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

Jiang Tiansheng felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"With rising stars like you, the club will definitely reach new heights in the future..."

"I'm very pleased about that."

Jiang Tiansheng abruptly changed his tone, shifting from sentimental to businesslike.

"By the way, come to the company this afternoon for the routine meeting to report on last night's battle situation and losses."

"The heads of all twelve branches will be there."

Lin Bei's face immediately fell, and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "This Jiang Tiansheng is causing too much trouble, holding meetings every single day."

He's here to hang out with the club, not to work like a slave in a company.

He didn't contribute any manpower or effort when it came to chopping people up, but after it was over, he had to hold a meeting to report and make a summary.

"Okay, I'll be there on time."

After saying that, Lin Bei hung up the phone and threw the mobile phone on the table.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The room was silent for a few seconds before Sha Qiang asked cautiously.

"Brother Bei, Mr. Jiang is calling..."

Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

"Whether it's good or bad, we'll deal with whatever comes our way."

Lin Bei stood up and straightened his collar.

"As I just instructed, you each take care of your own territory."

"Your territory is your lifeline; losing your territory is the same as losing your life."

"Acheng, demote the original martial arts school owner to an instructor."

"His teaching at the academy is terrible; it's all just for show."

"If he's not satisfied, let him come and find me directly."

"I'll spar with him myself and show him what real kung fu is."

"Yes, Brother Bei!"

Fatty Cheng nodded hurriedly, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Alright, everyone get out there and get to work."

"Don't just stand there."

Lin Bei waved his hand and looked at Huo Baoming and the other two.

"During this time, the three of you have been by my side every day, except when you go to the martial arts gym for training."

"Observe more, learn more, and speak less."

"yes!"

The three, including Huo Baoming, responded in unison.

……

2:30 PM, first floor of Hung Hing General Hall.

This is the time when the big shots in the clubs should be sleeping in.

These people lead a nocturnal lifestyle, sleeping during the day and active at night, their biological clocks are completely reversed compared to normal people.

They are exactly like vampires.

But today is different.

They were all woken up from their sleep by Jiang Tiansheng's phone calls, who told them to come over for a meeting immediately.

Jiang Tiansheng's tone on the phone left no room for argument, and no one dared to say no.

The leaders of the twelve branches of Hung Hing, all still grumpy from waking up and yawning, came to the main hall for a meeting.

Some people still had red eyes, some had hair that looked like a bird's nest, and some even had their shirt buttons fastened incorrectly.

Ma Wangjian was wearing a flashy shirt with the collar open, revealing a hairy chest.

He stretched out a big yawn, his mouth wide open enough to fit a fist, and his eyes were still brimming with tears.

"yawn!"

"Lin Bei was really impressive last night!"

"I was sleeping soundly when I was woken up early this morning by a phone call, all asking about Lin Bei."

"They said someone took on Axe Jun and his entire gang single-handedly, and when I woke up, I could hear people outside chattering away."

"They're talking about it in teahouses, they're talking about it in tea restaurants, even the old lady selling fish balls on the street is talking about it."

"I'm so tired of hearing it."

"I get a headache just hearing the name Lin Bei now."

Brother Ji, wearing a flashy floral shirt and sporting a large belly, scoffed and shook his head upon hearing this.

"Grass."

"What era are we living in? Why are we still talking about this kind of individual heroism?"

"What era are we living in now?"

"We're in this business by our brains!"

"It's just asking him to worship Guan Yu, not asking him to become Guan Yu himself!"

"One against fifty-one?"

"I bet he's just bragging..."

Before he could finish speaking, his lips suddenly twitched slightly, and his face flushed bright red, as if someone had grabbed his neck.

His eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead.

"What's wrong?"

"Why did you stop halfway through your sentence?"

"Were you choked by a ghost?"

Ma Wangjian looked up in confusion, following Ji Ge's gaze.

He saw Lin Bei.

Lin Bei was standing three meters away, his hands in his pockets, a half-smile on his face, watching the two of them.

Behind him were Huo Baoming, Yaowen, and Ailian, all three of them with somewhat subtle expressions.

Ma Wangjian was startled and took a step back.

Holy crap!

"Lin Bei, you rascal, you walk without making a sound?"

Are you a cat?

Lin Bei was speechless. He had clearly swaggered in.

From the main entrance to the lobby, there was at least twenty meters of distance. He walked at a moderate pace, his leather shoes making a crisp sound as they stepped on the marble floor.

Along the way, security guards greeted him loudly, their voices so clear that the entire lobby could hear them.

Those two bastards were so engrossed in talking badly about him behind his back that they didn't even notice him coming in.

One was talking animatedly, while the other listened with great interest, completely absorbed in their own world.

"Brother Ji, Brother Jian."

"Didn't your mothers teach you that talking badly about others behind their backs is impolite?"

"Didn't you ever get a beating for being sarcastic when you were a kid?"

Brother Ji's face turned green, as if he had eaten a whole bitter melon.

He quickly began to explain, gesturing wildly with both hands in front of him.

"That's not how it is, Ah Bei, listen to me..."

"That's not what I meant. I meant..."

Ma Wangjian, however, didn't take it seriously; he didn't really consider Lin Bei a threat yet.

In his eyes, Lin Bei was just a newcomer who had just started working. According to seniority, he wasn't even worthy of carrying Lin Bei's shoes.

Lin Bei used to be a good-for-nothing who had to bow and scrape before him, calling him Brother Jian in a humble manner.

Now that he's in power, he wants to be on equal footing with him?

"Lin Bei, don't think you're all that just because you chased Axe Jun away."

"The waters of this world are deep."

"Compared to the twelve leaders of Hung Hing, you're still too inexperienced..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a whistling wind beside him.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like something tearing through the air.

Lin Bei threw a punch with lightning speed, the fist grazing past his ear, less than an inch away.

Ma Wangjian could even feel the force of the fist scraping against his cheek, like a knife.

Bah!

A dull, loud bang.

Splash! Splash!

The wall behind Ma Wangjian was cracked like a spider web.

The crack spread outwards from the back of his head, extending more than a foot wide.

Debris fell in a soft rustling sound, landing on his shoulder.

Gurgle.

Ma Wangjian swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He stiffly turned his head, glanced at the wall behind him, and then turned back to look at Lin Bei.

"You...you...don't do anything reckless!"

"This is the main hall!"

His voice was trembling, like a mouse cornered by a cat.