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

Boss B immediately put on a complex expression of bitterness and compassion, and sighed.

"I don't have that much money to throw away, so I can only borrow some money at exorbitant interest rates to bet on Luo Tianhong's victory."

"Once Lin Bei loses, give him tens of thousands of yuan for medical expenses; that will be enough to show our brotherhood..."

His words sounded grand and dignified, but they made Han Bin and the others' lips twitch involuntarily.

Brother Ji was a notorious opportunist, and he sneered, mocking in a sarcastic tone.

"What a coincidence! You don't even support your own fellow disciples, but instead go and support an outsider..."

"I've been in this business for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this."

Boss B's face immediately darkened, and he gave Brother Ji a sinister look.

"You all bought Lin Beisheng's shares?"

Brother Ji nodded slightly.

When the Crown Prince and the three Han brothers saw that Boss B had become their adversary, they immediately lost interest in chatting with him.

Although each of the twelve Hung Hing triads has its own ulterior motives and its own agenda, it is truly unprecedented for them to openly bet on the rival gang to win.

Just as the atmosphere became somewhat awkward, a gruff voice rang out.

"Heh heh, who do we have in mind?"

"Oh, it's Ah B!"

"I just saw your henchmen, Chan Ho-nam and his gang, taking millions to bet on Lok Tin-hung to win. I was almost shocked."

"No wonder people in the underworld say Causeway Bay is paved with gold; they can spend millions in a flash, they're really extravagant!"

The one who said this was none other than Fat Lai, the leader of Hung Hing in North Point!

Han Bin and the others looked at each other, their faces revealing undisguised astonishment.

Millions?

Will betting on Luo Tianhong win?

Is Boss B out of his mind, or did a donkey kick him in the head?

Didn't we just say we'd only buy a few tens of thousands of yuan as a token, to pay for Lin Bei's medical expenses after he lost?

So you're treating us hall masters like clowns?

The prince spoke in an unfriendly tone, staring coldly at Boss B.

"Brother B, aren't you being a bit too disheartening for the brothers?"

In the eyes of a martial arts fanatic like the Crown Prince, you can remain neutral and not take sides, but you must never kick your fellow disciples when they are down.

Han Bin didn't hold back in mocking him.

"Hmph, what can you do when Causeway Bay is rich?"

"Spending millions is as casual as spending a few hundred dollars."

"From now on, when the main branch needs us to allocate funds for tasks, Causeway Bay should contribute more!"

The group took turns attacking B, leaving him red-faced and with veins throbbing on his forehead, yet he couldn't find a word to refute them.

Just as the atmosphere was thick with tension, a familiar voice came from afar.

"Oh? Gentlemen, what a coincidence!"

Everyone turned to look and saw Lin Bei with his arm around Ai Lian, followed by several of his underlings, including Huo Baoming, Yaowen, and Sha Qiang, swaggering over.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Crown Prince's eyes.

"Hey, Bei? Haven't you warmed up yet?"

Lin Bei waved his hand dismissively, his tone incredibly arrogant.

"Warm-up? Forget about it!"

"In my eyes, that Luo Tianhong is nothing more than a swindler who sells his wares!"

When Lin Bei put on a show, it was truly a smooth and effortless display.

Like an old sow wearing a bra, one after another, without stopping at all.

Fatty Li stepped forward earnestly and said in a low voice.

"Hey, Bei, although we're not that close, as your fellow disciple, I still have to give you some advice."

"Never underestimate your opponent!"

"Luo Tianhong has been famous for a long time, and his eight-sided Han swordsmanship is incredibly powerful. You'd better watch out when he steps onto the stage!"

His words were less about worrying about Lin Bei and more about feeling sorry for the money in his pocket.

He and Boss B were already at odds, and he was further provoked by the arrogant behavior of Chen Haonan and his gang. On impulse, he spent 300,000 to bet on Lin Beiying.

Seeing Lin Bei's nonchalant attitude now, his heart sank to the ground, feeling utterly cold.

Lin Bei looked around and saw the solemn expressions on the faces of the Crown Prince, Han Bin, and others. He instantly understood that they were worried about him.

He grinned and asked loudly.

"Did all the big shots bet on me to win?"

Han Bin and the others nodded.

"Hahaha!"

"Isn't that a great thing?"

"Just wait and see how much money you get!"

Lin Bei burst into unrestrained laughter, which was particularly loud in the noisy boxing arena.

"Hmph! Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue in the strong wind?"

A sarcastic voice rang out from behind Lin Bei.

Lin Bei turned his head and looked around, deliberately glancing over Boss B's head and pretending to be confused.

"what?"

"That's strange, I clearly heard someone talking just now!"

Boss B was so angry he was jumping up and down, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

"It's here!"

"Where are you looking?"

"Here it is!"

Lin Bei followed the sound and slowly lowered his head, as if he had just discovered Boss B. He had an expression of sudden realization on his face and exaggeratedly said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Brother B, I'm really sorry!"

"It's all my fault for being overnourished as a child and growing too tall; I didn't notice your imposing figure at first glance..."

"What a sin! What a sin!"

Lin Bei's mouth is truly legendary; he can talk a good game, especially when he's roasting Big Boss B. Every word he says is deadly and infuriating.

"You...you..."

Boss B was so angry that he took a step back, his chest heaving violently, like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Hey, let me tell you, Boss B just bet several million on Luo Tianhong, and he even swore he'd give you tens of thousands for medical expenses if you get defeated!"

Fatty Li, not content with the situation, eagerly stepped forward and continued to add fuel to the fire.

Lin Bei gave a thumbs up, his expression so sincere it seemed genuine.

"Wow, Brother B, you're actually a pretty nice guy!"

"However, this time you might be mistaken."

"Lin Bei will definitely win tonight!"

"And they won beautifully, they won brilliantly!"

"On the fighting stage of the Walled City, let the might of Hung Hing be displayed!"

As Lin Bei was trying to trick Boss B, he became more and more excited, his voice growing louder and louder, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Big Boss B was so angry that his blood pressure soared when he saw the two people he hated most working together to insult him. He wanted to jump up and kick Lin Bei in the knee.

"Hmph! Lin Bei, stop gloating here!"

"In my opinion, you're not even a hair on Luo Tianhong's head!"

Seeing that his boss had suffered a loss, Shanji immediately jumped out and shouted at Lin Bei with his neck stiff.

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow, his gaze suddenly turning cold, falling on the pheasant like a knife, and said, word by word.

"What's your level?"

"Dare to speak to Hung Hing's top white paper fan like that?"

"What's wrong?"

"Is this how you train your underlings in your Causeway Bay branch?"

With a casual remark, Lin Bei directly labeled Boss B as someone who was not properly disciplined.

This label was applied so accurately and ruthlessly that even Boss B couldn't get it off.

Just as Boss B was about to retort, Dinosaur chimed in, adding insult to injury.

"We can discuss the issue of disciplining the underlings at headquarters later."

"But the crux of the matter is..."

"You little punk, how dare you say in front of all the Hung Hing bosses that your own White Paper Fan gang is inferior to the Red Sticks of a rival gang?"

"What, are you getting too big for your britches and trying to betray us?"

"Big B, how do you train your men?"

There's a saying that goes something like that.

Rivals are rivals in the same trade, and even more so are enemies at the gambling table.

Since Boss B is betting against them and dares to be so arrogant, it would be a miracle if Tuen Mun Dinosaur Bro could tolerate it.

He would consider himself to have lost if he tolerated even the slightest bit of it.

The other gang leaders also glared at Boss B and his group with unfriendly expressions, their eyes growing colder with each other.

Boss B was suddenly roasted over the fire, unable to move forward or backward, so embarrassed that he wished he could disappear into the ground.

Just as tensions were about to rise, a strong and resonant voice suddenly rang out.

"Why is it so lively?"