding residence, Luo Tianhong was there, playing cards with the four girls in a hopeless manner, four against one, their faces covered with notes.

"Are you all free today?"

The four girls couldn't help but roll their eyes. "It's Sunday, a day off!"

"Okay, I forgot. I'll take you shopping later. Tianhong, is there something you need?"

"Yes, big brother, you're finally back! My wives are such a pain! It's four against one, and I'm always the one left out. It's impossible to play like this!"

"Alright, enough with the nonsense, let's get down to business. What's going on?"

"That's right, in Mong Kok and Yau Ma Tei, there are people secretly selling counterfeit goods. I've caught them several times."

"Who, one of our people?" The voice was cold.

"No, that's not it. Ever since Liang Kun was arrested, on the one hand, everyone has lost their channels, and on the other hand, no one wants to touch this stuff. It's a quick way to make money, but if you get caught, you can forget about getting out."

Ding Haokun couldn't help but narrow his eyes. "So, someone's selling cigarettes on our turf without permission?"

"Yes, but it's not certain which one yet. Also, Ai Lian from Hengzidui wants to meet you."

"Hmm?" The name Ailian made his eyes light up. He had been too busy lately and had forgotten about this woman.

"Keep an eye on the situation with the smuggling group, and keep a close eye on Tsim Sha Tsui as well. Don't rush into action. See if any of the Hung Hing members are condoning or cooperating with them. Deal with them after the match is over."

"Okay, brother, I'll make the arrangements."

"What's the situation with Ailian? Yaowen has my phone number, why doesn't he just call me?"

This time, Luo Tianhong was clever. "Brother, could it be that Ailian doesn't want Yaowen to know?"

"That's rare. You've actually been smart this time. Give me Ailian's phone number, I'll contact her. Also, the transfer of ownership for the Zhongxinyi building is almost complete. Have someone go and take a look."

"It would be best if the companies inside could move out immediately. If they can't move out in advance, we won't renew the lease. Our Haotian Group should also have a headquarters now, and I think the Zhongxinyi Building would be quite suitable."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away. Here's Sister Ailian's phone number!"

He took the slip of paper with the number on it, but instead of calling it immediately, he sent Luo Tianhong away and went upstairs. With a coquettish cry, he omitted a million words.

As dusk settled, Ding Haokun, dressed in a well-fitting suit, drove his G-Wagon to the Hung Hing bar in Mong Kok. The property belonged to them, but now they had to pay protection money to Hung Hing. It was truly ironic!

In the private room, Ailian saw him enter and quickly stood up, saying, "Brother Kun."

Ding Haokun's eyes darted around Ailian with unabashed sizing. Although she was already in her thirties, her wavy hair, well-maintained and charming face, and even more domineering figure than any actress in real life made her the perfect partner!

He sat casually on the sofa, lit a large mosquito coil, leaned back, and then spoke in a nonchalant tone, "Sister Ailian, I heard you wanted to see me. You're not here to avenge Huo Baoming, are you?"

Ailian sat down with a smile. "How dare I? You've already crushed Hengzidui. How could I, a woman, have such ability? You killed Ming Ge, but you didn't kill his henchman Zijian."

Yaowen became the supervisor, but he's still the same as before, barely managing anything and spending his days holed up in the fruit market shop. The gang is relying on me, a woman, to keep it going; it's so hard, I can't keep it going any further.

"So you want my help?"

"That's right. I talked to Yaowen, and he said that he was able to get to his position entirely because of your approval, Brother Kun. Otherwise, Hengzidui would have been overthrown long ago. Now that I'm in trouble, of course I need Brother Kun's help."

"Heh, I'm involved in a gang, not a charity. You're sitting so far away, how can I help you?"

"And now?" Ailian smiled and sat down, leaning against Ding Haokun's chest.

"I like to work with smart people. Since Yaowen has lost his ambition, I think you are capable of being the second-in-command of the Hengzi Group. You can also make the decisions about the club in the future."

"Now, among the Hengzi group, besides that damned Zijian, the only ones causing you trouble are probably those uncles from the gangs, right?"

"Yes, these old folks, all of them so old, still want more benefits, it's so annoying!"

"Since they're unwilling to give up, let's eliminate them. You provide the information, I'll provide the manpower, and then I'll send a hundred thugs to help you keep things under control. If that's still not enough, I can even send my brothers over to help you, how about that?"

"Great, thank you so much, Brother Kun! I'm extremely satisfied."

Ding Haokun used his large fingers to lift Ailian's chin. "But I'm not satisfied yet. Sister Ailian, you should be able to satisfy me, right?"

Before she could answer, he immediately lowered his head, and seductive sounds came from the private room, omitting 700,000 words.

Ailian is the most gifted person among them, even Mona can't compare to her. Luckily, I have a cheat code, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to handle her!

Two days later, Zijian emerged from the bar with a dozen or so henchmen, completely drunk. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a torrential downpour.

"Damn it, what are you looking at? Hurry up and drive the car over here! Can't you see how heavy the rain is?"

Just as he turned to go back to the bar to take shelter from the rain, a person dressed in white, wearing a Pikachu mask, and wielding two short knives, rushed towards him at high speed.

"Damn it, he thinks he can kill me by himself? All of you, get him!"

The henchman drew his weapon from his lower back and was about to attack when the white-clad man's blade flashed. Several henchmen had their throats slit open, blood gushing out as they collapsed to the ground.

The idea was tricky. Zijian, who had been drunk and confused, suddenly sobered up and pushed his underlings forward, shouting, "Kill him! I'll give him 100,000 yuan!" At the same time, he kept retreating, trying to run away.

But the dwarf mule wasn't stupid; he knew that Zijian was the target, so he immediately ran off to either side, leaving Zijian completely unattended.

The bar's doors were right in front of them, and Zijian's hands were on the handles, a smile playing on his lips.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Looking down, he saw a dagger piercing his heart, the tip protruding. He slowly turned his head, and another dagger flew towards him, embedding itself in his head, leaving him dead with his eyes wide open.

The man in white slowly walked over, drew his short knife, wiped it on the man's body, and then turned and disappeared into the rain.

Meanwhile, the uncles of Hengzi Village were also approached by people wearing Pokémon masks. They were ruthless and took all the money after killing the people.

If family members happen to be around, then I'm sorry, but they'll still be killed, and the whole family will definitely die!

The next day, at the bottom of Hengzidui, Yaowen, holding a mosquito coil in his hand and rubbing his temples, looked at the radiant Ailian with a complex expression. "Did you contact Big Kun?"

"Yeah, otherwise why would I come to you? I suspect someone used super glue to stick you to the fruit market. You dumped everything on me, and those people don't respect me. If I don't go to Big Kun, am I just supposed to wait to die?"

Yaowen looked helpless. "There was no need to be so ruthless. All three of my uncles' families were killed, and they were all wealthy!"

Ailian's expression was mocking. "So what if they're just unlucky and have failed? Those shameless old men didn't show any mercy when they bullied me, a woman!"

"You've really changed!"

"Don't give me that crap. Everyone in this world changes. You went from a spirited young man to a greasy, unambitious middle-aged man. Now that someone's supporting me, can't I give it my all?"

"Okay, as long as you're satisfied!"

On the other side, Ding Haokun sat in a private kitchen, where waiters kept bringing out various authentic Cantonese dishes. In less than five minutes, all the dishes were served and the waiters left.

"Everyone, I don't think I know you. May I ask why you've made such a big fuss to see me?" Ding Haokun asked casually while eating.

A balding, greasy old man spoke first: "Ding Haokun was born in Xigong, Hong Kong in 1968. His hometown is Heilongjiang Province. This year, he has gained popularity because he was appreciated by Liang Kun."

But there must be someone backing them up, which is why they were able to get cheap offal from abroad, have unique sourcing channels, and own their own factory and cold storage.

"What, are you checking my household registration? Just say what you have to say, stop being so mysterious and ruining my appetite!" With that, she swung her chopsticks around and started eating, like someone fleeing a disaster.

"Alright, Big Kun is indeed straightforward. Then let's get straight to the point. The money that Handsome Kun had you launder before all came from us."

"Now that Liang Kun is dead, our cooperation can continue. You just need to return all the money to us on the agreed date. After that, we have plenty of illicit funds for you to launder; we can completely form an industry chain!"

Ding Haokun put down his chopsticks and smiled. "So you guys are really rich?"

"Hehe, we may not look very rich, but we have a lot of dirty money, enough for you to make a fortune."

He picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, his smile widening. "This money shouldn't be yours, right? You're asking me to wash the rice for you, so you can pay upfront, but since we're serving two families, we can make at least 50% more profit, is that what you mean?"

"This is our own business. Young people shouldn't be so clever. Just listen to us and everyone will have something to eat!" said another middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a refined scoundrel.

"You young bastards, trying to take advantage of me here, you won't even call me Mr. Ding, do you have any respect for me? Luckily I was prepared!"

"What do you mean?" a middle-aged man asked.

"Still don't understand? I knew long ago that Liang Kun had someone behind him, I knew you would contact me, and I knew you had a lot of dirty money."

I don't plan to return the money I received. I still want the money you have, so I've been waiting for you for a while!

Just then, the sound of a silenced gunshot came from outside the door, causing their expressions to change. Just as they were about to get up, Tian Yangsheng and his men burst through the door, with Luo Tianhong and Aji holding weapons to the back of their heads.

"I advise you not to move around, or my brother's hands will shake and you'll be saying goodbye to this world."

"Big Kun, what exactly do you want?" A square-faced man glared at Ding Haokun, his expression fierce but his heart pounding.

"Damn it, I've made it so obvious, and you still can't see it? Be smart and give me all the money, I'll take it all, black or white, so you can die a quick death and your families won't be implicated."

But if they don't give it to you, then it'll be terrible—you'll be unable to live or die, and your family will go with you. Tsk tsk tsk, what a human tragedy!

"Impossible! If you dare touch us, our clients won't let you get away with it, and you'll all be dead!"

"Maybe, but you won't have the chance to see it. Since you won't cooperate, then take them all away!"

Before these people could say anything more, Luo Tianhong and his men made their move. One blow each, they knocked them all unconscious, dislocated their joints, stuffed them into suitcases, and drove them out the restaurant's back door to a van. They were all packed up and taken away!