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

Ah Fa turned his head, his gaze passing through the noisy crowd and flickering laser lights, and saw Lin Bei slowly walking towards him from the end of the corridor.

"oh?"

"So it's Dao Wang Bei who's here?"

Afa's lips curled into a cold smile, his tone deliberately condescending.

He sized up the young man in front of him, who had recently gained fame in the martial arts world, trying to catch a trace of panic or unease on the other's face.

However, he was disappointed.

Lin Bei's face showed no extra expression.

Those eyes were as calm as a deep pool, reflecting the colorful neon lights of the nightclub, without the slightest ripple.

He stood there in the center of the hall, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding noise.

However, Hua Fu, who was in league with him, did not have the same restraint as A Fa. He took a step forward, his finger almost poking Lin Bei's chest, his voice sharp and piercing.

"Lin Bei, are you high from coughing or drunk?"

"Playing this high-stakes game, are you trying to starve everyone?"

This seasoned veteran, who was in charge of the business on Portland Street at the Sanlian Church, was now like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his fur standing on end.

Lin Bei stared blankly at the two people in front of him, as if he were looking at two clowns jumping around.

He didn't respond immediately, but slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth.

Smoke slowly billowed from his nostrils.

"We open our doors to do business."

"We use only legitimate business methods to attract customers to our store."

"We did not attack our competitors through coercion or defamation."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Hua Fu before finally settling on A Fa's face.

"Based on these two points alone, what right do you two clowns have to cause trouble here?"

"Or do you think Hung Hing is easy to bully?"

Hua Fu's face flushed red instantly. She was about to retort when Lin Bei's last words silenced her.

Lin Bei is not stupid.

He pays so many fees to the triad every month, supports so many underlings, and deals with all sorts of shady characters. If he doesn't use the Hung Hing banner when it really matters, then he's the real sucker.

The customers who came tonight included members of other triads, such as Tung Sing and Wo Luen Shing, and even seasoned veterans from other smaller triads.

These people may appear to be drinking and chasing women, but in reality, they are all listening intently, waiting to see how this show will end.

If I show weakness at this moment, these bastards will definitely swarm up like sharks smelling blood and uproot my forces from Portland Street.

Even before tomorrow, the top management of Hung Hing will have to hold themselves accountable tonight.

The martial arts world will always be this dark.

Hua Fu was completely stunned.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't think of how to answer Lin Bei's question.

He was originally a street thug; he wasn't good at fighting or stabbing people, but he was good at talking and pimping.

But Ah Fa, standing to the side, was clearly not one of those top-notch chicken enthusiasts.

He eats brains.

Ah Fa clapped his hands, the applause sounding particularly jarring in the quiet hall.

"hehe."

"As expected of Hung Hing's Knife King Bei."

"Not only are you highly skilled in martial arts, but I didn't expect you to be such a smooth talker as well."

"You just kept saying there was no unfair competition, so are the recharge services advertised on these flyers fake?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Fa tossed the flyer in his hand into the air.

Dozens of beautifully printed flyers rustled and scattered, like a flock of startled butterflies, swirling in the air before fluttering down to every corner of the hall.

Several sheets of paper floated down to Lin Bei's feet, their contents clearly illuminated by the light.

The audience was silent.

All eyes were on Lin Bei, waiting to see how he would respond.

Lin Bei glanced down at the flyer at his feet, then looked up with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Ah Fa, you idiot, are you out of your mind?"

His voice carried an undisguised sarcasm.

"The flyer clearly states that the freebies are snacks and drinks."

"And can't surprise gifts for girls be a kiss or a hug?"

"And... is the price listed on the flyer?"

"cut!"

Lin Bei flicked his cigarette ash, which landed on the flyer and burned right through the word "surprise".

"You call yourself a brain-eating gangster? I think you've just been eating too much brains and gone mad!"

"I'll find a restaurant to reserve a beef 'husband' for you tomorrow, and make it into beef 'husband' sashimi, which is Tyrannosaurus Brother's favorite."

"May you be incredibly awesome every day after you finish eating!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a suppressed chuckle echoed in the hall.

Those guests who were originally waiting to see Lin Bei make a fool of himself were now suppressing their laughter, their shoulders shaking.

A few of the bolder ones simply threw their heads back and burst into laughter.

Ah Fa's face turned ashen in an instant.

He lowered his head again and read through the promotional slogans on the flyer almost word for word.

Good guy.

Lin Bei was playing word games with him.

Every sentence and every word was written flawlessly, with no price tag or promise of any substantial paid services.

Even if you take this flyer to the police station to report it, the officer can only say that it is legitimate commercial advertising.

"There's one more thing!"

Lin Bei's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

He took a step forward, a small step, but it caused both Afa and Huafu to take a half-step back at the same time.

"If my business practices violate Hong Kong law, the first people to investigate me should be the relevant authorities, not thugs like you with your tattoos!"

"If you want to make a purchase at my store, Lin Bei is always welcome."

"If you want to cause trouble here..."

"If Lin Bei can't do anything to you, I'll change the name of Hung Hing!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The Hung Hing guild members who came specifically to support the event stood up in unison, as if they had made a pact.

The most eye-catching of them all was a man who walked over with a nonchalant air about him, wearing brown aviator sunglasses.

He was picking his nose with his little finger as he walked, a sight that could drive anyone crazy.

It is the most famous red stick of the Hung Hing Society.

Hung Hing's Big Fei!

"Ah Fa, Hua Fu!"

Dafei flicked his booger onto the ground, shook his head, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"This is Hung Hing territory, after all. If you really want to cause trouble here..."

"We, Hung Hing, will fight to the bitter end!"

"Don't you think so?"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch, like a thunderclap.

Behind him, dozens of Hung Hing's top lieutenants and underlings responded with a roar.

"yes!"

The sound was so synchronized that it made the crystal chandelier on the ceiling tremble slightly.

The air in the entire hall seemed to be sucked away for a moment, and then filled with an even stronger atmosphere of grimness.

Even Chan Ho-nam and Chicken, who were huddled in a corner drinking, had to stand up and come over.

joke.

If we don't step in to help now, people will criticize us behind our backs later, and these old stories will definitely be brought up and used against us when we want to rise to power.

In the world of gangsters, there's no shortage of people who will kick you when you're down.

Even with his thick skin, Chan Ho-nam had no choice but to bite the bullet and come over to respond in front of everyone.