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

Knowing that the 701st Unit was targeting him and had been wiped out, Ding Haokun breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he took down Dongxing, he could rest easy.

On my drive home, I thought about Huang Ziyang and called him. "Brother Kun, any news?"

"Hmm, near Edinburgh College, there's a guy named Dafei, have you heard of him?"

"I've heard of it. It's a group called Number Gang, I forgot what it is. They don't have much power, they just do small-scale loan sharking."

"Heh, appearances can be deceiving. This time, Dafei isn't just going to dabble in small-scale operations. I don't know where he got a batch of weapons, but he's thinking of switching careers to demolish houses with weapons!"

"Huh?" Huang Ziyang was speechless. "Is he out of his mind? He doesn't have anyone protecting him, yet he wants to be an arms dealer and demolish houses? Is he looking for death?"

"He got fooled! After all these years, he's still a nobody. You can tell his brain isn't working too well."

"That's true. Does Brother Kun know where they keep their stuff?"

"Damn, you make me do everything? You're having it too easy as a cop. I only know that it's in a truck in the parking lot near Edinburgh High School, but I'm not sure where it is."

You could send someone to pretend to be an arms buyer and make contact with them. Then you could catch them all in one fell swoop. Just finding the weapons won't do you much good; you need to catch them red-handed to get a promotion and a raise.

"Kun is right, I'll make the arrangements tomorrow."

"Yes, there's also Wong Bing-yiu, the old boss of West Kowloon. His 'Good Samaritan' gun was lost when Edinburgh students visited the police station. He didn't dare to make a fuss, so he sent people to infiltrate Edinburgh. The infiltrators are Cao Dahua and Zhou Xingxing."

He happens to be He Min's student. That scoundrel Zhou Xingxing is trying to hit on my girl. Find some time to teach him a lesson. Young people don't know their place; let him know how high the sky is!

Huang Ziyang laughed heartily, "Brother Kun, don't worry, this is nothing, I'll handle it. But do you know where that 'Gun of Kindness' is? Although Huang Bingyao is about to retire, he climbed up from Lei Luo's era and has a wide network of connections!"

"You really don't want to work hard at all! I heard that Dafei has recruited a few underlings at school. They're usually very unruly, all rich kids, and they often steal their families' cars to sell to Dafei for money to have fun."

Do you think they might have stolen the gun? And then, unable to dispose of it, they had no choice but to sell it to Dafei?

Huang Ziyang's eyes lit up on the other end of the phone. "Thanks for the advice, Brother Kun. If you ever need anything, just ask. I'll go through fire and water for you!"

"Alright, get on with your work. Remember to be careful when you're disciplining Zhou Xingxing; after all, he's someone Huang Bingyao sent. It's not good to be too aggressive!"

"Don't worry, I know exactly what I'm doing."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Haokun continued driving towards the Ding residence. In front of a nightclub in Tsim Sha Tsui, he saw a man and a woman struggling on the side of the road. The woman looked like Xiao Zetian.

He parked the car on the side of the road, rolled down the window, lit a mosquito coil, and listened intently. He quickly confirmed the identities of the two people: it was not Xiao Youyi, but Zhou Wenli and Zhang Lang.

The two are from the movie "The Storm Riders". Zhang Lang is an undercover police officer played by Stephen Chow, and Zhou Wenli is a bar waitress. At this point, she should be breaking up with Zhang Lang.

Noticing Ding Haokun watching the commotion, Zhang Lang became furious. "What are you looking at? Believe me or not, I'll kill you!"

This ridiculous sight made Ding Haokun laugh. "You're just a short mule, and you think you can kill me? From today onwards, you're not allowed to show your face in Tsim Sha Tsui. Otherwise, I'll beat you up every time I see you. You believe me?"

"Who are you, talking so arrogantly?"

"Alright, my name is Ding Haokun, nicknamed Big Kun. Call me Brother Kun if you're kind enough, I'm happy to oblige!"

Zhang Lang's expression changed three times in a second, finally settling on a fawning smile. "Brother Kun, I was blind. We're on the same side. I'm also from Hung Hing, with Big Mouth Dog. Brother Kei is my boss, he works as a parking attendant here."

"Tsk tsk, you're in trouble then. Your boss got killed, shot to death, and your group is leaderless!"

"Brother Kun, can I fight with you? I'm really good at fighting."

Seeing him like this, Zhou Wenli was completely disappointed, and then she actually opened Ding Haokun's car door and got in, saying, "Take me to Broadcast Drive."

Ding Haokun was speechless. This demeanor was somewhat like that of a fairy.

"Miss, you've got the wrong car. This isn't a taxi. If you want a taxi, go somewhere else."

"Can't you men be a little more generous? I've just broken up with my boyfriend, can't you even give me a ride?" Zhou Wenli pouted angrily.

"Why should I care? You're not my girlfriend. I offered you a ride, but you wouldn't sleep with me. Why should I care about you?!"

"Hmph, you men are all the same!"

Ding Haokun seemed to be channeling Charlie Puth, his expression smug. "Hey, you're absolutely right. As long as a man is breathing, there's no good man. The difference is that someone like me with money can be a scumbag, while a poor guy can only dream about it, or buy some videotapes to watch, like your ex-boyfriend."

Zhang Lang clutched his chest, feeling a sharp pain in his heart. "Brother Kun, don't talk nonsense! I'm a respectable person!"

"Damn it! If you were a decent person, why would you act like a dwarf? Are there any decent people among dwarfs? No way! You acted like a dwarf and still call yourself a decent person? You're despicable!"

Seeing Zhang Lang's indescribable expression, Zhou Wenli couldn't help but burst out laughing. "I know who you are. You just want to sleep with me, right? Fine, give me 50,000 yuan a month, and I'm yours!"

She had only said it in anger, or perhaps as a joke, but Ding Haokun took it seriously. "Okay, deal!" he said, pulling a stack of Hong Kong dollars from the armrest box and throwing it into Zhou Wenli's arms. "Here's 500,000, that's ten months' salary for you. You don't have anyone at home, do you?"

"Huh? No, I was just kidding!" Zhou Wenli noticed that Ding Haokun's eyes looked a little panicked!

"Sorry, I took it seriously. Nobody can fool me, Ding Haokun. You make the offer, I pay, deal's done!"

"How can you be like this? I don't want the money, I want to get off!"

"Too late!" He stepped on the gas and sped off, leaving Zhang Lang standing there bewildered. His girlfriend was gone, his boss was dead, and after years undercover, he was still a nobody. This was just too tragic!

Zhou Wenli, who was in the car, panicked. "Brother Kun, I was just joking. Can you let me off the hook?"

"Ten thousand a month in pocket money, and you can start working at my company tomorrow. The money I give you is separate. I don't have many hobbies, except for being a womanizer. If you agree, give me your home address; if not, leave the money at the radio station and get off the bus!"

After waiting a minute, Zhou Wenli gave an address. Hong Kong people are very pragmatic. Zhou Wenli works in a bar, and after breaking up with Zhang Lang, she's going to immigrate and marry her cousin. What kind of virtuous woman could she be?

With over a million a year, a decent job, and a powerful person protecting you, why would you need to immigrate?

The 500,000 yuan she was holding in her arms made her feel especially at ease!

Unfortunately, Ding Haokun was injured today. I took her home, familiarized myself with the house, took a key, and then drove home.

Sitting cross-legged on the roof at night, a yellow light emanated from his body as he slowly absorbed energy. The flesh and blood in his wounds writhed and began to grow new granulation tissue. The Yi Jin Jing was terrifying indeed!

As dawn broke and the sun rose in the east, two wisps of purple energy fell and were absorbed by Ding Haokun. He let out a long breath, his exhale sharp as an arrow, and opened his eyes.

Although the wound on my shoulder hasn't completely healed, it has scabbed over and should be fully healed in another two days.

After breakfast, at 9:30 a.m., everyone gathered in the hospital ward. Han Bin and the others' injuries had stabilized.

"Mr. Jiang, our injuries are mostly healed, we just need some time. We can arrange things with Qian Dongxing today. Kun, how's it going on your end? Can you handle the foreigners?"

Ding Haokun nodded. "Don't worry, no matter how much trouble Hung Hing or Tung Hing causes, those foreigners only care about money. As for the Chinese police, they'd love for us to take down Tung Hing and have more of those bastards die!"

Jiang Tianyang nodded. "Since there are no problems with the foreigners, I'll hand over 45 million to Haokun later. You go and take care of the foreigners. Han Bin, you guys are in charge of gathering the brothers and preparing to fight Dongxing."

What are your thoughts on the candidates for the four hall masters?

"Mong Kok can be handed over to Gao Jin. Besides the film company, there are some self-operated businesses. The other territories will remain the same!" Ding Haokun was the first to speak. He had long had his eye on the position of Mong Kok gang leader and Liang Kun's film company.

The others certainly wouldn't object, since they were getting a share of the territory; it was practically giving them money. They all nodded in agreement.

"What do you think about the leaders of North Point, Chai Wan, and Aberdeen?" Chiang Tin-yeung continued.

This time, their interests were at stake, and they couldn't help but speak up. After all, although there wasn't much profit to be made over there, they could sell counterfeit goods and still make several million a month!

"I recommend my subordinate Daozi Qing. He's qualified and has enough merit, and he's a very capable fighter!" Han Bin was the first to speak.

Dafei chimed in, "My shooting assistant, Hua, is quite good. He's been with me for many years and is very familiar with North Point. He's perfectly capable of taking over North Point's position."

The dinosaur spoke casually, "My crew of live-action anime is pretty good too; they were very daring when they started filming!"

Aside from Thirteen Sister, everyone else had recommendations. Jiang Tianyang looked at Ding Haokun and asked, "Haokun, what do you think?"

"Mr. Jiang, we're about to take action against Dongxing. I think it's perfectly fair and just to promote whoever has contributed the most this time!"

Everyone agrees with this statement; isn't success all about ability?

Jiang Tianyang nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it this way. Hao Kun, you take the money and settle things with the foreigners. You, Tian Hong, and Gao Jin, guard Yau Tsim Mong. The rest of you, blow the whistle and gather the men. We'll make our move tonight and kill those bastards from Tung Hing."

Whoever has the greatest merit will succeed the other three hall masters! This is Jiang Tianyang's vision. He actually came back to do business and make money, not to fight for positions.

He wouldn't bother with anything as long as it didn't affect his efforts to clear his name. Unlike Jiang Tiansheng, who lacked tolerance, was petty, and powerless.

"Mr. Jiang, we need to take down Dongxing, but we can't let Ding Yao of the Sanlian Gang get away either. Have you heard anything from Fengli?"

"Not yet. I'll have someone ask again today. What are your plans regarding Ding Yao?"

"I can lead my brothers to storm over there, and no matter what the Pineapple side thinks, we'll wipe them out completely. Let He Xin from Australia and the Pineapple Triads show them our strength."

Let them know that we're not just good with watermelon knives, we're just as awesome with guns. And a friendly reminder to He Xin: we might not need the casino, but he can't give it to anyone else without our consent!

Everyone nodded. These days, casinos make money, but they also provide a convenient way to launder money, so they can't just give it up.