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

Liang Kun remained silent.

Lin Bei picked up the wine bottle, poured a glass of red wine for each of them, and pushed one of the glasses in front of Liang Kun.

There's an old saying that goes, "A son of a wealthy family will not sit under a dangerous roof."

"We two brothers are no longer those petty thugs who risk their lives for money on the streets."

"You, Liang Kun, are the leader of Hung Hing, and I, Lin Bei, am the second-in-command of Hung Hing."

Both are powerful figures in their respective fields, billionaires!

"Let the people below fight if they should."

"The right way is for us to take charge from the center and strategize."

He raised his glass, swirled it gently, and his composed smile returned to his face.

"Once tonight is over, we'll take Sha Tin, defend the Walled City, and crush Tung Sing's power."

"When the time comes, you can deal with the sand bugs however you want, I won't stop you."

Liang Kun picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and finally a smile spread across his face.

"OK."

"You always have a way with words, kid. People who have been to school are different."

"You can give the order for me to capture the sand bug alive if possible. I want to loosen its muscles and bones myself."

"I've been too irritable lately, if I keep holding it in, I'll get constipated."

"Don't worry, I'll have Han Bin keep the person for you."

Lin Bei smiled and agreed.

He turned to look at Wang Jianjun, then suddenly seemed to remember something and added another sentence.

"Jianjun, once the situation in the fortress has stabilized, have Zhang San verify the identities of all the Dongxing gang members."

"Especially the ringleaders, none of them should be let go."

"Yes, Mr. Lin."

Wang Jianjun noted down the order and turned to go out and make the arrangements.

As he walked to the door, he happened to run into Feng Yuxiu, who was pushing the door open and coming in.

Feng Yuxiu had already changed his clothes, wearing a black training uniform and soft-soled cloth shoes. His left leg was slightly uncomfortable when he walked, but his aura was surprisingly heavy.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Li, it's my turn to go on stage next."

"I'm going down now."

"Okay, go ahead."

Lin Bei nodded.

Liang Kun stood up, walked to Feng Yuxiu's side, and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Master Feng, I've staked ten million on you."

"If you win, I'll give you an extra two million as a prize!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuxiu's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his usually expressionless face.

"Don't worry, Mr. Li, you're guaranteed to make money."

Lin Bei listened from the side and shook his head helplessly.

"You guys are all addicted to fleecing the club, aren't you?"

"Ah Jin had someone bet five million, and you bet ten million more. You're trying to bankrupt me."

"Haha! You make so much money, how can you not let us brothers share in the profits?"

Leung Kwan laughed without a care in the world.

Amidst the laughter and conversation, the host's voice could be heard from downstairs.

"Distinguished guests! The next match is tonight's third and decisive one!"

"The two sides facing off... the Dragon King, the guardian dragon of Kowloon Walled City!"

"And Master Feng Yuxiu, the head instructor of the Hung Hing Martial Arts School!"

"Please welcome our two contestants to the stage!"

Cheers echoed up from downstairs, making the floorboards tremble slightly.

Feng Yuxiu cupped his hands in greeting to the two men, then turned and left the private room, walking up the stairs towards the arena.

Lin Bei and Liang Kun stood by the window, watching the two figures slowly walking towards the arena below.

"Abei, do you think Master Feng can win?"

"The tornado is getting old after all."

Lin Bei said softly:

"Ten years ago, it would have been hard to say what would have happened."

"But the current tornado can't withstand a hundred moves from Feng Yuxiu."

He picked up his glass and added another sentence.

"But this person deserves a dignified end."

......

On the arena.

Tornado, dressed in a gray training uniform, slowly walked up the steps.

He hadn't stepped onto such a formal ring for many years. The last time he stood on the stage in front of so many people was decades ago in the underground boxing ring of the Walled City.

Back then, he was young and impetuous, and his iron fists subdued the entire Hong Kong underworld.

Tonight, he took off the brown sunglasses he always wore.

When his face was fully exposed to the lights, the audience couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of admiration.

This face isn't particularly handsome, but it possesses a sharpness and majesty honed by time.

His brow bone was high, his eye sockets were deep, and his gaze was still so sharp that people dared not look directly at him.

If it weren't for his extreme thinness and pale complexion, no one would guess that this middle-aged man standing on the stage was already suffering from late-stage lung cancer.

"Is this a tornado?"

"Nonsense, the guardian deity of the walled city, you think this is a joke?"

"He still has the presence, but his body looks a bit weak..."

"Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; let's wait and see."

The audience whispered among themselves; no one dared to speak loudly.

The name "Tornado" has been known in Hong Kong's underworld for decades. Even though everyone knows he's sick and old now, the deep-seated fear still lingers.

Feng Yuxiu walked onto the ring from the other side.

His appearance also caused quite a stir.

His all-black training uniform, combined with his thin frame and limping gait, made him look unremarkable.

But anyone who has trained at the Hung Hing Martial Arts School knows how terrifying this cripple is.

Of the more than 40,000 fighters in Hung Hing, almost all of the core members were trained by him.

Huo Baoming, Yaowen, Chen Bingwen, Ahua, Datou, Xiaobawang—which of them wasn't a ruthless character he personally trained?

Not to mention a monster like Gao Jin, who treats him as an equal.

These two people are standing on the same stage.

One was the pinnacle of martial arts in Hong Kong's underworld in the last era, and the other was the martial arts godfather of Hung Hing in this era.

An old man and a young man, legends from two different eras, meet on this small arena.

The entire audience held their breath, and even those holding lottery tickets dared not make a sound, for fear of missing a single moment.

"Feng Yuxiu of Hung Hing Martial Arts School, please give me your instruction."

Feng Yuxiu cupped his hands in a solemn gesture.

Tornado also raised his hands and returned the greeting.

"Kowloon Walled City, Tornado."

The conversation between the two was extremely brief.

There was no cursing, no shouting, and not even a hint of hostility.

But the more this happens, the greater the pressure in the air becomes.

Everyone knows that when these two people clash, it will be earth-shattering.

"drink!"

Without any unnecessary probing, Feng Yuxiu suddenly sprang into action, like a bamboo pole bent to its limit suddenly straightening.

His limp did not affect his speed; on the contrary, his long-term habit of using only one leg to exert force made his explosive power even more terrifying than that of ordinary people.

The ball of his foot landed on the metal of the ring with a crisp sound, and the entire ring shook.

He leaned to the side and thrust his right fist straight at the tornado's face like a spear.

Tongbei Long Fist is so fierce that it seems to tear through the air, with both speed and power at their maximum.

This punch showed no mercy; it was aimed at ending the fight from the start.

Tornado's eyes narrowed.

He neither retreated nor hid.

Instead, lower your waist and brace yourself.

His frail body, in a very short time, burst forth with an incredible surge of former vigor.

His right arm suddenly twisted out, his fist followed his body's turn, and his strength followed his fist.

The technique he used was the Whirlwind Fist, which had been unparalleled in the martial arts world for decades.

The two fists collided with a loud crash.

boom!

A tremendous explosion rang out, and a powerful shockwave emanated from where the two men clashed, causing the canvas covering the arena to billow.

The audience members felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, and some who were close by even leaned back instinctively.