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

Through the cold glass window, Liang Kun's voice, tinged with helplessness yet also with resentment, came through the telephone receiver.

"Hey, don't waste your time. I've only been here for three years."

"You focus on managing your territory while I'm gone. Once I'm out, Mong Kok will still be our domain!"

As Liang Kun spoke, his eyes were fixed on Lin Bei, filled with expectation and trust.

In the past, Lin Bei would never have dared to make a guarantee; he would have just given a wry smile and taken it as a word of comfort.

But now that he has the system, everything is possible.

"Alright, time's almost up."

Lin Bei glanced at the clock on the wall and calmly interrupted Liang Kun's boastful words.

"I'll come see you again when I have time."

He paused, his gaze hardening, and said in a deep voice into the microphone, "However... I will keep my promise to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the prison guard in uniform with a serious expression behind Liang Kun walked over, gently patted Liang Kun's shoulder, and gestured for him to put down the phone.

Helpless, Liang Kun could only nod heavily to Lin Bei on the other side of the glass, his eyes filled with unspoken words.

He then put down the receiver, stood up, and followed the prison guard out of the visiting room, his figure gradually disappearing behind the iron gate.

.........

Lin Bei walked out of the Stanley Prison gates alone.

When we got back to Mong Kok, it was already past 3 p.m.

The afternoon sun slanted across the crowded and old streets of Mong Kok, the air thick with the mingled smells of car exhaust, cheap perfumes, and street food stalls.

He randomly picked a roadside tea restaurant that looked fairly clean, pushed open the door, plopped down in a booth against the wall, and casually ordered a beef fried rice from the waiter.

The fried rice had just been served, steaming hot. Lin Bei picked up his chopsticks, about to start eating, when he heard a group of thugs at the next table huddled together, whispering among themselves.

Although they deliberately lowered their voices, their words still clearly reached Lin Bei's ears during the relatively quiet afternoon.

"Hey, have you guys heard?"

A short, thug with dyed yellow hair and wearing a floral shirt spoke first, his tone full of excitement.

"What did you hear?"

His companion, a fat man with a few pimples on his face, impatiently pressed for an answer.

"Tonight, Hung Hing's boss B is bragging!"

"This is the price for the horse grooming fee!"

The blond-haired man stretched out one palm, his five fingers spread wide.

"Five hundred yuan?"

The other, tall, thin man who had been silent and playing video games with his head down suddenly looked up and widened his eyes.

"That's not all!"

"The fee for showing off the horse is 500 yuan, but if it's really a fight, I'll give 1000 yuan!"

The blond-haired man's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Wow, so many?

The chubby guy with acne couldn't help but gasp, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

"Shall we go tonight?"

The tall, thin man was clearly interested; he stopped playing his game console and asked eagerly.

"Yes, of course I'll go!"

The blond-haired man slapped his thigh, looking completely at ease.

"If we don't go, are we just going to wait here to eat shit?"

As he spoke, he disdainfully poked at the plate in front of him, which was almost empty except for a few bean sprouts and broken rice noodles.

"Look at this! We were so poor at lunchtime that the three of us had to share this plate of stir-fried beef noodles!"

"If we don't go out and earn some money, we won't even have enough to eat!"

"Then how do we get there?"

The blond-haired thug reached into his pocket and sighed.

"Take the subway..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei raised his eyebrows slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Boss B, who is known for being stingy and calculating, is surprisingly generous this time.

In the past, if he could get 300 yuan to organize people to dry horses, it would be considered a huge loss for him. Now, he has actually raised the price to 500 yuan, and even offered 1,000 yuan for opening the slabs.

This is quite unusual.

He continued shoveling fried rice into his mouth while quickly calculating in his mind.

The fact that Boss B is so willing to spend money means that tonight's event will definitely be big, and he must have some ulterior motive.

Chen Yaoqing is no pushover either; Xinji will definitely have a backup plan.

Just as his thoughts were racing and a hundred ideas were swirling around, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang loudly, the piercing ringtone instantly breaking the noise in the tea restaurant.

Lin Bei put down his chopsticks, slowly picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, this is Lin Bei. Who are you?"

"Well……"

On the other end of the phone, Sha Qiang was about to speak when he heard these words, and he felt a lump in his throat, unable to choke back down.

Every time I hear this opening line, I feel like I've been taken advantage of.

He choked for a moment before quickly regaining his composure and hurriedly reported to his superior, "Uh... Brother Bei, it's me, Sha Qiang."

"I just received definite news that Boss B will send troops to attack Chen Yaoqing tonight."

"I know that, so what?"

Lin Bei's voice remained calm.

"Then... in order to ease the situation in Causeway Bay, Sun Kee sent Axe Jun from Tsim Sha Tsui to prepare to attack our territory!"

"They're planning to use the 'besieging Wei' strategy to rescue Zhao!"

Sha Qiang blurted out the most crucial information in one breath, his voice tinged with anxiety.

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei felt a surge of nameless anger well up inside him and rush to his head.

He suddenly tightened his grip on the phone, clenched his other hand into a fist, and slammed it hard on the table.

"Bang—crash!"

With a deafening roar, the force was so great that it shattered the thick glass covering the tabletop, instantly spreading spiderweb-like cracks across its surface.

The other diners in the tea restaurant were startled by the sudden commotion and turned to look, their eyes filled with fear and curiosity.

Even the chefs cooking in the back kitchen couldn't help but peek out.

Lin Bei let out a low growl, his face terribly gloomy.

"Grass!"

"Are they crazy?"

"To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao?"

"Fuck you!"

"That idiot Axe Jun, instead of properly guarding Prince Edward's territory in Tsim Sha Tsui, he's crossing over to besiege our Mong Kok?"

"Did he get his brain caught in a door?"

The man on the other end of the phone, Sha Qiang, was also startled by Lin Bei's sudden outburst of anger, and could feel the murderous intent that was almost overflowing even through the phone line.

"Brother Bei... if I'm not mistaken, the news is true, he's coming to mess with us tonight."

Sha Qiang stammered as he confirmed.

Lin Bei took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, leaving only a dangerous slit, and his voice became as cold as ice.

"Now, gather all your men right now, not a single one can be missing."

"besides……"

"Go and recruit another hundred Blue Lanterns. They must be tough guys who can fight, dare to fight, and are not afraid of death. Don't use those weird-looking, incompetent fellow Daoists to make up the numbers."

"Come to the Night Shanghai Bar on Shanghai Street in half an hour to collect your money."

"Yes, Brother Bei!"

Sha Qiang responded loudly on the other end of the phone, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

After waiting for Sha Qiang's reply, Lin Bei hung up the phone without hesitation.