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

He glanced around, taking in everyone's gaze.

He knew he had completely lost tonight.

It wasn't just a matter of physical strength that led to the defeat, but also a loss of morale.

"call……"

Di Qiu let out a heavy sigh, glanced at Chen Luojun in the crowd with resentment, and then looked at Lin Bei with hatred.

Without saying a word, he flicked his sleeves, turned around, jumped off the stage, and strode towards the martial arts school gate without looking back.

Don't say harsh words, and don't leave any evidence against them.

This was his final act of dignity.

As Di Qiu's departing figure disappeared through the doorway, the atmosphere inside and outside the martial arts hall became completely electric.

Not only the people from Hung Hing, but even the lottery players who had lost money cheered.

Some people genuinely cheered for the game, while others just wanted to vent their frustrations through the excitement.

In any case, tonight the Hung Hing Martial Arts Academy has become one of the most bustling places on Hong Kong Island.

From this moment on, Hung Hing's status in the underworld rose to another level.

Who would dare to provoke a triad that simultaneously possesses the strongest martial arts expert and the top-ranked fighter in Hong Kong?

……

Da da da da!

Gunfire and explosions had been going on for a long time inside Kowloon Walled City.

The narrow alleyway was filled with smoke, and the firelight made the surroundings flicker.

"Crow! Crow! Did you hear me?"

Smiling Tiger leaned against a wall riddled with bullet holes, holding a walkie-talkie and shouting hoarsely.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and the smile he usually wore was nowhere to be seen.

"A team suddenly appeared from behind us. The leader was too fierce; they swept through our ranks, and more than a dozen of my brothers have already died!"

"If we continue fighting like this, we're doomed to defeat!"

A piercing static crackled from the walkie-talkie, followed by the cawing of crows, gunshots, and heavy breathing.

"Damn it!"

"How did Hung Hing know we were attacking the Walled City tonight?"

"Could there be... a mole within the organization?"

The crow's cries sounded both alarmed and angry.

He was now at the forefront of the battle, with fewer and fewer people around him. He went through magazine after magazine, but the security personnel in the stronghold seemed endless.

"Never mind that, let's figure out a way to break through!"

"Otherwise, we'll be surrounded and defeated sooner or later!"

The smiling tiger roared.

The crow was silent for a moment, then slowly uttered a sentence.

"Get the RPG out!"

"Blast my way out!"

There was a half-second silence on the walkie-talkie.

Smiling Tiger and Da Dong exchanged a glance across the alley, both seeing the ruthlessness in each other's eyes.

Both of them gritted their teeth and nodded simultaneously.

"Move the RPG!"

The henchmen immediately crouched down and took out two rocket launchers from the boxes behind them.

The RPG gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen in the dimly lit alley.

A strong and burly henchman carried the rocket launcher on his shoulder and frantically loaded the ammunition.

At the other end of the alleyway in the city walled village, Wang Jianguo and Abu were leading their men to press forward.

They carried submachine guns and personally charged to the front, their eyes fierce as if they wanted to devour people.

The men behind them split into several groups, advancing along the alley under alternating cover, gradually shrinking the space for the East Star gunmen to operate.

"Quick! Don't let them get away!"

As Wang Jianguo waved his hand, the security guards behind him were about to rush forward when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a reflective spot at the entrance of the alley across the street.

That's an RPG rocket launcher.

Wang Jianguo's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Everyone! Spread out immediately! Lie down!"

He practically screamed it out.

Abu was the first to react, and he dashed into the alley.

Without a second thought, the dozens of well-trained security guards behind him instinctively lunged to either side.

Some people rolled into the pile of debris by the alley, some broke open the wooden door and rushed into the house next door, and some simply lay down on the ground.

At the same moment, two dazzling trails of flame shot out from the alley entrance.

Boom! Boom!

The grenade entered the alley almost instantly, and the shockwave from the explosion overturned everything in its path.

A large hole was blasted in the wall, and broken bricks and pieces of iron flew everywhere like shrapnel.

Several security guards who were unable to dodge were thrown into the air by the blast wave; some crashed into the wall and lost consciousness, while others lay motionless on the ground.

In such narrow alleys, the destructive power of RPGs is amplified to the extreme.

Anyone within a dozen meters has virtually no chance of survival.

Wang Jianguo ran fast enough and dove behind a nearby wall.

Even so, the shockwave from the explosion still caused him severe ear pain, a buzzing in his head, and blurred vision for a while.

He lay on the ground, shook his head, and when the scenery before him became clear again, the Dongxing gang had disappeared from the alley.

"I'm awesome!"

Wang Jianguo slammed his fist into the ground, and when he stood up, he was swaying.

He picked up the walkie-talkie, his voice as cold as ice.

"Everyone, listen up!"

"Each group will consist of ten people, led by their respective squad leader, to conduct a thorough search of the fortified village!"

"There's only one objective: to hunt down that invading team."

"I don't need any survivors!"

"Shoot anyone you see."

"Regardless of whether they are armed or not, leave no one alive."

The walkie-talkie crackled with "Received."

Wang Jianguo turned around, looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and his eyes immediately reddened.

Most of these people were his old brothers who had followed him from the north.

I just received my bonus a while ago, and before I could even finish making all the phone calls to treat people to meals and send money home, I'm lying in this narrow, dark alley today.

"Fuck your mother, Dongxing."

Wang Jianguo gritted his teeth and said, word by word:

"If I don't dig you all out one by one and skin you alive, I'll write my name Wang Jianguo backwards."

……

Sha Tin, Tung Sing Tong.

Sandfly stood at the second-floor window, listening to the increasingly close shouts of battle outside, completely dumbfounded.

"What?"

"What's gotten into the Hung Hing gang? Why are they suddenly attacking our branch?"

He turned around, grabbed the messenger by the collar, and stared wide-eyed.

"Say it again? Who's leading the team?"

The young man turned pale with fright and answered in a trembling voice:

"B-Boss, we really didn't get any information."

"Suddenly, Hung Hing people were everywhere."

"The leaders are said to be Binny Tiger Hanbin and Slim Eyes, who came from Kwai Tsing and Kowloon at the same time."

"They've already taken half our street, and the brothers can't hold on much longer."

Sandfly let go and spun around twice in place, like an ant on a hot pan.

"Can't hold on?"

"Even if we can't hold on, we have to!"

He stopped and glared fiercely at the underling.

"Go and fetch everyone you can right now!"

"Tell them, for every Hung Hing member you chop up, I'll personally reward you with a pack of powder!"

"Kill two, get three packs!"

"Kill five of them, then I'll help him rise to power!"

His voice became shrill, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"Yes, boss!"

The underling swallowed hard, hesitated before giving a reluctant reply, and then turned and ran out.

As Sha Meng watched his retreating figure, he leaned against the wall, utterly exhausted.

He knew very well that he couldn't win this battle tonight.

Han Bin and Xi Yan are both veteran leaders of Hung Hing, and their men are both capable fighters and united.

With just his small force in Sha Tin, how can we possibly stop him?

But he knew he couldn't run.

Camel entrusted Shatin to him. If he runs away, there will truly be no place for him in Tung Sing.

Thinking of this, Sandman straightened up, walked to the cabinet, and took out a Black Star pistol from inside.

He pulled back the barrel, checked the magazine, and then tucked the gun behind his waist.

Anyway, let's hold on for a while.

At the very least, we can't let the Hung Hing people think that Tung Sing is weak and easy to bully.

He then picked up the phone and dialed Camel's number, intending to ask the main hall for help.

"Hey, Brother Luo, something terrible has happened!"