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

Central, a building, Wong Tai Man Law Firm.

The law firm's signboard was polished to a shine, but once you stepped inside, the furnishings exuded an indescribable old-fashioned and shabby feel.

The files were piled up everywhere, and a thin layer of dust had settled on the coffee table.

The senior lawyer, Huang Dawen, wore black-rimmed glasses and a wrinkled suit. His face exuded a sleazy air.

He has a bulbous nose, small eyes, and lips as thin as two blades. When he smiles, he looks like a cunning mouse.

At that moment, he was sitting with his legs crossed, scratching the inside of his thigh as if no one else was around, and poured Lin Bei a cup of instant coffee.

Lin Bei rolled her eyes at him disdainfully, pushed the coffee cup aside, and showed no intention of drinking it.

His voice was clearly filled with dissatisfaction.

"Hey Attorney Wong, could you please put some effort into my cousin's case?"

"I went to see him in Stanley a couple of days ago, and he had lost a lot of weight; his eyes were sunken in."

"If I let him stay in that hell cell any longer, I'm afraid he'll be half-dead when he comes out in three years."

"How am I going to explain this to his family?"

"He's the only son in three generations!"

Huang Dawen slowly took a sip of coffee, smacked his lips, and spoke unhurriedly.

"Ah Bei, I'm not trying to be mean, but..."

"What case did Ah Kun commit?"

"That's a serious crime of murder."

"This is a matter of life and death, do you think it's child's play?"

"Although the death penalty is still in effect in Hong Kong Island, it has been practically defunct in recent years and has not been carried out."

"I used every ounce of my strength, running around the courtroom until my legs were worn out, to prevent Ah Kun from being severely punished."

He put down his coffee cup and held up three fingers.

"Spending three years in the prison is just a baptism for you gangsters."

"When he comes out in the future, he will have more seniority in the organization, and his words will carry more weight."

"Three years is nothing, just a blink of an eye."

Lin Bei was so angry when he saw Huang Dawen's nonchalant attitude that his lips twitched.

three years?

How many three-year periods does one have in a lifetime?

Since Liang Kun was imprisoned for working for the triad, the triad naturally had to spend money and effort to find him the best lawyer and reduce his sentence to the minimum.

This is the rule of the club, and it also reflects the spirit of loyalty.

But for Lin Bei, three years is too long.

What is the concept of three years?

More than a thousand days and nights have passed, and the outside world has undergone tremendous changes. Three years later, when he emerges, will the martial arts world still be the same?

Moreover, he himself didn't want to be in charge of the club's affairs all the time.

Talking business, drinking, and chasing girls every day—that's the life he wants.

But as long as Leung Kwan doesn't come out, he can't get rid of these things he's doing.

Lin Bei took out his checkbook from his bag, placed it on his lap, pulled out his pen, and scribbled his name and a string of numbers on it with sharp, decisive strokes.

Then, with a tearing sound, he ripped it off and pushed the check in front of Huang Zhan.

"Here is one million."

"This is a tip for Attorney Huang's hard work."

"Go and talk to the deceased's family. We can discuss any amount of compensation. As long as you can get my cousin out of jail, I'm willing to pay any price."

Huang Dawen took the check, looked at it against the light, confirmed the number on it, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

That smile was like a mouse that had stolen oil—cunning and slippery.

"That bastard Ah Kun is incredibly lucky to have such a loyal cousin like you. He's a man who's done this for eight lifetimes."

Lin Bei shook his head and retorted seriously.

"Attorney Wong, you can't say that."

"If they hadn't taken me in back then, I might still be homeless on the streets, or I might have starved to death under a bridge in some winter."

"In that winter more than ten years ago, if it weren't for my aunt giving me a bowl of hot porridge, there would be no Linbei today."

"As a person, you can be bad, but you must be grateful."

"This is my bottom line as a human being."

Huang Dawen nodded slightly, his lewd smile fading from his face.

Although he didn't say it much, he still approved of Lin Bei's character.

In this profit-driven world, there are few people who still talk about "gratitude" and put it into practice.

Huang Dawen put the check into the drawer and patted the drawer.

"Alright, I'll go to Chen Qi's house again tomorrow and get this settled as soon as possible."

"Once the other party is willing to agree, the rest will be easy."

Lin Bei stood up and reached out to shake his hand.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Attorney Huang."

"A generous reward will be given after the matter is resolved."

Huang Dawen stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and resumed his playful, smiling demeanor.

"Okay, okay, you go ahead and do your thing."

"Don't worry about me handling things."

He saw Lin Bei and the others out of the office, stood at the door watching them enter the elevator, and then turned back.

……

Inside Boss B's bar in Causeway Bay.

The bar is closed during the day and is empty except for a few guys behind the bar who are wiping glasses and moving chairs off the tables.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting stripes on the floor.

Big Brother B was sitting in a corner booth with Chan Ho-nam and a few others, drinking tea. The fragrant aroma of tea swirled and rose in the dim light.

Boss B's expression, however, was not good; it was gloomy, like the sky before a storm.

He put down his teacup, the porcelain making a dull thud as it hit the table, his tone cold.

"Lin Bei has been too unruly lately."

"How long has Ah Kun been inside?"

"Only two and a half months!"

"This kid started to get restless, gradually swallowing up his territory and expanding his power."

"Look at him, he doesn't even respect me, the head of the hall, anymore. He doesn't even greet me properly when he sees me."

Da Tian Er echoed, looking displeased.

"Brother B, this kid has really gotten more and more arrogant lately."

"The last time I ran into him at the street corner, he just nodded, but he wouldn't even call me Brother B."

The pheasant, with a toothpick dangling from its mouth, said in a sinister tone.

"Brother B, should we find a chance to teach him a lesson?"

"Smother him in a sack and beat him up, teach him a lesson he won't forget."

Chan Ho-nam immediately reprimanded him, frowning.

"Pheasant, don't talk nonsense."

"We're all brothers from the same sect, we'll run into each other all the time."

"If other gangs find out, they'll blame Brother B for not following the rules and bullying the weak."

"If things escalate, Brother B won't be able to explain himself to Mr. Jiang."

Boss B nodded and turned his gaze to Chan Ho-nam.

Of his brothers, Anan was the most reliable and considerate of the big picture, and the one he trusted most.

"Anan is right."

"It's not feasible to take action openly, as it would lack a legitimate reason."

"but……"

He abruptly changed the subject, lowered his voice, and his eyes turned sinister.

"We can try to subtly pressure him from other angles."

"Let him know what respect for elders and the importance of not overstepping one's bounds."

"Young people who are too arrogant will suffer the consequences."

After he finished speaking, he beckoned a few people closer and whispered a few words to them in a low voice.

His voice was low and his speech was rapid, as if he were planning a military operation.