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

The arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a deafening roar of cheers.

"Gao Jin! Gao Jin! Gao Jin!"

The shouts were deafening, almost lifting the roof off the martial arts school, and even pedestrians on the street outside stopped to look.

The audience members who had bet on Gao Jin's victory waved their betting tickets, so excited they were almost jumping for joy.

Some people had already stood up and started calculating how much they could win, grinning from ear to ear.

Those who bet on Tiger to win were mostly elderly spectators, and their faces were extremely grim.

Some people crumpled their betting tickets into a ball and slammed them on the ground, some slapped their thighs and cursed, and a few hot-tempered people almost got into fights with the people celebrating next to them.

Chen Luojun, Xin Yi, and Twelfth Young Master were stunned by this display of power and looked at each other in disbelief.

They knew Gao Jin was a good fighter, but they didn't expect him to fight so easily, defeating Tiger, a seasoned veteran who had dominated Yau Ma Tei for decades, in no time.

"This...this is too intense..."

Chen Luojun murmured.

Xin stood next to him and swallowed.

He suddenly felt a sense of relief that he had joined Hung Hing.

If it were him standing opposite Gao Jin tonight, he probably wouldn't even last three moves.

Twelfth Master did not join them in their sighs.

He rushed onto the stage immediately, bent down, and carefully helped Tiger up.

No matter what, Tiger had been kind to him and was also his former boss.

When Twelve Young Master was a child, he was bullied in the walled city. It was Tiger who gave him food and taught him how to be a person.

Even though we are now on opposing sides, we must not forget our roots.

"Tiger, are you alright?"

Tiger leaned against him, his face pale, and cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He waved his hand, indicating that he wouldn't die.

But his arm was still trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he had fallen quite hard.

"I'm not as skilled as them, there's nothing to say."

His voice was very soft, almost only 12th Master could hear it.

Twelfth Young Master felt a lump in his throat, said nothing, and helped Tiger Master step by step off the stage and head towards the rest area.

......

In a private room on the second floor, Liang Kun laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Hahaha! As expected of Ah Jin!"

"That was a brilliant move!"

"What Tiger Lord? He's like a sick cat in front of him!"

"His fighting prowess is so great that probably only Master Fung in the entire Hung Hing triad can rival him!"

Lin Bei sat on the sofa, legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, and smiled nonchalantly.

"I knew it all along."

"Ah Jin's skill level is two levels higher than Tiger's, and he's young and strong. It would be truly shameful if he were forced into a state of chaos by a middle-aged man."

"So this match was never going to be a suspenseful one."

"But boss, did you have someone calculate the odds on the outside?"

"How much can we make from this fight?"

Just as Liang Kun was about to start calculating the bill, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Wang Jianjun rushed in, his face extremely grim.

"Mr. Lin, something terrible has happened!"

Lin Bei paused in his drink and looked up at Wang Jianjun.

"Don't rush, tell me slowly."

"Explain what happened clearly."

"Just now, the walled city was attacked!"

"A group of heavily armed bandits launched a fierce attack from the main gate. There were nearly a hundred of them, and their firepower was extremely strong."

"Zhang San has already led his men to take over, but the enemy's attack was too sudden. Our men were caught off guard, and now the battle line has been pushed back to the heart of the fortress!"

Wang Jianjun finished speaking in one breath, his forehead covered in sweat.

Liang Kun jumped up from the sofa with a "whoosh," and the smile on his face vanished without a trace.

"What?! What the hell?!"

"Who dares to be so bold as to attack my stronghold!"

Lin Bei also stood up, his face grim.

He focused all his attention on Di Qiu and the arena match tonight, leaving only basic defensive forces on the walled city.

He never expected that someone would stab him in the back at this critical juncture.

"Who are they?"

"Still being confirmed."

"But judging from the firepower and the people leading the charge, they are very likely from Dongxing."

Lin Bei's pupils contracted slightly.

East Star Camel?

He had calculated everything, taking into account the reactions of Di Qiu and Tiger, but he overlooked this transnational drug trafficking gang entrenched in the New Territories.

This group of people kept to themselves and didn't usually have any direct conflicts of interest with him.

But they dared to attack the walled city tonight; there must be something wrong with that.

"Immediately notify Jian Guo and have him lead all available people to the fortress to provide support."

"The fortified city must not be lost!"

"Yes, Mr. Lin!"

Wang Jianjun turned and ran out of the office, picked up the satellite phone and began making arrangements.

He made a phone call to Wang Jianguo, briefly explained the situation, and then began to coordinate the security forces at the martial arts school.

Watching Wang Jianjun's departing figure, Liang Kun couldn't sit still and paced back and forth in the private room.

"Ah Bei, I'm really worried."

"Alright, have Abu transfer a group of men from the martial arts school to me, and I'll immediately lead my men to the stronghold to provide support!"

"I'd like to see which of the Tung Sing families has the audacity to dare touch my territory, Young Kwan's!"

Lin Bei shook his head, downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, stood up, walked to the window, and glanced outside.

"Boss, calm down."

"Since Tung Sing dared to attack the walled city tonight, it means they had made ample preparations long ago."

"I'm certain there are Tung Sing spies outside the martial arts school right now, and there might even be gunmen lying in wait for us."

"As soon as we step out of the martial arts gym, they'll swarm us like flies."

"If an anonymous phone call comes to the police station, we'll all be cornered on the street by the officers."

"Not to mention the competition is still going on at the martial arts gym."

"If we leave now, the entire martial arts school will be in complete chaos."

"And Di Qiu and his gang are still sitting down there watching us."

Upon hearing this, Liang Kun sullenly sat back on the sofa, took a deep drag on his cigar, and exhaled a large cloud of smoke.

"What a damn bad luck."

"What was supposed to be a perfectly good boxing match has become a yoke around our own necks..."

shackles?

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei had a sudden inspiration.

He suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Liang Kun.

"What did you just say?"

"I said this boxing match has become a shackle for us, so what? Isn't that right?"

Liang Kun looked confused.

Lin Bei did not answer, but slowly paced a few steps, his brows furrowed.

Why did Tung Sing Camel choose this time, risking a full-scale war with Hung Hing, to launch a surprise attack on Kowloon Walled City?

Ultimately, what organized crime does boils down to is profit.

Unless there's an enormous benefit, those traitors would never dare to mess with Hung Hing's territory.

Could it be... that someone is behind this?

Lin Bei subconsciously walked to the window and looked down at the rest area below.

Di Qiu was sitting there, whispering something to Tornado.

His expression was calm, showing no signs of anything unusual.

"Perhaps I know who ordered Tung Sing to do it."

Lin Bei spoke slowly.