Hong Kong variety show: I wanted to be a lawyer, but I became a big shot.

Lin Bei shook his head inwardly.

With their boss in jail for the past few months, Chiang Tin-sang has been managing the gang's affairs and businesses, which is why Leung-kwan has the illusion that Chiang Tin-sang is taking good care of their Mong Kok gang.

"When you weren't around, I had to stop several other groups from coming to plant their flags."

"The club hasn't said a word, and even that bastard B will occasionally mock me in front of everyone at the main hall."

"If it weren't for my good fortune, I don't know if I would still be alive to wait for you to come back."

Upon hearing this, Liang Kun's smile slowly faded, and a shadow fell over his eyes.

"Ah Bei, is what you're saying true?"

"Hmph, you don't even believe your own brothers? Then go ask Silly Qiang and Fatty Cheng."

Lin Bei turned his face away, feigning anger.

After a few seconds of silence, Liang Kun took a deep breath, picked up the bottle, and poured a glass for each of them.

He picked up one of the cups and solemnly placed it in front of Lin Bei.

"It's my fault as the boss."

"I'll punish myself with three drinks."

After he finished speaking, he downed three glasses of foreign liquor in one go.

The strong liquor burned his throat, making his already hoarse voice even rougher, like sandpaper scraping his throat.

Lin Bei raised his hand and pressed down on his arm.

"Alright, brothers shouldn't hold grudges overnight."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you not to contact Han Bin and the others so often, lest you attract their jealousy."

"From now on, we should keep a low profile, except for business matters."

"Okay! I'll do whatever you say."

Liang Kun nodded vigorously.

The two drank another glass, and the atmosphere finally eased.

Liang Kun called out towards the door, and the group of voluptuous women filed in again. The music was turned up again, and the private room returned to its previous noisy and hazy atmosphere.

……

Inside Jiang Tiansheng's villa.

Chen Yao stood opposite him, holding a prepared document in his hand, and reported in a low voice.

"Mr. Jiang, in the past two weeks, Liang Kun, Ah Chao, the three Han brothers, Fat Lai from North Point, and Tai Yu from Kwun Tong have been meeting frequently, and their business seems to be quite large."

Jiang Tiansheng did not look up; his gaze remained fixed on the documents, lost in thought.

"Besides producing counterfeit goods, are they also involved in smuggling?"

"Yes."

"According to reliable sources, each person has earned at least one or two million in just the past two weeks."

"This doesn't even include the profit from counterfeit goods; it's just the profit from smuggling."

Chen Yao's tone became even more forceful; he was quite certain that Liang Kun had already begun to win people's hearts.

Jiang Tiansheng took a deep breath, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He underestimated Liang Kun and Lin Bei.

Unexpectedly, when Liang Kun returned, he not only took over Wang Bao's territory in Mong Kok, but also expanded his business to this extent.

What alarmed him even more was that Liang Kun was able to make money together with the other six branches of Hung Hing.

They formed cliques within the organization.

How can this be allowed?

"Ah Yao, send someone to keep watch in the streets."

"The reason why Hung Tai's son was arrested by the police was because Lam Pak from Mong Kok reported it to the police."

"Also, find someone to impersonate one of Leung Kwan's men and talk to Hung Lok's Gentleman Sheng about cooperation, and have him distribute the goods at Leung Kwan's place on Nathan Road."

After hearing Jiang Tiansheng's words, Chen Yao felt a cold sweat pour down his back.

These two moves are too vicious.

Jiang Tiansheng actually wanted to use outsiders to launch a pincer attack and severely dampen Liang Kun and Lin Bei's arrogance.

"Mr. Jiang, isn't this going too far?"

Chen Yao spoke cautiously.

Jiang Tiansheng sneered, a chill creeping into the curve of his lips.

"It's good that Young Kun is obedient."

"His biggest mistake was forming cliques within the triad."

"Look at the entire Hung Hing triad. Apart from Big Brother B, Ma Wang Jian, and Pretty Ma, which branch doesn't obey orders but not commands?"

"If we let Liang Kun continue like this, I think it won't be long before he tries to pull me off the top position."

After careful consideration, Chen Yao realized that what Jiang Tiansheng said was indeed not without reason.

Of the twelve branches of Hung Hing, very few truly listened to the headmaster; the rest harbored their own agendas.

With this move, Liang Kun has managed to bring together six gangs, a move so significant it's keeping people up at night.

"I know what to do, Mr. Jiang."

Chen Yao responded in a deep voice.

"Okay. Remember to keep things clean and don't reveal your identity."

"Yes."

Chen Yao turned and left, the study door closing gently behind him.

Jiang Tiansheng sat alone in the lamplight, lit another cigarette, and his face flickered in and out of the smoke, making it impossible to see his expression.

……

Inside a karaoke room at a nightclub on Nelson Street.

A young man with dyed red hair sat on the sofa, talking animatedly to Tai Baoqiu across from him.

"Brother Qiu, our Brother Qiang said that our Nathan Road venue is only for Hung Lok to distribute goods."

"However, it has to be done according to our rules, we take 40% of the profits."

Tai Baoqiu, holding his wine glass, smiled and shook his head after hearing this.

He took a leisurely sip of wine and put the glass down.

"Kid, don't brag in front of me."

"Even if Sha Qiang came to talk to me personally, I would only give him a maximum of 30% cut. That's the rule of the underworld!"

"I can't break the rules just because I have another place to sell my goods, right?"

When the red-haired henchman saw that Taibao had taken the bait, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly imperceptibly, but he quickly resumed his serious expression.

He leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"Ball Bro, who said we only give you one venue for casual stuff?"

"It's the entire Nathan Road market, all of it is for you to sell."

"Now tell me, is taking 40% a lot?"

Tai Baoqiu's eyes suddenly lit up.

The entire Nathan Road!

That's not just one or two venues; it's the most bustling street in Mong Kok, with nightclubs, bars, and saunas lined up one after another, and the flow of people is terrifyingly large.

This is a truly big deal.

However, having spent so many years navigating the underworld, he remained clear-headed despite his excitement.

"This is a big deal."

"But doesn't your Hung Hing group not touch powder?"

"Especially in Mong Kok, Lin Bei even set a rule that anyone who dared to sell noodles at his place would be dealt with by him."

"It's said that this isn't just a joke."

The red-haired henchman waved his hand, a meaningful expression on his face.

"Our Brother Bei only said those things to put the head office at ease."

"In fact, after Brother Kun came back, we secretly started looking for cooperation with powder merchants."

"The reason we chose Hong Le is because your channels are stable and you've been in this industry for so many years."

"We don't touch this stuff, but we can find people to sell it and earn a commission."

"This way, we both make money, it's mutually beneficial, and it's a win-win situation."

Tai Baoqiu's small eyes darted around, a glint of shrewdness flashing across them.

He was silent for a few seconds, then raised his glass, a smile returning to his face.

"Okay, I'll talk to my boss, Gentleman Sheng, about this when I get back."

"If there are no problems, we'll go to Nathan Road to sell our goods tomorrow night."

The red-haired young man also raised his glass, beaming, and said loudly.

"good!"

"Then I wish our two companies a successful collaboration. Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

With a crisp clink, the two wine glasses bumped together.