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

His face turned a deep purplish-red, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

"What if I said I wanted to refuse?"

Di Qiu spoke slowly and deliberately, almost as if he were squeezing the words out from between his teeth.

The smile on Lin Bei's face gradually faded.

He crossed his arms and looked down at Di Qiu.

"Can."

"But this is the rule: if you refuse to compete, it's equivalent to surrendering without a fight."

"From now on, you are not allowed to cause trouble for Chen Luojun anymore."

"These hundreds of audience members tonight are all witnesses."

Upon hearing this, Di Qiu's face flushed instantly, his chest heaved violently, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He stared intently at Lin Bei, wishing he could rush up and tear this little bastard to pieces.

But his remaining rationality told him that he couldn't make a move in this situation, or he would really fall into Lin Bei's trap.

"If I participate in the competition and win, Chen Luojun will be under my control?"

His voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed killing intent.

Although all eyes were on him at that moment, the gazes of those martial arts figures held various meanings...

There was curiosity, mockery, sympathy, and excitement of watching the spectacle, but Di Qiu, blinded by his desire for revenge, clearly didn't care about any of that.

He didn't care about face or reputation as long as he could get revenge.

"certainly."

"As long as you win the game, you can take Chen Luojun away as you please, and I, Lin Bei, will not say a word."

Lin Bei turned his gaze to Tiger, a smile appearing on his lips.

"But if you lose..."

"The 'Gang of Styles' must withdraw from Yau Ma Tei."

Upon hearing this, Tiger jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"What did you say?!"

"Why should you use my territory as a wager?!"

He almost rushed up to Lin Bei, pointing his finger at Lin Bei's nose and about to start cursing.

Upon seeing this, the security company's bodyguards immediately surrounded them, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Lin Bei didn't even blink, just calmly looking at Di Qiu.

"How is it?"

"Can you stand up for your brother?"

Di Qiu remained silent for a moment. His mind raced with calculations.

There are three of us: myself, Tiger, and Tornado.

On the surface, Feng Yuxiu is the only one who can fight against the other side.

Since Lin Bei set up a best-of-three match, it means he must have arranged for others to join him.

Who would that be?

Could it be Ko Chun, one of Hung Hing's top lieutenants?

But given the current situation, he didn't have time to think too much.

"No problem, I can make the decision."

"Brother Qiu!"

Tiger was getting anxious and tried to stop it.

Di Qiu turned his head and whispered to Tiger:

"Don't worry, with Ah Long here, we won't lose."

"You and I know his strength best."

"Even if Feng Yuxiu is a great fighter, with Ah Long and me teaming up, it's a best-of-three series. The advantage is on my side!"

Tiger opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his rebuttal.

He glanced at Tornado, then at Di Qiu, and finally nodded through gritted teeth.

"Well... okay then."

Seeing that they had reached a consensus, Di Qiu turned around to face Lin Bei again, opened his arms, and raised his voice.

"Our team has been finalized... It will be me, Di Qiu, Tiger, and Tornado."

"And you?"

He looked at Lin Bei defiantly.

"What, Hung Hing can't produce three capable fighters?"

"Or do you, Lin Bei, want me to get involved personally?"

Lin Bei shook his head slightly, and his signature smile reappeared on his face.

"Boss Di is joking."

"Lin Bei is a civil official, how can he compete with you military officers for jobs?"

He raised his hand and clapped twice gently.

clap clap!

The lights in the room suddenly went out.

Several spotlights shone from different directions, converging on the three figures beside the arena.

Feng Yuxiu.

Gao Jin.

And Li Jie.

Lin Bei pointed to the three people in turn and introduced them in a loud voice.

"These three are the crown jewels of our Hung Hing Martial Arts School."

"Former headmaster Gao Jin, head instructor Feng Yuxiu, and martial arts director Li Jie!"

"Tonight, these three will represent our Hung Hing Martial Arts School and exchange skills with several senior figures in the martial arts world."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers and whistles.

Gao Jin and Feng Yuxiu were simply too famous.

One was Hung Hing's Double Flower Red Pole, the number one gold medal thug.

The other one is the chief instructor of Hung Hing, a martial arts master who taught tens of thousands of Hung Hing members martial arts.

Either of these two individuals would be a ruthless figure capable of shaking the martial arts world.

As for Li Jie, although he was unfamiliar with the character, someone who could fight alongside these two generals must be a force to be reckoned with.

Di Qiu's gaze swept over the three of them one by one, his pupils shrinking slightly.

He was certainly aware of Gao Jin and Feng Yuxiu's strength.

As for Li Jie, he didn't know him, but the more unfamiliar the opponent, the more uncertain he felt.

What the hell is Lin Bei up to?

Di Qiu suppressed his unease and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

"Let's not delay, let's arrange the match."

"Alright! Staff, get ready. The competition will officially begin in half an hour!"

At Lin Bei's command, the entire martial arts school immediately sprang into action.

Staff members ran up and down to check the ring, cameramen adjusted camera positions, and people from all walks of life in the audience found their seats.

Lok Wai-ching stood in front of the camera and began her broadcast in her signature voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first friendly martial arts tournament spontaneously organized by a local martial arts group in Hong Kong."

"Tonight's guests include not only many heavyweight seniors from Hong Kong's martial arts community, but also well-known figures from various organizations..."

"The match will be a best-of-three series, with each side fielding three players."

The winner will receive a special prize provided by the organizers...

Her words were transmitted in real time to thousands of households via camera signals.

When the news spread, the entire island of Hong Kong was in an uproar.

……

Two and a half hours ago, at the headquarters of He Lian Sheng.

Big D sat with his legs crossed, a cigar dangling from his lips, leaning back in the leather sofa.

There were seven or eight mobile phones on the coffee table in front of him, vibrating incessantly.

Sitting next to him were Jimmy, Airplane, Dongguan Boy, and a group of Wo Luen Shing triad leaders and key members, each holding a phone and shouting into the receiver, directing their underlings to do their jobs.

"Lay another 5,000 sheets in North Point!"

"Not enough manpower in Tsim Sha Tsui? Then pull people from Yau Ma Tei! Don't you dare slack off!"

"What? Sold out? Why didn't you print a few more copies?!"

Big D took the cigar out of his mouth and patted the coffee table.

"Listen up, everyone!"

"This time the time is tight and the task is urgent. The lottery betting market must be covered throughout Hong Kong within one hour."

"If anyone in charge of a district messes up, don't blame me, Big D, for being ruthless!"

Everyone nodded in agreement and busied themselves dialing numbers, turning the room into complete chaos.

Jimmy didn't make the call with the others.

He hesitated for a moment, then moved closer to Big D and asked in a low voice.

"Brother D, haven't Di Qiu and his group arrived at the martial arts gym to confirm the match yet?"

"What if they refuse to pay out? If we sell lottery tickets and can't redeem them, wouldn't that ruin our reputation?"

Upon hearing this, Big D looked at Jimmy with a disappointed expression.

"Jimmy, Jimmy, why can't you think straight?"

"Who are we?"

Jimmy was taken aback, and blurted out.

"The mafia, huh?"

"You've been in the underworld for so long, when have you ever seen us return anything we've sold?"

"Huh? This..."

Jimmy was completely stunned. Could someone really do that?

"But...but selling fake lottery tickets is illegal."

He lowered his voice.

Big D couldn't help but laugh, and choked on his cigarette from laughing.

"Idiot! If a fight doesn't break out tonight, this isn't a lottery ticket, it's just a piece of waste paper."

"Do you understand waste paper?"

"If you tell someone it's a lottery ticket, they'll report you to the police station."

"But if you tell people it's a souvenir, they'll just think you're stupid."

He flicked off the ash from his cigarette and continued.

"Besides, that kid Lin Bei already made all the arrangements."

"Once Di Qiu enters the martial arts school, this match tonight is inevitable."

"Don't worry, he can't escape."

"What if something really goes wrong?"

"If a real fight breaks out, then the lottery ticket is real."

"If you lose, you lose money; if you win, you make a profit."

"Do I need to teach you such a simple principle?"

"Go, go, go, hurry up and take your people to run errands."

"The bigger the betting odds tonight, the more money we'll make!"

"Okay, sure!"

Jimmy was completely bewildered by Big D's twisted logic and, in a daze, led his men out to work.

Big D watched Jimmy's departing figure, feeling extremely happy.

He leaned back into the sofa, took a deep drag on his cigar, and smiled contentedly.

Lin Bei, that kid, is really quick-witted.

He can figure out any way to make money.

Rename the lottery to "Betting Tickets," it sounds like playing a game.

Even if the police come knocking, they have plenty of excuses.

Moreover, they also tampered with the prize redemption mechanism for these "guessing tickets".

The prizes listed on the coupons were all physical items... TVs, refrigerators, gold chains, watches, and the like.

Hung Hing's pawnshops can unconditionally buy back these gifts, with only one condition: the gift must be unopened and presented together with the betting tickets.

This is essentially a different kind of gambling.

From the process, there is no cash involved in the gambling; it's simply a "guess the score and win a gift" activity.

But in reality, once the gift is resold, the money is returned, isn't it?

The police tried to investigate, but couldn't find anything out.

Unless they completely dismantle Hung Hing's pawnshops and Wo Luen Shing's "betting lottery" system, they cannot be convicted.

Therefore, when Di Qiu and his group arrived at the Hung Hing Martial Arts School, the entire Hong Kong Island underworld community and ordinary neighbors had already learned about tonight's "battle of the century" through various channels.

People were buying betting tickets, betting on who would win or lose, watching the spectacle, and even looking to profit from the chaos—all sorts of people were there.

The entire Yau Ma Tei was packed with people, with even the area outside the martial arts school surrounded by layers upon layers of people.

The owners of the newsstands were overjoyed; selling newspapers and snacks in just one night was equivalent to half a month's business on a normal day.

As for why Di Qiu and his group were completely unaware of the city's uproar?

Very simple.

The spies they sent out to gather information were wiped out by Wang Jianjun and Wang Jianguo's men two hours earlier.

Not one was left out; they were all invited to a warehouse at the Yau Ma Tei pier for "tea."

Therefore, along the way, all of Di Qiu and his companions' sources of information were cut off, rendering them completely blind and deaf.

And that's exactly what Lin Bei wanted.

He wanted Di Qiu to step into the Hung Hing Martial Arts School without his knowledge.

By the time you see the packed audience and the cameras, it's too late to regret it.

The Hung Hing Martial Arts School's ring is the biggest stage on the entire Hong Kong Island tonight.

Di Qiu, Tiger, and Tornado are merely actors arranged to perform in this grand spectacle.