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

Lin Bei's praise brought a smile to their faces, and the weight that had been hanging over them eased slightly.

Huo Baoming scratched the back of his head, while Yaowen's lips curled up slightly.

"But……"

Lin Bei abruptly changed the subject, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

The smiles on their faces froze instantly, as if they had been frozen in place.

"You still lack practical experience."

"In last night's situation, a seasoned veteran would never have allowed themselves to be surrounded."

"And their fighting skills aren't solid enough."

"Amin, your center of gravity is too high when you throw a punch, and your lower body is unstable. You'll fall down with a single sweep."

"Yaowen, your dual swords look flashy, but many of the movements are unnecessary and a waste of energy in a real fight."

Huo Baoming and Yaowen exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of desolation in each other's eyes.

Huo Baoming's shoulders slumped, and Yaowen clenched his fists even tighter.

So it still didn't work in the end?

"Cough cough."

Lin Bei cleared his throat, picked up the teacup on the coffee table, and took a sip of water.

He paused for a few seconds on purpose, making the two of them even more uneasy.

"I opened a martial arts school on Shanghai Street."

"In a few days I'm going north to personally invite a martial arts master to come and teach the brothers martial arts."

"That master was a true martial artist, not one of those street-smart charlatans who only know how to throw punches and kicks."

"Of course, the tuition will be deducted from your salaries. You get what you pay for, and the people I hired are absolutely worth the price."

"Every month I will have the club owner arrange a test. If you fail three times in a row, I will kick you out of the club."

"I only recruit the elite; I will never accept trash!"

"Did you hear me clearly?"

Huo Baoming and Yaowen were stunned by the sudden turn of events. They were first taken aback, then their faces lit up with ecstasy.

Huo Baoming was so excited he almost jumped up on the spot, and Yaowen's eyes even welled up with tears.

"Yes, Brother Bei!"

"We'll definitely train hard and won't let you down!"

The two shouted in unison, their voices so loud they made the windowpanes vibrate.

Ailian was unhappy to see that Huo Baoming and Yaowen had made arrangements, while she was left out.

She pouted, her two thin eyebrows furrowed together, took a step forward, and put her hands on her hips.

"Brother Bei! Brother Bei!"

"What about me? You can't be biased!"

Lin Bei sized up the young woman, his gaze lingering on her for a few seconds.

Ailian is only eighteen years old this year. She is not tall, but she is as agile as a cat.

She has a bewitching and alluring face, and looks harmless, but when she gets angry, she is more ferocious than a man.

Lin Bei thought she was indeed quite intelligent and skilled.

Whether it was saving the day or ambushing Axe Jun last night, she was the one in charge of controlling the situation among the trio.

She always manages to be in the right place at the right time; this kind of judgment is not something that ordinary people possess.

It would be a waste of her talents to have her be an ordinary gangster, fighting and killing all day long.

"You'll stay by my side and be my secretary."

"Help me with some miscellaneous tasks, answer the phone, and schedule my time."

"After a while, I will arrange for you to learn how to do business."

"Learn finance, learn management, learn how to do business with people."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ailian's face fell, as if she had eaten a bitter melon.

Her features were scrunched up, and her lips were so pouting they could hang an oil bottle on them.

"I don't want to learn how to do business, I just want to be a rebellious girl!"

"It's so much more satisfying to chop someone up with a knife than to sit in an office doing accounts."

Lin Bei shook his head, somewhat helplessly.

Teenage boys and girls can be really a headache when they rebel.

They always think that wielding a knife to kill people is powerful, but they don't realize that true power is never in the knife.

"If I hadn't arrived in time to save you last night, you would be a cripple with missing arms and legs by now."

"You think Axe Jun will show mercy?"

"He never leaves anyone alive when he kills them."

"Take my advice and honestly learn how to do business."

"Fighting and killing is a young person's game. After you turn 35, your reflexes and stamina will decline. What will you do then?"

"Amin and Yaowen are more suitable as henchmen; their physique and strength are undeniable."

"But you're not cut out for it."

"A talent like you should be a blank canvas like me."

"The white paper fan is the true core of the gang. You think Jiang Tiansheng is just a Red Pole (a low-ranking official in the Communist Party)?"

Ailian curled her lip indifferently, lowered her head, and muttered softly.

"I still think being a red pole (official position) is more prestigious..."

"Everywhere I go, people are afraid of me..."

"What did you say?"

Lin Bei's tone suddenly became more serious, and he frowned.

The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

Does this little girl need a good spanking?

"No, no, no!"

"I didn't say anything!"

"I was just singing!"

Ailian was startled, and her face turned pale instantly.

She then suddenly remembered that her boss was a formidable character who had taken on fifty-one opponents last night.

She witnessed that scene firsthand: Lin Bei stood alone at the street corner, facing a dense crowd of people. Instead of retreating, he charged forward, killing them one by one with his knife, causing the Xinji staff to fall like wheat being harvested.

If Lin Bei knew what Ai Lian was thinking at this moment, he would definitely scoff.

What's 51?

91 is my limit.

Please call me Mr. Lin (91).

However, there's no need to publicize this kind of thing everywhere; true masters never boast about themselves.

Just then, Lin Bei's mobile phone rang. The shrill ringtone was particularly abrupt in the quiet room, startling everyone.

He picked up the mobile phone on the table, pressed the answer button, and put it to his ear.

drop!

"Hello, this is Lin Bei."

Who are you?

Jiang Tiansheng, on the other end of the phone, paused for a moment.

He was used to the respectful tone when others answered his phone, so Lin Bei's indifferent attitude made him feel a little uncomfortable.

However, he quickly came to his senses.

"Ah Bei, it's me, Jiang Tiansheng."

"Oh, so it's Mr. Jiang."

Lin Bei's tone was neither warm nor cold.

The guys standing next to him, including Sha Qiang, were sweating bullets for him; after all, this was the head of their own gang.

"Did you need something from me?"

"You're so busy, you probably wouldn't call me just to chat, would you?"

Jiang Tiansheng raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling quite dissatisfied with Lin Bei's attitude.

He was the leader of Hung Hing, and the entire Hong Kong underworld had to give him some face. When had he ever been treated like this?

But he was a seasoned veteran with a deep understanding of the ways of the world, and his tone remained gentle, even carrying a hint of a smile.

"Abei, you did a great job last night. I even received the news at home."

"Many triads outside are praising you now, saying that Hung Hing has produced an extraordinary young man."

"Even our Hung Hing triad got a bit of a beating. No one from the Sun Kee branch dares to say anything yet, which shows they're scared of you."

Lin Bei didn't think Jiang Tiansheng would be so kind as to call just to praise him.

This old fox has a hidden agenda behind every word he says.

"Hehe, it's all I should do."

"The club nurtured me, so it's only right that I contribute to the club."

"If I lose territory so soon after taking office, how will Hung Hing ever establish itself in Hong Kong?"

"Wouldn't that be embarrassing for you, Mr. Jiang?"

Lin Bei's words were perfectly watertight, expressing both his loyalty and implying that he had defended his territory through his own abilities.