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

Luo Tianhong flipped onto the ring, stood in the center with her arms crossed, and coldly swept her gaze to the other side.

On the other side of the ring, Lin Bei, with a cigarette between his fingers and the other casually in his pocket, strolled leisurely toward the ring.

He didn't look like he was going to a life-or-death duel; he looked more like he was taking a stroll after dinner.

Before he left, he whispered instructions to Ailian.

"Bet all twenty million on me to win."

That 20 million is all he has tonight.

If he wins this match, he will receive a prize of 60 million according to the odds.

If you lose, then everything is back to zero.

Ailian's hand holding the briefcase trembled slightly, but she still nodded firmly.

"Brother Bei, I believe in you!"

Seeing this, Yaowen and his gang of underlings, including Huobaoming, emptied their pockets and followed.

Those brothers who hadn't bought in before didn't hesitate at all and bet their entire fortunes on it.

Before taking people to the hospital, Sha Qiang specifically asked Yao Wen to buy Lin Beiying for 200,000 yuan.

According to his survival rules in the underworld, as long as he listened to Lin Bei, he would never have to worry about food and drink.

And so, the duel between Lin Bei and Luo Tianhong officially began.

The two faced off across the distance, one sharp as a knife, the other calm as water.

The entire boxing ring was completely silent; everyone held their breath.

This is the grand finale of the evening, a clash between the most outstanding young members of two clubs, the outcome of which will determine the reputation of both clubs.

Luo Tianhong spoke first, her tone full of disdain and sarcasm.

"Lin Bei, I heard you can take on fifty-one people at once."

"I, Luo Tianhong, refuse to believe in this nonsense!"

"In the underworld of Hong Kong, there is never a shortage of people who seek fame and fortune."

"Some people make a name for themselves by bragging and luck, but their real skills are nothing compared to a mediocre person."

"Today, in front of everyone, I will expose your boasting and demonstrate the might of my loyalty and integrity!"

Luo Tianhong's words were powerful and resounding, drawing cheers from the audience.

Those who are loyal and trustworthy, in particular, raised their voices and started a commotion.

But to his utter surprise, Lin Bei's resistance to trash talk had already been maxed out.

"(ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~!"

Lin Bei flicked his cigarette ash, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, and casually uttered two words.

"Idiot!"

Luo Tianhong was stunned.

The audience below the stage was also stunned.

What did Lin Bei just say?

Those two words, spoken clearly and distinctly, floated into everyone's ears: ...idiot?

Does he really not shy away from it at all?

He was, after all, the number one loyal and righteous Red Pole, and his reputation as a killer was well-known in the underworld.

You start by swearing at people. Aren't you afraid that people will say you're not chivalrous enough?

Luo Tianhong was so angry that she trembled all over, and the veins on her forehead bulged out like earthworms trying to break free of their skin.

how many years?

For years, no one has dared to curse him to his face like that!

The last person to insult him like that is long gone, his grave is covered in weeds.

The man was cleaved forty-nine times with the eight-sided Han sword, and finally, piece by piece, he was thrown into the sea from the dock.

He initially planned to say some trash talk to break Lin Bei's defenses.

After all, gangsters who are out in the game care about their reputation. With so many people watching, they would definitely be eager to defend themselves in order to protect their name.

He could seize the opportunity at this moment, find Lin Bei's weakness, and defeat him in one move.

Who knew that Lin Bei had no sense of martial ethics at all, and started his attack from zero frames, uttering a single word, "idiot," which made him furious.

Luo Tianhong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging anger in her chest, gritted her teeth, stared intently at Lin Bei, and asked, word by word.

"Lin Bei! What did you just say?"

"Try it again if you dare..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Bei's light, airy voice came over again, every word clear and distinct, as if afraid that someone might not hear it clearly.

"Luo Tianhong, I'm going to work at 8 AM."

Lin Bei had already seen through Luo Tianhong's intentions.

He just wanted to hurl insults at him, to break his defenses in front of everyone, so he could gain an advantage when they fought later.

But Luo Tianhong completely miscalculated.

Lin Bei is never inferior to anyone when it comes to cursing.

Having spent so many years in Mong Kok, what kind of vulgar language haven't I heard?

What kind of swear words haven't you said?

As the saying goes, to catch a thief, first catch the king; to insult someone, first insult their mother.

Just as Lin Bei was using the most vicious four-character curse in the world, Luo Tianhong was still babbling away.

"ah!!!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Luo Tianhong let out a beast-like roar, instantly becoming enraged, his eyes turning red.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and like a mad bull, he charged headlong at Lin Bei.

In the audience, Lian Haolong's brows furrowed tightly.

"Oh no!"

"What's wrong with Tianhong?"

"So impatient?"

"If you get so easily angered by a few words of criticism, how will you be able to shoulder important responsibilities in the future?"

Upon hearing this, even Hao Dong, A Fa, and the others all turned to look at him, their expressions incredibly interesting.

Dude, if you were asked questions about leaving the factory in front of hundreds of people, you wouldn't be able to keep your composure either.

Can this be blamed on Luo Tianhong?

On the stage, Luo Tianhong and Lin Bei had already exchanged more than a dozen blows.

Luo Tianhong's punches became faster and faster, each punch carrying a sharp gust of wind, as if he wanted to blast Lin Bei into pieces with a single blow.

His boxing style incorporates elements of Tai Chi, Mantis Boxing, and Tongbei Boxing. It is completely devoid of probing and leaves no room for error; every move is aimed at killing.

But Lin Bei was like a piece of chewing gum, sticking tightly to him, defending while attacking, and always finding an opening to counterattack while dodging and turning.

He would occasionally retaliate with a punch or a palm strike. Although the force was not great, each strike accurately hit Luo Tianhong's most painful spot, causing him great pain.

After more than twenty moves, Luo Tianhong became increasingly anxious and flustered.

Driven by his eagerness to win, he suddenly changed his moves, using his fingers as a sword. He brought two fingers of his right hand together like the tip of a sword and thrust them out at Lin Bei's throat. This was his signature move.

A sword aimed at the throat!

He had used this move to slit the throats of countless opponents.

Lin Bei's lips curled up, a hint of triumphant smile flashing in his eyes.

He shifted to the side, and the sharp sword finger only pierced the air through his collar.

Just as Luo Tianhong unleashed his powerful, wide-open attack, Lin Bei unleashed a powerful upward punch with both fists!

"ha!"

"A towering cannon!"

"Bang bang bang!"

That was the sound of a fist slamming solidly into a jawbone, making everyone in the audience gasp.

Lin Bei's explosive power was terrifyingly powerful; his fists struck Luo Tianhong's jaw precisely from below.

Immediately afterward, he flipped over and used the momentum to deliver an even heavier elbow strike to Luo Tianhong's chest!

Luo Tianhong was sent flying and crashed heavily onto the ring, groaning in pain as she struggled to get up, only to find that her body seemed to have no will to obey her.

The host quickly stepped forward and began the countdown.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven..."

Just as the host was about to read the word "one", Luo Tianhong suddenly sprang up from the ground with a somersault!