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

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei not only wasn't angry, but instead chuckled.

He flicked his cigarette ash, stood up, walked over to Chen Luojun, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You brat, you've only just joined my gang and you're already thinking of leaving to go solo?"

Lin Bei's tone was somewhat teasing, but his eyes gradually became serious.

"Stop imitating Chan Ho-nam all the time, always saying you'll take care of everything yourself."

"If Chan Ho-nam were truly capable, he wouldn't always have his brothers cleaning up his messes."

"Do you think that if we announce our separation from Hung Hing, they won't come after us?"

Don't be naive.

He turned around and walked to the window.

"Di Qiu and Tiger want you dead, but do you really think they went to all this trouble just to capture a junior like you?"

"In their eyes, your life is nothing compared to the billions of dollars worth of property in the Walled City."

"What they want is to use your fire to drive Hung Hing out of the Walled City."

Lin Bei paused, turned around, and his tone turned cold.

"Furthermore, your current identity, Chen Luojun, is that of a member of Hung Hing."

"If they touch you, it's the same as touching Hung Hing."

"If my disciples are chased and killed in the street, and I, as their boss, don't even dare to utter a sound, who would want to follow Lin Bei in the future?"

Chen Luojun was stunned.

He had a lot to say, but now he couldn't utter a single word.

He never expected Lin Bei to be so protective of his own.

After all, he had only just joined and hadn't even formally paid respects to the martial arts school. His relationship with Lin Bei was merely that of Xin Yi.

Given Lin Bei's current status in the underworld, protecting an unknown nobody like him would be as simple as making a call; there's absolutely no need to go to war with seasoned veterans like Di Qiu and Tiger.

But Lin Bei had already stated that he would protect him to the end.

Chen Luojun fears he can never repay this debt of gratitude in his lifetime.

"Brother Bei..."

Chen Luojun's lips moved, his voice trembling slightly.

Lin Bei waved his hand, sat back down in the main seat, and took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it.

"Alright, enough with the sentimental stuff."

"I'll figure out a way to handle this."

Feng Yuxiu, who had been sitting silently to the side, suddenly spoke up when he heard this.

"Mr. Lin, why go to such trouble?"

"Tonight I'll set up a ring at the martial arts gym and let them come and fight."

"Come one, I'll cripple one."

"Give me two, and I'll ruin a pair."

"This will save those blind fools from causing trouble every few days. If we beat them hard enough, they'll behave themselves."

His tone was nonchalant, but the murderous aura emanating from his words sent a chill down Chen Luojun's spine.

Chen Luojun looked at Feng Yuxiu with gratitude and bowed deeply again.

"Master Feng, I'm so sorry for troubling you with my matter."

Feng Yuxiu walked over, patted Chen Luojun on the shoulder, and looked him up and down.

"Don't underestimate yourself, kid. I just checked your physique."

"He has some martial arts background, but his training is not solid, his routines are mixed, and his foundation is shallow."

"However, he is much more resistant to blows than the average person, and he is also very strong."

"As long as you are willing to work hard, it is not impossible to reach the Dark Force level within three years."

Feng Yuxiu's casual remark sparked a flash of inspiration in Lin Bei's mind.

Set up a challenge, have a martial arts competition, take on apprentices, make money...

Have it.

Lin Bei suddenly stood up, a sly smile appearing on his lips, and twirled the cigarette between his fingers twice.

"Hehe, I have an idea."

"Firstly, it can resolve Luo Jun's current predicament, and secondly, it can allow the gang to make a fortune."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door of the martial arts school was pushed open from the outside.

"Abei! Master Feng!"

Liang Kun swaggered in, arm in arm with a curvaceous, fair-skinned, and beautiful woman.

He was wearing a floral shirt with the collar wide open, revealing a gold chain as thick as a chopstick around his neck. He had a toothpick dangling from his mouth, and his face was full of impatience.

"There are rumors going around that someone is coming to attack our martial arts gym tonight."

"Which bastard has the audacity to run wild on our Hung Hing territory?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to give the fire extinguisher's pert rear end a pinch.

Judging from their posture, it seemed like they were ready to grab their weapons and start fighting at any moment.

Lin Bei and Feng Yuxiu exchanged a glance and simultaneously revealed a knowing smile.

"Boss, you've come at the perfect time."

"I happen to have something that I need you, the leader, to handle."

Liang Kun scratched his head in confusion and spat the toothpick onto the ground.

"What's wrong?"

"Why go to such lengths? Do you really need me to show up?"

Lin Bei stepped forward, put his arm around Liang Kun's shoulder, and whispered something in his ear.

At first, Liang Kun frowned, then his eyes slowly brightened, and finally he slapped his thigh.

"Good lad!"

"You actually came up with this kind of money-making scheme!"

"Okay, I'll take care of it!"

"I'll first arrange for someone to notify Big D of Wo Luen Shing, and ask him to find someone to help print the materials."

"This kind of good thing wouldn't be possible without that kid."

After saying that, he grabbed the fire extinguisher and hurriedly turned and walked out of the martial arts school.

......

At 8 p.m. that evening, a convoy slowly drove up to the front of the Hung Hing Martial Arts School.

Leading the way was an older Mercedes, followed by two luxury MPVs. Seven or eight burly henchmen jumped out of the cars and spread out in a well-trained manner, forming a semi-circle around the Mercedes' doors.

Tornado was half-invited and half-carried out of the car by Di Qiu and Tiger.

Xin Yi and Twelve Young Masters followed behind them, their expressions tense.

They knew this matter wouldn't end well tonight, but no one knew exactly how bad it would turn out.

Just then, a henchman came running from the direction of the martial arts school, his steps hurried, and he almost tripped on the stone steps by the roadside.

He ran up to Di Qiu, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and reported breathlessly.

"Oh no, Brother Qiu!"

"The martial arts gym was packed with people both inside and out!"

"The scene was even more extravagant than a flower market during Chinese New Year; it was packed with people, even TV reporters were there!"

Upon hearing this, Di Qiu, Tiger Lord, and Tornado all changed their expressions.

What's going on?

Isn't it supposed to be a one-on-one fight between Feng Yuxiu and Tiger Lord?

Why make such a big fuss?

Could it be that Lin Bei changed his mind halfway through and turned the one-on-one duel into a free-for-all?

Even if it's a chaotic fight, what's the point of calling in TV reporters?

Could it be that Lin Bei really dares to bring the gang fight into the open?

Filled with questions, Di Qiu suddenly turned to look at Long Juanfeng, his gaze so cold it seemed he wanted to kill her.

"Ah Long, don't tell me you didn't know!"

"Ah Qiu, I've been with you guys all day. Where would I have found the time to tip you off? I haven't even touched the phone!"

"Hmph, who knows? Anyway, you have two good underlings who are willing to run errands for you, so it's normal for them to do it for you."

"Brother Qiu, that's going too far!"

Xin Yi couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward.

His face turned bright red, and his chest heaved violently.

Tornado had been trying to appease the three of them all day, but Di Qiu was all talk and no action, constantly expressing doubt and accusations.