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

Dangdang Dangdang!

The sound of blades clashing echoed in the mall's atrium.

Han Bin and Sha Meng were already bloodthirsty, their machetes whistling as they aimed for each other's necks and chests.

The two gangs of thugs were already locked in a fierce fight, but no one dared to intervene...

The two men's knives were too fast; if you got too close, you could easily get hit.

"Hmph, you want to compete with me in strength?"

"I recently went to a martial arts gym for further training."

Han Bin snorted coldly, and with a horizontal movement of his left forearm, he forcefully blocked the sand bug's double blades that were slashing down.

The blade bit into the leather arm guard wrapped around his forearm, making his entire arm go numb.

He stomped his right foot hard on the ground, lunged forward, and kicked out with his right leg, landing solidly on the sand bug's belly.

Sha Meng groaned and stumbled back five or six steps, knocking over a metal clothes rack in his lower back. He grimaced in pain and cursed under his breath.

"Han Bin, you have no sportsmanship! You resorted to a sneak attack!"

"Heh, trying to ambush me?"

"I'm still playing with my ass!"

"Take this! I'll split Mount Hua in two!"

Han Bin gave him no chance to catch his breath, leaping high into the air with both feet, gripping the hilt of the knife with both hands, pressing his entire weight onto the blade, and slashing down fiercely.

That strike was incredibly powerful, as if it truly intended to cleave the sand bug in two from its head to its crotch.

Sand Bug's pupils contracted. Ignoring the excruciating pain churning in his stomach, he immediately raised his twin swords and roared:

"Give this a thumbs up!"

Ding!

A crisp sound of metal breaking.

Sandman's right-hand machete flew out of his hand, while his left-hand knife was deflected by Han Bin's blade, leaving his shoulder completely exposed.

Han Bin's machete cleaved into the sand bug's left shoulder without any resistance, the blade penetrating three-tenths of an inch into the bone, and blood spurted out instantly.

"ah!!!"

A pig-like scream echoed throughout the mall.

The Dongxing gang members, who were barely holding on, turned pale when they saw Sha Meng fall to the ground. They dropped their knives and clubs and ran away.

Some people even lost their shoes while running, but didn't look back.

Narrow-eyed man, his face covered in sweat, was about to lead his men to chase after them, but Han Bin stopped him.

"Second brother!"

"Our mission is to occupy Sha Tin New Town, not to be butchers here."

Han Bin, panting heavily, raised his hand to wipe away the blood splattered on his face.

His gaze shifted from the fleeing Tung Sing henchmen to the chaotic scene in the mall.

"Have your men clean up the scene first, then tell the boss here that from now on, Hung Hing will be in charge."

Upon hearing this, Xi Yan paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"No problem, I'll arrange for someone to do it right away."

After Xi Yan and his men left, Han Bin walked up to Sha Meng.

Sandfrog was in so much pain that his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and blood was still gushing from his shoulder.

Han Bin reached out and grabbed him by the back of his collar, dragging him out of the pool of blood like a sack of potatoes, and pulled him to the back entrance of the mall, stuffing him into a van.

He turned to his henchmen who had run over and gave them instructions.

"Tie this guy up and send him to Hung Hing Hospital for treatment. Don't let him die."

"This guy is going to be very useful later!"

"Yes, Brother Bin!"

Several henchmen swiftly tied the sand bug's hands and feet with cable ties, stuffed a rag into his mouth, and lifted him into the car.

Han Bin watched the bread truck drive away before walking to a quiet corner in the back alley of the mall. He then took out his mobile phone from his waist and dialed Lin Bei's number.

Beep beep!!!

The call was answered quickly.

"Mr. Lin, we have accomplished our mission... Shatin... we brothers have taken it..."

His voice was still a little breathless, but his tone revealed an irrepressible excitement.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Lin Bei's unhurried voice:

"Hmm, well done."

"Get ready and rest early. I'll make a big contribution to you at the club meeting tomorrow."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Lin!"

Han Bin hung up the phone, leaned against the damp wall, and let out a long sigh.

The night wind blew in from the alley entrance, making his hair fly wildly across his forehead.

He glanced down at the knife wound on his forearm; the leather arm guard had split open, the flesh inside was torn open, and blood was slowly seeping out.

He grinned and didn't take it seriously.

......

Inside a nightclub in Tsim Sha Tsui.

In a luxurious private room, Situ Haonan, his face full of anger, grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor from the table and gulped it down his throat.

"Glug glug! Ah!"

He slammed the empty bottle down on the table, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his neck.

"grass!"

"This scoundrel clearly wants me dead!"

"The encirclement set up by the Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing gangs made me lead my men into it."

"Luckily I survived, otherwise I would have definitely been caught off guard tonight."

He became increasingly angry as he spoke, and continued to pour the liquor into his mouth to vent his rage.

Hearing his boss complaining, he quickly chimed in.

"Brother Hao Nan is right!"

"With our group of brothers on the scene, we're not afraid even if the enemy has five hundred men."

"But it turned out that two gangs had prepared hundreds of people to ambush us on the road, catching us completely off guard."

"Oh, those poor brothers, most of them were seriously injured. The resettlement allowance and medical expenses from headquarters haven't arrived yet, and many people are making trouble for me."

He Yong sighed, picked up his wine glass, and took a big gulp.

The white-haired old man sitting in the main seat remained silent, listening with a livid expression to his two subordinates' complaints.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"It seems I really overestimated the camel."

"Back then, he traded his territory with Tung Sing to become the foreigners' black glove."

"These years have indeed made the club a fortune."

"But what we got in return was that the foundation of the organization was eaten away by termites, leaving only a small section of the root supporting it."

"It really breaks my heart to see this."

After the old man finished speaking, he sighed heavily.

He picked up the wine glass in front of him, but didn't drink it; instead, he rubbed the rim of the glass with his thumb.

Situ Haonan put down the wine bottle in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He wiped the wine stains from his lips and lowered his voice:

"Uncle Ben, since that's the case, why don't we turn his camel upside down?"

"Get him out of office and you take charge. I refuse to believe that Tung Sing can't rise again!"

Upon hearing this, He Yong's eyes lit up, and he immediately gave a thumbs-up, his face full of flattery as he echoed:

"That's right, that's right."

"Uncle Ben, with you as the leader of Tung Sing, you will surely lead us to greater success and create new glories!"

Seeing the eager looks in his two subordinates' eyes, the old man with white hair finally smiled.

He nodded:

"With your determination, what is there to worry about in achieving great things?"

"only……"

He paused for a moment, then his expression darkened again.

"I just received a phone call that has to delay our plans for a while."