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

Lin Bei shook his head, pointed at Gao Jin on the stage, and analyzed the situation for everyone.

"Take more practice when you're training, don't just focus on fighting and killing."

"Look, Gao Jin's steps are unsteady right now, he's swaying even when he's standing."

"His complexion was sallow, as if he had been smeared with yellow mud, and his eye sockets were sunken."

"It's obvious that he hasn't rested for several days, and may even have gone without food for several days."

"He won the first match entirely thanks to his extraordinary willpower."

"But if he encounters a truly tough opponent in the second match, his chances of winning will be slim!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to the arena. Upon closer inspection, they found that Gao Jin's current state was exactly as their boss had described; he was even trembling slightly as he stood there.

"Should we bet on his opponent to win?"

Huo Baoming scratched his head and asked in a simple and honest voice.

"Snapped!"

Lin Bei slapped him on the back of the head, not with much force, but it made Huo Baoming shrink his neck.

"You can't achieve great things through gambling!"

"I'm letting you buy because I'm absolutely certain of success!"

"Instead of gambling on luck!"

"You lot should take this as a warning. If anyone dares to gamble recklessly in the future, I'll chop off their hand!"

"Try it if you don't believe me!"

Huo Baoming covered the back of his head, nodding repeatedly with a wronged expression.

"Understood, Brother Bei!"

Sha Qiang and the others quickly nodded in agreement, sitting up straight and not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Lin Bei nodded in satisfaction.

"Watch the game carefully; this is a great opportunity for you to gain practical experience!"

"Watching how others play, and then figuring it out yourself, is more effective than practicing a hundred times in isolation."

Upon hearing this, the others sat up straight and stared intently at the arena.

The second match started soon.

As expected, Gao Jin's performance was unsatisfactory.

He was facing a Muay Thai expert from Siam, a man with bulging muscles and dark, shiny skin, who looked like a ruthless character who had been through countless battles.

The two fought fiercely, each punch landing with brutal force, each kick potentially fatal.

Although Gao Jin ultimately won with his reckless fighting style, he also paid a heavy price...

His clothes were soaked in blood, his face was covered in bruises, his left eye was swollen shut, and his lips were split in several places.

When the referee raised his bloodied arm to declare victory, the entire boxing ring erupted in deafening cheers.

But Gao Jin didn't even have the energy to celebrate; he was just breathing heavily, like a broken-down machine that was about to fall apart.

"That was close!"

Sha Qiang and the others watched in horror, speechless with astonishment.

"If that Muay Thai expert hadn't underestimated him, Gao Jin would have been knocked down in that final blow!"

Ailian covered her mouth, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes, and shook her head.

"That's how competitions are; they're full of unknown possibilities."

Lin Bei said calmly, his tone even.

"If we cannot predict our fate, then we should not put our savings on a futile pursuit of luck."

"Luck is something that comes when you can't stop it, and it leaves without even saying goodbye."

"Once your luck runs out, you're not far from the abyss!"

Lin Bei's words were resounding and made Sha Qiang and the others nod in agreement.

Ten minutes later, just when everyone thought Gao Jin would give up, he surprisingly told the host that he wanted to continue playing a third match.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

"Is he crazy?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

"This isn't boxing, this is playing with fire!"

Amidst everyone's doubts and exclamations, Gao Jin, with his last ounce of willpower, used a stunning half-step Bengquan (a powerful, explosive punch) to knock down the Javanese martial arts master.

The speed of that punch was so fast that no one could see it clearly. With a muffled "bang," the Javanese expert fell straight down like a wooden stake.

After winning his third match, Gao Jin finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the ring, unable to move even his fingers.

The entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers and applause once again.

Regardless of winning or losing, their fighting spirit alone deserves respect.

Seeing this, Lin Bei slowly stood up, straightened his collar, and walked towards the location of the tornado.

That was the most central area of ​​the boxing ring. Tornado, the underground emperor of Kowloon Walled City, was sitting upright in a grand chair, playing with a pair of iron balls in his hands, with his confidant Shin-ichi standing beside him.

"Hello, Brother Long!"

"I am Lin Bei."

Lin Bei stopped in front of the tornado and greeted it respectfully.

Tornado raised his head, sized up the young man in front of him, and spoke with a hint of anger in his voice.

"You brat, are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Lin Bei shook his head calmly and explained with a smile.

"Brother Long has misunderstood."

"My surname is Lin, and my given name is Bei, meaning 'north'. My full name is Lin Bei."

"My father gave me this name; I didn't choose it myself."

Tornado was taken aback, then remembered that tonight's main event was Hung Hing's Lam Pak versus Chung Shun Yee's Lok Tin Hung.

"So it was you?"

He looked Lin Bei up and down again.

"Did you need something?"

Lin Bei nodded and pointed to Gao Jin, who was being carried off the stage by medical staff. Blood was still dripping from the boy's stretcher.

"Whose side is this kid on?"

Tornado turned her head and glanced at Gao Jin's weak and exhausted figure.

"have no idea……"

"He suddenly came to the Walled City today, saying he wanted to make money by fighting in the arena."

"I saw how pitiful he looked, so I had someone arrange it for him."

"I didn't expect this kid to be so good at fighting, winning three games in a row."

"At first, I thought he was a fellow Daoist, because he was as thin as a skeleton and his complexion was terrible."

"Who knew it was a dragon crossing the river?"

Lin Bei's lips twitched slightly. Could it be that the person had just illegally crossed the border and was tired and hungry?

This is no ordinary dragon crossing the river; he's clearly a desperate, starving madman.

"I understand, thank you, Brother Long."

After saying that, he didn't stand on ceremony and turned to leave.

Tornado took a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth.

Xin, who was standing next to him, quickly took out a lighter and lit it for him.

As he exhaled smoke, Tornado squinted as he watched Lin Bei leave, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Xin said in a low voice.

"Boss, this kid's kung fu is pretty good."

"Look at his steps, each step is steady and heavy, and his breathing is long and even. You can tell he is a martial arts expert who has been immersed in martial arts for many years."

Tornado nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his lips.

"He truly deserves to be called a rising star of Hung Hing."

"This composure and low-key demeanor alone can defeat countless restless and impetuous young people."

He flicked his cigarette ash and turned to Shinichi.

"Sign up, find an opportunity to become friends with him."

"When the Dragon City Gang is handed over to you younger generation, you'll need a few reliable allies outside the city to make things easier."

Upon hearing this, Xin Yi immediately became serious and said...

"Yes, boss!"

"I've got it!"

……

Lin Bei returned to his seat and waved to Sha Qiang.

"Ah Qiang, take two brothers and take Gao Jin to the gang's private clinic."

"No matter how much it costs, we must save his life first."

"Oh right, buy ten servings of char siu rice on the way, and a few bottles of energy drinks too."

"Gao Jin is starving. He'll definitely want to eat as soon as he wakes up."

When Lin Bei said this, his tone was calm, yet it exuded an irresistible air of authority.

Sha Qiang responded.

"Yes, Brother Bei!"

"I'll get on it right away!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately called two trusted henchmen and quickly left.

Having followed Lin Bei for so long, he knew this big boss's temperament well. He believed that anything assigned had to be done immediately without any ambiguity.

After Lin Bei saw that things had been properly arranged, he sat back down in his chair and watched the upcoming match with a bored expression.

The matches were exciting, with winners and losers, some cheering and some sighing.

Lin Bei, however, maintained his languid posture, one hand holding a cigarette, the other supporting his chin, as if he were watching a movie or deep in thought.

Finally, after the ninth match ended, the host picked up the microphone and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Everyone! Everyone!"

"The grand finale of the evening is here!"

"The most loyal and righteous Red Pole... Luo Tianhong! versus the White Paper Fan of the Hung Hing Society... Lin Bei!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the entire boxing ring suddenly changed.

The spotlight shone on the direction where Luo Tianhong appeared, and a young man with dyed blue hair slowly walked out.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit, and his whole body exuded a sharp killing intent.

He strode arrogantly toward the ring, each step seemingly designed to crush the floor.

Gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.

"He's a treacherous killer, loyal and righteous... Luo Tianhong!"

"I heard he wields an eight-sided Han sword with unparalleled skill; he once single-handedly wiped out Billy's entire gang!"

"More than that, last year in Yau Ma Tei he single-handedly took on a small triad branch and killed more than twenty people!"