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

Several times they were almost caught, and the crows and their crew had no choice but to throw pineapple bombs.

The explosion was amplified to a deafening degree in the narrow alleyway, brick walls collapsed, and dust mixed with gunpowder smoke made it impossible to open one's eyes.

The pursuers were temporarily forced back, but they themselves were becoming increasingly panicked.

"Damn it, what's going on? The pursuers are gone, but why do I feel like there are Hung Hing people everywhere?"

The crow leaned against a peeling gray wall, panting heavily, its forehead covered in sweat.

He had only run a few blocks when he encountered a dozen security personnel sniping at them. Each of them fired a few shots and then darted into a nearby doorway, like ghosts.

He didn't even get a good look at what the other person looked like, and he was nearly hit by stray bullets several times.

"That's right, this group of people were all dressed the same in the dark, all in black and equipped with thermal imaging cameras."

The smiling tiger's voice came from the walkie-talkie at his waist, mixed with static and his rapid breathing:

"They'd pop out from the shadows every now and then, fire a few shots, and run away. Luckily, I'm agile, otherwise..."

"what!"

Before he could finish speaking, a scream suddenly rang out from the walkie-talkie, followed by a muffled thud, like something heavy had fallen to the ground.

"Da Dong, save me!"

Just as Smiling Tiger was about to abandon his underlings and run away, Abu, who was hiding in the shadows, shot him in the calf.

The bullet pierced through his side, causing him to lose his balance and fall face down into a pile of wet garbage.

Upon hearing the shouts from the Smiling Tiger behind him, Da Dong suddenly turned around and fired several shots in the direction of the distant gunfire.

The muzzle flashes flickered in the darkness, and bullets clanged against the tin shed.

Just as he was about to rush forward to pull the person away, Wang Jianguo suddenly rushed out from around the corner and opened fire on him with his submachine gun.

"Go to hell, you piece of trash!"

Wang Jianguo's face was blackened by the smoke from the artillery fire, and his eyes were frighteningly red.

In the RPG attack just now, at least twenty of his men were killed or wounded.

Those were his comrades-in-arms, brothers who had shed sweat and blood together, and now they were all turned into cold, lifeless corpses.

He couldn't accept it; his anger surged to the top of his head, making him disregard everything else.

Da da da da!

The submachine gun bullets struck the wall, sending sparks flying and debris scattering everywhere.

Da Dong reacted quickly, dodging into a corner, but his shoulder was still grazed by shrapnel, and it stung painfully.

The smiling tiger wasn't so lucky.

A stray bullet hit his other leg, causing his face to contort in pain.

He lay on the ground, his hands gripping the earth, desperately trying to crawl forward, wailing incessantly:

"Help me! Help me!"

Both the crow and Da Dong heard it.

But neither of them turned around.

"Ah Wei, you've got to live on your own!"

The crow gritted its teeth, turned, and disappeared into a dark alley.

Da Dong paused for only a second before disappearing on the other side.

The footsteps behind the smiling tiger grew closer and closer.

"Damn, these guys in the underworld, not a single one of them has any sense of loyalty!"

Knowing he couldn't escape, the smiling tiger simply rolled over, lying on his back with his chest heaving violently.

He looked at the sliver of sunlight filtering through the crack in the ceiling and suddenly smiled.

"Hahaha!"

"Hung Hing, you've won!"

"Come and kill me!"

"Heh, kill you?"

"No, no, no, I'm going to take you back to the dungeon and slowly torture you to vent my hatred!"

Wang Jianguo emerged from the darkness.

His face was covered in blood, whether it was his own or someone else's, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, which looked more terrifying than a demon in the dim light.

"You...you...don't come any closer!"

The smiling tiger was so frightened that he kept shrinking back, his legs dragging on the ground, leaving two dark red marks.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Jianguo laughed loudly, then abruptly stopped halfway through, his eyes turning cold:

"Take him back with you!"

A dozen black figures suddenly emerged from the darkness, each with an expressionless face, like hands reaching out from hell to grab at the smiling tiger.

"No...please don't!"

The smiling tiger's voice was suppressed into the humid air and quickly fell silent.

On the edge of Kowloon Walled City, Crow and Da Dong emerged from a gap in the barbed wire fence, followed by only five or six henchmen who could still run.

The crow plopped down on the roadside, raised its hand to wipe its face, which was covered in black ash and blood.

"The smiling tiger is gone."

"I know."

Da Dong didn't look at him, but lowered his head to reload the gun, his voice cold.

"Let's go, we'll talk about it when we get back to Yuen Long."

The two exchanged a glance, and neither of them said anything more.

……

Portland Street, Linbei's nightclub.

The lights in the rooftop private room were dimmed, the music on the stereo was turned off, and only the low hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

Lin Bei sat on the sofa, tapping his fingers on the armrest, his face ashen.

"That's how it is, Mr. Lin."

Wang Jianjun gave a brief report on the results of the battle in Kowloon Walled City that night.

Lin Bei remained silent for a long time after listening.

These security personnel are his secret weapon, not ordinary henchmen.

Cultivating such loyal and capable combat talents requires not only money, but also time and luck.

Last time, Wang Jianjun went to the north to recruit workers on a large scale, which caught the attention of the north. In the end, it was the brothers Wang Hong and Wang Wen who stepped forward to vouch for him, allowing Wang Jianjun and others to safely cross the border and arrive in Hong Kong Island.

Afterwards, Lin Bei personally called the two to express his gratitude, marveling at their extraordinary influence.

Now look what happened, an ambush in the stronghold resulted in more than twenty deaths and injuries.

Lin Bei didn't even lift his eyelids, only letting out a hum through his nose.

"Boss, what do you think we should do with the twenty-odd brothers who died or were injured?"

Lin Bei did not answer directly, but instead turned his gaze to Liang Kun beside him.

Some things need to be done by the top leader.

Liang Kun was leaning against the other side of the sofa, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, the embers flickering in the dim light.

He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled a puff of bluish-white smoke, and then looked at Wang Jianjun.

"Jianjun, the resettlement allowance for the deceased brothers will continue to be paid. This month's salary and bonuses will be doubled and distributed to the widows of the brothers without missing a single penny. Under no circumstances should there be any delays or deductions."

"Otherwise, I, as the leader, will definitely hold you accountable."

"Yes, Mr. Li!"

On behalf of all the staff at the security company, I would like to express my gratitude to you and Mr. Lin!

After Wang Jianjun finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the two men.

Although the security company is not officially a subsidiary of the triad, it is in fact a joint venture between Lin Bei and Liang Kun.

In order to better control the thirteen leaders of Hung Hing, Lin Bei appointed Wang Jianguo as deputy commander-in-chief, with the responsibility of inspecting the leaders, the big boss, and their managers.

This entire system was built by the brothers themselves.

Lin Bei stood up, walked to Wang Jianjun, and reached out to help him up.

"Jianjun, this time I was careless, which led to the heavy casualties among our brothers."