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

The following day, the final of the Macau casino tournament was held as scheduled.

The VIP lounge at the Haojiang Hotel was packed with people, with gambling experts from all over the world and representatives from various forces crowding the entire hall.

Reporters set up their cameras and microphones on the second-floor stands, flashing their lights incessantly, as if they wanted to capture every pore of every gambling celebrity present.

Today is the final, and also the climax of the entire gambling convention.

Lin Bei sat in the main seat, with a mountain of chips piled up in front of him.

His opponent was Lee Sung-min, a beautiful gambling queen from South Korea. She wore a deep red dress that accentuated her perfect figure, and her long hair was styled in a bun, revealing her elegant and slender neck.

She sat calmly on the other side of the card table, exuding a cool and aloof aura unique to professional players.

The final game was extremely close.

Lee Sung-min's performance was near perfect; every bet was just right, and every card reveal was thrilling.

She cornered Lin Bei several times, eliciting gasps from the onlookers.

Even He Xin, who was sitting in the VIP section, was on tenterhooks, fearing that Lin Bei might stumble at the last moment.

However, upon closer inspection, it's not hard to see that Lee Sung-min left room for maneuver in every hand.

She was like a highly skilled dancer, performing a breathtaking dance with Lin Bei.

When it's time to attack, it's incredibly fierce; when it's time to retreat, it's imperceptible.

In the last hand, Li Chengmin had two Aces in front of her, while Lin Bei had a pair of Kings.

Judging from the cards dealt, Lee Sung-min has a sure win.

The entire audience held their breath.

Lee Sung-min tapped her fingers lightly on the card table, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Lin Bei.

Lin Bei leaned back in his chair, a cigar dangling from his lips, looking as relaxed as if he were drinking tea.

"I'm going all in."

Lee Sung-min suddenly pushed out all her chips, her voice clear, cold, and decisive.

A commotion broke out in the audience.

Lin Bei smiled slightly and stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.

"and."

He put up all the chips in front of him.

Both players flipped their cards at the same time.

Lee Sung-min: A, A, Q, J, J.

Lin Bei: K, K, K, Q, A.

Three Kings, one Ace, and one Jack.

Lin Bei won.

Thunderous applause erupted in the hall.

The flashes were so bright they almost blinded people.

Lin Bei stood up, shook hands with Li Chengmin in a gentlemanly manner, and then raised his arm to greet the surroundings.

Congratulations to Mr. Lin on winning the inaugural Macau Gambling God title!

The host's voice carried throughout the venue through the microphone.

Lee Sung-min lost.

The loss was reasonable and flawless.

Ninety-nine percent of the people present thought that Lin Bei was luckier, and only a very few sharp-eyed veterans saw a clue in her eyes.

But no one would bring this up openly, since Lin Bei was one of the organizers.

That afternoon, news about Lam Pak dominated the front pages of major newspapers in Hong Kong Island and Macao.

The four large characters "God of Gamblers Lam Pak" paired with a photo of him smiling at the gambling table have become a kind of signboard.

Some people secretly cursed Lin Bei for getting ahead by relying on women, saying that he sacrificed his looks to win over Li Chengmin in order to obtain the title of God of Gamblers.

These rumors were quickly suppressed by the He family's public relations team with swift and decisive action.

Several tabloids that spread rumors received lawyer's letters in succession, while larger ones received "phone calls from above".

In less than a day, all the negative comments about Lin Bei disappeared from the newspapers, replaced by uniform praise and admiration.

Lin Bei didn't care about any of this.

That afternoon, he canceled all his social engagements and boarded his luxury yacht with eight beautiful girlfriends, setting sail from the Macau pier back to Hong Kong Island.

The yacht cut through the sea, the sea breeze blowing the women's skirts and hair, and laughter drifted across the azure water.

Lin Bei stood on the deck, gazing at the boundless sea, feeling extremely happy.

Haojiang has made a brilliant move, earning him over a billion Hong Kong dollars from this competition alone.

Starting today, he can be considered to have achieved Hong Kong dollar freedom.

It was already dark when the yacht arrived at Hong Kong Island.

As soon as Lin Bei stepped onto the dock, a henchman ran over to inform him.

Di Qiu sent someone to find him and asked him to meet at a hotel in Mong Kok, saying that there was something important to discuss.

Lin Bei and Liang Kun exchanged a glance.

That old fellow arrived really fast.

They had long anticipated that Di Qiu would come knocking on their door.

The news of the change of ownership in Kowloon Walled City last night could not be kept secret. As one of the largest owners in the Walled City, Di Qiu has a vested interest in it.

The reason this old guy has been able to stand strong in Hong Kong for so many years is because of his ruthless spirit of never suffering a loss.

Now that someone has dared to offend the powerful, it's no wonder he can't sit still.

"Let's go and meet him."

Lin Bei said with a smile.

......

The private room in the Mong Kok Hotel was dimly lit.

Di Qiu sat in the main seat, a cigarette between his fingers, his face showing an unpredictable expression amidst the swirling smoke.

There was a pot of tea in front of him, half of it had gone cold, but he hadn't drunk a drop.

The door was pushed open, and Lin Bei and Liang Kun walked in one after the other.

"Brother Qiu, what's the matter that you called us brothers over so late?"

Liang Kun greeted him with a smile, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking very easygoing.

Lin Bei sat down behind him without saying a word, but smiled and nodded at Di Qiu.

Di Qiu did not answer.

He stubbed out his cigarette heavily in the ashtray, then looked up, his gaze cold and fixed on the two people in front of him.

"Ah Kun, Ah Bei, I, Di Qiu, have never offended either of you."

Why would you commit such a treacherous act?

"Wouldn't this break the hearts of all our brothers?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Kun immediately put on an innocent expression and spread his hands.

"Hey! Brother Qiu, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

"Ah Bei and I have been working non-stop in Macau lately, and we just finished dealing with the casino convention last night. How could we have time to stab you in the back?"

"You can't just believe everything you hear and wrong an innocent person."

"Hmph! Don't play dumb with me!"

Di Qiu slammed his hand on the armrest of the sofa, his anger rising.

"Kowloon Walled City has always been under the control of Tornado."

"What a coincidence that last night, Zhongxinyi sent men to ambush and kill him, and also dispatched a large number of gunmen to launch a night raid on the stronghold!"

"I received the news and immediately led my men there."

"When we arrived at the gates of the fortress, we were already surrounded by your men, layer upon layer!"

"They were all heavily armed; they wouldn't even let me, a major property owner in the walled city, in intrusion!"

His voice grew louder and louder until it was almost a shout.

"What is this if not a breach of faith?"

"You Hung Hing members have crossed the line, do you know that?"

Liang Kun opened his mouth, about to retort, but Lin Bei stopped him with a hand.