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

Since Lin Bei single-handedly took on dozens of members of the New Star gang last night, and even made Axe Jun, the Tiger of Tsim Sha Tsui, flee in disarray, he has become the most dazzling star in Hung Hing overnight.

Even Gan Zitai, known as the "God of War" of Hung Hing and based in Tsim Sha Tsui, no longer dares to claim in public that he is Hung Hing's number one henchman.

The name Lam Pak of Mong Kok spread like wildfire throughout Yau Tsim Mong overnight.

From Portland Street to Shanghai Street, from Nathan Road to Canton Road, everyone in every street and alley was talking about the newly hired white paper fan.

Some say he chased after more than fifty people from Xinji and hacked them down for three whole streets; some say Axe Jun was sent flying three zhang away by a single punch from him; and some say they saw him break more than a dozen machetes with his bare hands.

These rumors became increasingly outlandish and absurd as they spread, but no one dared to stand up and say they were false, because no one from the news agency has dared to refute them so far.

After the news spread, many aspiring young men flocked to him, eager to become his disciples, dreaming of one day becoming a legendary gangster themselves.

Some of these blue lanterns belong to young men who have just dropped out of school, some are low-level thugs who couldn't make a name for themselves in other gangs, and some are simply defectors from the New Triad.

They all craned their necks to peer into the bar, eager to see the legendary Knife King Bei.

On the street, a gangster with dyed red hair suddenly started yelling at the top of his lungs.

His hair was dyed like a rooster's comb, a glaring red under the sun, clearly indicating he wasn't a respectable person.

"What?"

"My idol is the white paper fan of Hung Hing, not some Red Pole (a derogatory term for a member of the Communist Party)?"

Red Hair's shout was full of energy, attracting the attention of many people around him.

Several of his equally flamboyantly dressed henchmen joined in the commotion, each looking puzzled.

In their minds, Bai Zhishan was a strategist who fanned the fan, a cultured person who used his brain but not his hands. How did he become a ruthless character who could take on fifty-one people single-handedly?

Ah Chao, a parking attendant from Hung Hing, was standing idly at the bar entrance, one hand in his pocket and the other picking something out of his nose.

Upon hearing this, he slowly pulled his finger out of his nostril, a dark, lumpy object pinched between his fingertips, and flicked it forward casually.

The action of flicking the booger was casual, yet incredibly precise.

The black booger traced a graceful parabola in the air, heading straight for the red-haired man's face.

Red Hair and his group of men were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, dodging left and right as if avoiding hidden weapons, creating a somewhat comical scene.

Ah Chao rubbed his hands on his pants, his tone extremely unfriendly, and glanced at Red Hair with his triangular eyes full of disdain.

"What's wrong with the white paper fan?"

"Can't you use a white paper fan to chop someone up?"

"Our Brother Bei is just a paper fan; he'll still chase after dozens of Sun Kee thugs and hack them all over the street!"

"Chop them until they cry for their fathers and mothers, chop them until they run away in terror!"

"snort!"

"To want to become an apprentice of our Brother Bei is a blessing you've accumulated over several lifetimes!"

"Others are fighting tooth and nail to get in, and you're here being picky?"

"Still daring to nitpick here? Are you tired of living?"

"Would you like me to loosen up your muscles?"

Upon hearing this, Red Hair's expression immediately changed.

The arrogant yet doubtful look he had just given off vanished instantly, replaced by a fawning expression.

He smiled broadly, his eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a set of uneven, yellow teeth.

"Brother, I was blind just now, I didn't recognize the 'two-five-eight-ten-thousand' and the 'pure one suit'!"

"I haven't received much education since I was a child, so I'm not very knowledgeable and speak without thinking."

"You are a magnanimous person, please don't hold it against me."

"Just ignore me and let me go."

"If I could become a disciple of Dao Wang Bei, I, Cao Charlie, wouldn't even bat an eye if he asked me to chop up the Governor of Hong Kong tonight!"

"You can face any danger with just a word!"

Ah Chao snorted dismissively, scoffed, and casually pointed behind him with his thumb.

There was still a trace of booger on his thumb, which glistened slightly in the sunlight.

"Over there, do you see that?"

"If you're not blind, you should be able to see it."

"That's where employees undergo pre-employment medical examinations. As long as you pass, you can become a formal employee of our Gangbei Company."

"But let me warn you first, our physical examination at Hong Kong North Company is not like a child's play at a hospital. If you can't handle it, you'd better get out of here as soon as possible."

Red Hair looked up in the direction he was pointing and saw several employees in sharp suits sitting properly behind the counter.

These people all had expressionless faces and sharp eyes; they didn't look like people to be trifled with.

Next to the table was a rather professional-looking testing machine. The various buttons and dials on the machine gleamed with a dim light, giving it an imposing and authoritative feel.

"Thank you so much for your guidance, brother! I am deeply grateful!"

"I will forever remember your great kindness!"

"Once we become colleagues, I'll definitely treat you to drinks, the best kind!"

"That new bar on Portland Street, my treat!"

After Hongmao finished speaking, he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Achao, looking quite like a江湖人 (jianghu person, someone from the martial arts world).

He then turned around and beckoned his friends to rush over there, scrambling to line up and sign up.

A dozen or so people huddled together, pushing and shoving, none of them willing to let the others go first.

Just then, a piercing engine roar came from afar, like the low growl of a wild beast.

A black Toyota Crown sped towards us like a black lightning bolt, its body reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

The car executed a beautiful drift in front of the bar, its tires screeching against the ground and puffing out a cloud of smoke.

The car came to a steady stop in the parking space, perfectly aligned, just three fingers' width from the curb.

The car door opened, and Lin Bei got out of the driver's seat.

Today he was wearing a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt, faded jeans, and black Doc Martens boots.

He looked clean and neat, without any unnecessary decorations, but he exuded an indescribable aura.

Behind him were three people: Huo Baoming, Yaowen, and Ailian.

Huo Baoming is a burly man, like a moving mountain.

Yaowen was lean and wiry, with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Ailian wore a high ponytail, which swayed back and forth as she walked.

Lin Bei casually tossed the car keys into the air. The keys tumbled a few times in the air, tracing a graceful arc before landing steadily on A Chao.

"Chao, keep an eye on the car!"

"If a piece of paint gets chipped off, I will hold you responsible."

After saying that, Lin Bei pulled out a large gold bull bill from his wallet and slammed it on the stage with a thud.

The sound was clear and loud, attracting the attention of many people around.

When Ah Chao saw the big golden bull, his eyes widened instantly, almost popping out of their sockets.

The Golden Bull—that's a thousand Hong Kong dollars! You only earn three or four thousand dollars a month parking your car on this street.

He quickly straightened his back, stood ramrod straight, and gave Lin Bei a standard salute, his right hand fingers pressed tightly against his temple, looking just like a soldier being inspected.

"Yes, Brother Bei!"

"If I don't take good care of your car, I, Ah Chao, will break my own legs!"

"Yeah, break all three legs at once!"

Lin Bei was slightly taken aback, then a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded in satisfaction.

He reached out and patted Ah Chao's shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy, yet it made Ah Chao feel as if he had shrunk by three points.

"Getting on track!"

"Lin Bei likes sensible people like you!"

"Report to Sha Qiang's place tomorrow. Our Hung Hing needs talent like you."

"Work hard, you have a bright future ahead of you."

Upon hearing this, Ah Chao was overjoyed and almost jumped up on the spot.

He had been parking his car in Hung Hing for three years, always a lowly underling ignored by everyone, but today he was finally noticed by a big boss.

"Thank you, Brother Bei! Thank you, Brother Bei!"

"Brother Bei, you are like a second parent to me!"

He bowed and scraped, smiling broadly as he watched Lin Bei and his group walk into the bar.

Only after Lin Bei's figure disappeared from the bar entrance did he straighten up, humming a little tune contentedly, and carefully drive the car into the parking lot.

The gesture was more respectful than towards one's own father, as if afraid of scratching off a piece of paint.