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

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Jiang Tiansheng walking side by side with a silver-haired middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit and brown sunglasses.

With his signature fake smile on his face, Jiang Tiansheng glanced around and said in a gentle voice.

"Brother Long and I heard your voices from far away."

"What are they all talking about?"

"It's so lively."

Just as the dinosaur was about to speak, Han Bin stopped him with a look.

Brother Ji and the Prince wisely kept their mouths shut.

They knew perfectly well that Jiang Tiansheng would definitely side with Boss B.

Seeing this, Lin Bei was not intimidated at all.

Without batting an eye, he recounted in front of Jiang Tiansheng everything that Boss B had done, from beginning to end, in a clear and unambiguous manner, without embellishment or exaggeration. The facts themselves were fascinating enough.

The smile on Jiang Tiansheng's face froze.

At this moment, his mind was roaring with rage.

What exactly is this big idiot trying to do?

All you ever do is cause me trouble!

Why don't you find a few unfamiliar faces to place bets?

They insisted on letting Chan Ho-nam and Chicken, those show-offs, swagger off like that! Now look what happened!

You've shown your chicken feet and been caught red-handed. Let's see how you handle this!

Despite his inner turmoil, Jiang Tiansheng quickly composed himself, donned a gentle smile, and casually smoothed things over.

"Hehe, Ah Bei, we're all brothers from the same school. It's their freedom to place bets however they want."

"However, the pheasant did have a foul mouth; he said a few unpleasant things..."

"In this grand occasion, you, as the elder brother, shouldn't hold a grudge against your younger brother."

Lin Bei curled his lip in disdain.

He had long expected Jiang Tiansheng to side with Boss B, but he didn't expect the favoritism to be so blatant and undisguised.

"Alright then, we'll do as you say, Mr. Jiang."

"As a big shot, I won't bother with these little punks."

After Lin Bei finished speaking, he waved his hand decisively and turned to leave with his underlings, not even giving Boss B and his men a second glance.

Jiang Tiansheng's face immediately darkened.

He never expected that Lin Bei would dare to publicly humiliate him, the leader of Hung Hing, in front of everyone.

The silver-haired middle-aged man standing next to Jiang Tiansheng suddenly spoke up with a laugh.

"Ha ha!"

"Ah Sang, your Hung Hing's Knife King Bei is quite a character!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and the crown prince looked closely and suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Is it Tornado...Brother Long?"

Tornado leisurely lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said calmly.

"It's me!"

"Your Highness, it's been a long time."

The crown prince quickly cupped his hands in respect, his tone filled with reverence.

"Brother Long, it's been a long time!"

"It's been several years since I last visited the Walled City. I didn't expect to see you here..."

Tornado waved his hand dismissively and chuckled.

"It's normal for people to have some gray hair when they get old."

"How about we grab a drink after the boxing match?"

The crown prince readily agreed.

"Okay, no problem!"

Han Bin and his companions also formally met Tornado through the introductions of the Crown Prince and Jiang Tiansheng.

The group was all secretly surprised.

The unassuming, silver-haired middle-aged man in front of them was none other than Tornado, the top martial arts expert in the walled city.

Since becoming famous, except for the few years when he was a henchman for Di Qiu when he was young, Tornado has basically stayed in the barbershop getting haircuts. He lives a secluded life and is very low-key, so very few outsiders have seen his true face.

Apart from Chiang Tin-sang, a group of uncles, and the martial arts fanatic Prince, almost no one in Hung Hing recognized him.

The prince enjoyed boxing and often came to the city to hone his fighting skills. Over time, he became acquainted with Tornado.

It was eight o'clock in the morning.

The black folding chairs inside were already packed with people, not a single empty seat was left.

The audience stared excitedly at the ring, whispering among themselves; the atmosphere was as heated as a pot of oil about to boil.

The host stood in the center of the stage and shouted in a powerful voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"Welcome to the Walled City's boxing night!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the audience, with whistles and screams echoing throughout the venue.

"Enough with the small talk!"

The host gestured for silence, then drew out his words.

"As usual, this week's champion is... the Demon Muscle Man, Uncle Da!"

"Uncle Da! Uncle Da! Uncle Da!"

A unified shout erupted from the audience, so loud it made everyone's ears ring.

A muscular, middle-aged man, standing 1.98 meters tall, slowly walked onto the ring.

His eyes were calm and undisturbed, as still as a stagnant pool, revealing not a trace of murderous intent.

But those who truly understand him know in their hearts how terrifying and dreadful explosive power lies within this seemingly calm and composed giant.

Seeing that Uncle Da was already in place, the host turned around with the microphone, stretched out his arm to point to the other side of the passage, and introduced him in a strong voice.

"Today's first lucky challenger to the reigning champion is a newcomer... He comes from the Wuxue family in the north... Gao Jin!"

The lights suddenly shone on them.

A young man, about 1.75 meters tall and as thin as a bamboo pole, walked onto the stage.

At this moment, he was disheveled, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, his eyes were lifeless, and he looked listless, as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

"Shh!!!"

Upon seeing this face, the audience immediately erupted in a deafening chorus of boos.

Sitting in the audience, Lin Bei squinted at the thin young man, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Gao Jin... Gao Jin... Could it really be that Gao Jin?"

He turned his head abruptly and asked Sha Qiang in a hurried tone.

"Qiang, have we placed our bets yet?"

Sha Qiang shook his head and patted the briefcase in his arms.

"Brother Bei, the money is still with us."

After he finished speaking, he, Yaowen, and Huobaoming each raised their briefcases. The three briefcases were heavy and full.

"Um!"

Lin Bei hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask.

Do you know what the odds are for Gao Jin's match?

Sha Qiang stroked his chin, frowned, and tried hard to recall, then suddenly slapped his forehead.

"It seems...it seems that Uncle Da's odds are 0.85 to 1, and Gao Jin's odds are 2.55 to 1."

Lin Bei's face suddenly lit up with wild joy, he almost shouted it out.

"You guys, hurry up and get to the betting station!"

"Put all your assets on Gao Jin!"

As usual, Sha Qiang was dumbfounded, his eyes wide open, and he stammered.

"Brother Bei... Brother Bei, look at Gao Jin, he's practically a beggar!"

"Are we really betting all our money on him?"

Lin Bei's expression hardened, and he rebuked him in a deep voice.

"Are you the boss, or am I the boss?"

"Go and place my bet right now!"

"If it's too late, I'll skin you alive!"

The three men, including Sha Qiang, trembled with fear and scrambled towards the betting station.

Just as the betting window was about to close, the staff received the betting slips from the three men, who were panting heavily.

The staff were taken aback when they saw the amount, but they still quickly completed the procedures for them.

"Brother Qiang, I've never seen Brother Bei suffer a loss during the time I've been following him."

"I think he must know some inside information!"

Seeing that Sha Qiang was distracted and his brows were full of worry, Yao Wen comforted him.

Upon hearing this, Sha Qiang took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"Alright, since the big boss has gone all in, we underlings can't let him down!"

After saying that, he gritted his teeth and bet all his savings, a full 50,000 yuan.

Yaowen and Huobaoming exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and pooled together the several thousand yuan they had saved to bet on Gao Jinying.

Just as they finished placing their bets and ran back to their seats, the betting station closed the betting pool. They placed their bets at the last minute, just in time.

The three of them plopped back into their seats, and before they could even catch their breath, the starting bell rang.

"Clang!!!"

The clear chime of the bell echoed throughout the vast boxing arena, and the entire place fell silent instantly.

Uncle Da, the muscleman, took a step forward and looked down at the thin young man in front of him.

He cracked his neck, his cervical spine making a popping sound, and said coldly.

"Kid, if you don't surrender, this punch from your uncle will really hurt!"

Gao Jin stood there expressionless, his eyes as empty as two dry wells, completely ignoring Uncle Da's mockery.

A flash of anger crossed Uncle Da's face. In his opinion, this skinny young man was just making a show of things.

He took a deep breath, roared, and his voice exploded in the boxing ring like thunder!

"Then don't blame your uncle for showing no mercy!"

"Die!"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Da stopped in his tracks and charged forward like a heavy tank, delivering a powerful straight punch directly to Gao Jin's head.

The fist tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, carrying a terrifying force capable of piercing through iron plates, heading straight for Gao Jin's face.