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

He lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"Is it because...I'm good at business?"

The blue whale took a sip of its cappuccino and smiled.

The smile was very light and faint, like a ray of warm sunshine on a winter afternoon, making people feel warm and cozy.

He put down his cup, turned around, and faced Hua Fu.

"That's right."

"It's because you're good at business."

"It brings the highest revenue to the club every month, and the accounts are kept crystal clear without any mistakes."

He paused, his tone becoming meaningful.

"If I send Steel Bar Tai, Su Hao, and SKY over here, I guarantee that there will be a small fight every day and a major battle every three days on this street."

"At that time, forget about doing business; the first place the cops will come to inspect is our Sanliantang."

As he spoke, Blue Whale stood up and slowly walked to Hua Fu's side.

He reached out and patted Hua Fu on the shoulder.

"Don't overthink it."

"I came here tonight to give you confidence, not pressure."

"It's just business; winning and losing are common occurrences in war."

"Do a good job, Uncle Whale, I believe in you."

Hua Fu raised her head.

He didn't know when, but tears had already blurred his vision.

He recalled that when he joined Sanliantang at the age of sixteen, the first big boss he followed was Blue Whale.

Back then, Blue Whale wasn't a leader yet; it was just an ordinary bottom-tier player leading them to compete for territory and business in Sham Shui Po.

Every time he made a mistake, Blue Whale would pat him on the shoulder and tell him it was okay, just be careful next time.

So many years have passed, and Blue Whale has become the head of the Sanliantang, and he has also become the person in charge of Portland Street.

But this way of treating his brothers has never changed.

"Uncle Whale!"

Hua Fu's voice was choked with emotion.

This touching scene took place inside the Union bar.

......

Meanwhile, Lian Haolong, who was originally having an affair with his mistress, received a report from Afa and immediately handed over a project worth hundreds of millions of yuan to his mistress.

Lian Haolong was so angry that his chubby face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"It's okay, you've already done a great job!"

The mistress reassured him.

Lian Haolong turned around and gently touched her lips.

"You go to sleep first, I have some things to take care of."

"Um!"

After watching Lian Haolong leave, Xiao San sighed and took out a hideous purple object from the drawer.

"Electric ones are still the best!"

......

Thirty minutes later, inside the Chung Hsin Yi bar on Portland Street.

Ah Fa stood in front of him with a dejected look on his face and recounted the events of the evening in detail.

Lian Haolong initially found it unbelievable.

When he heard that Lin Bei had a huge following within Hung Hing, with most of the gang members coming to support him, he frowned.

When he heard that Hua Fu had fled in terror and that A Fa had been rendered speechless by his retort, a smile appeared on his face.

"good."

He picked up his wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and spoke with a hint of appreciation.

"Hung Hing has really produced a lot of talented people these past two years."

"First, Leung Kwan stormed into Tsim Sha Tsui and killed Chan Kei, then Lam Bei held out in Mong Kok."

"Especially the fight a couple of days ago when he defeated Axe Jun, taking on fifty-one opponents single-handedly..."

He shook his head, seemingly marveling at how formidable the younger generation is.

But some people were unhappy.

The blue-haired youth sitting behind Lian Haolong remained silent.

At this moment, he finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Luo Tianhong, the number one Red Stick of Loyalty, Integrity and Righteousness, is a martial arts fanatic recognized in the Hong Kong underworld.

His voice was cold, tinged with resentment.

"Brother Long."

"Should I challenge this kid to a duel tomorrow?"

Lian Haolong shook his head, his tone casual.

"It's just normal business competition; there's no need to escalate it into a conflict between organizations."

"Besides, Hung Hing doesn't sell noodles."

"On the entire Po Lan Street, only our Chung Shin Yi family is still doing this business."

"If we drive Hung Hing away, and then some triads that specialize in selling drugs come along and take away our share, then it will be a real loss."

Even after hearing this, Ah Fa was still unwilling to give up.

He took a step forward, spread his hands, and his face was full of resentment.

"Boss, are we just going to let this go?"

Lian Haolong picked up his wine glass and took a slow, deliberate sip.

The red wine swirled in my mouth before I slowly swallowed it.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it silenced everyone in the private room.

"Of course we can't just let it go like this."

"We're out here doing this for two reasons: money and power."

"If our club loses its momentum, other clubs will look down on us."

"Once people stop being afraid of us, everyone will come and kick us while we're down."

He put down his wine glass, the crystal bottom clinking against the marble tabletop with a crisp sound.

"snort!"

"By then, let alone business, even our territory could be taken away at any time."

When Ah Wu heard the words "the territory will be taken away," he shuddered.

He shoved aside the wavy-haired man next to him, sat up abruptly, and the drunkenness on his face instantly dissipated by more than half.

"Boss, you're making it sound so serious, what should we do?"

Lian Haolong did not answer immediately.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Ah Wu.

"You're more familiar with the relationships in the Walled City."

"Go there tomorrow and find out if outsiders can participate in the recent boxing matches."

Ah Wu blinked, still not quite understanding.

Lian Haolong had already turned his attention to Luo Tianhong.

"If you can, Tianhong, you should sign up."

"At that time, I will issue a challenge to Hung Hing in the name of loyalty and righteousness."

"Whether we win or lose in the end, we've regained our dignity."

He paused, his tone revealing a hint of shrewdness.

"Most importantly, this method will not trigger a large-scale firefight between the two groups."

"In the martial arts world, a one-on-one duel decides the outcome; whoever loses can't blame anyone else."

Upon hearing this, Luo Tianhong's usually half-closed eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is there a fight going on?"

"I'll be fine!"

Lian Haolong nodded slightly.

He knew Luo Tianhong too well.

This kid is a complete martial arts fanatic. If he hadn't lost the challenge he took back then, he wouldn't have agreed to join the Loyalty and Trust.

Over the years, apart from dealing with some lackeys from other small gangs, there really weren't many experts that Luo Tianhong took seriously.

So when Luo Tianhong heard about Lin Bei's feat of taking on fifty-one people single-handedly, his first thought wasn't about any江湖恩怨 (jianghu grudges).

He just wanted to find a worthy opponent and have a good, satisfying fight.

That's it.

Lian Haolong leaned back on the sofa, slowly exhaled, and looked out through the semi-transparent glass of the private room.

The neon lights flickered in the night, much like the world of martial arts.

Today, one act ends and another begins; no one can remain the protagonist forever.

But Lian Haolong believes in one thing.

Whether we win or lose, loyalty and integrity must not be compromised at this time.

Taking a step back doesn't necessarily lead to a brighter future.

Taking a step back leads to an abyss.

......

The next morning, Lin Bei woke up groggily.

He found himself lying in an unfamiliar bed, next to a disheveled, naked woman.

"Holy crap!"

"Again?"