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

Situ Haonan was taken aback and hurriedly asked:

"What is it?"

The old man's eyes became complicated, as if he was recalling some past events he didn't want to talk about.

He picked up his wine glass, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the neon-lit night view of Tsim Sha Tsui outside.

"That woman is coming back."

"That woman?"

Situ Haonan's pupils contracted sharply, his tone filled with undisguised shock.

"Could it be Shui Ling?"

"That's right."

The white-haired old man did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the distant sea.

"Even I have to back down in her presence."

"After all, I'm nominally her subordinate..."

As he spoke, his voice lowered, as if he were talking to himself.

He Yong, standing to the side, was completely confused and scratched his head in frustration.

He looked at the old man with white hair, then at Situ Haonan, wanting to interject but not knowing where to begin.

But the two men's attention was clearly not on him, and no one had the time to explain things to this muscle-bound brute.

"Uncle Ben, what should we do?"

"Should we remain inactive?"

Situ Haonan clenched his fists, his tone clearly filled with resentment.

The old man took a sip of red wine and slowly turned around.

He walked over to the sofa, sat down, and put the wine glass back on the table.

"You're still young, you don't know how Shui Ling used to do things back then."

"Even if Inspector Lui Lok, who is worth five hundred million, were still alive, he would still have to treat her with utmost respect."

"You'll see how terrifying this woman is."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Situ Haonan and He Yong.

"But don't worry, those who followed her back then were either killed by camels or tricked into Stanley."

"Only my lineage is still capable of leading the way, which is why she contacted me tonight."

He quickly leaned forward:

"Uncle Ben, since that's the case, why don't we take this opportunity to ask the main branch for help?"

"Let's focus all our efforts on conquering a territory, establish a foothold, and then we'll talk about other things."

"I've had enough of this rootless, drifting existence!"

He Yong nodded vigorously, his knuckles cracking as he gripped the wine bottle.

The old man pondered for a moment, but did not answer immediately.

He stood up again and walked to an old map on the wall.

Several places are circled in red on the map, with "Causeway Bay" marked with a big X.

"Fine, since you've put it that way, what reason do I have to back down?"

He turned around, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Once she arrives on Hong Kong Island, I will do everything in my power to secure the troops needed to attack Causeway Bay."

"This time, I'll let all the underworld forces on Hong Kong Island know that I, Old Man Bai, have made a triumphant return!"

Inspired by Uncle Ben's imposing manner, Situ Haonan and He Yong raised their wine bottles one by one and drank in large gulps.

The liquor dripped down their chins and onto the still-wet gauze stained with blood.

What they didn't know was that Hung Hing was still the largest triad in Causeway Bay, and it was Gao Jin, the top henchman, Double Flower Red Pole, leader of the Battle Hall, former head of the Hung Hing Martial Arts School, and head of Lin Bei's gang, who was in charge.

If Situ Haonan really found out, I believe he wouldn't dare to say anything about attacking Causeway Bay even if he had a hundred lives.

After all, just tonight, Tiger, one of the three heroes of the Walled City, was defeated by Ko Chun within ten moves.

The resulting fame brought Gao Jin to the pinnacle of his life.

......

The following morning, at 9:30, at Hung Hing headquarters.

Since the establishment of Hung Hing Corporation, Lin Bei has planned to spend a sum of money to purchase a Grade A office building in Central.

Yes, you heard right, the underworld bought a Grade A office building.

The news immediately sparked a heated reaction throughout Hong Kong. Many upper-class individuals scoffed at Lam Pak's actions, and some even wrote satirical articles in the newspapers.

"Do gangsters want to dress up in suits and ties and sit in offices like everyone else?"

"Why don't you wash off the smell of blood first?"

The headquarters conference room was filled with smoke.

The long conference table was filled with leaders from various Hung Hing branches, the ashtrays were piled high with cigarette butts, and the tea in the teacups had gone cold.

"Mr. Lin, buying a Grade A office building is not as simple as buying a sports car."

Chao was the first to speak.

Although he didn't mean to mock Lin Bei, he knew in his heart that such a big move by the gang would definitely attract close surveillance from the police.

"Even a typical mid-sized Grade A office building, if we assume it has 25 floors, would have to be 15 square feet."

"At market price, it would cost at least a thousand dollars per square foot, so this level alone would cost more than 100 million Hong Kong dollars."

"Spending so much money on a storefront is really not worth it for us gangsters..."

Chao shook his head, his tone filled with worry.

"Brother Chao is right."

Dafei took over the conversation, picking his nose as he spoke.

"Mr. Lin, I know that the company has money in its accounts right now, and it's very wealthy."

"Since Brother Kun took over the gang and you've been in charge of the money, our gang's business has been booming, far surpassing what it was when Jiang Tiansheng was in charge."

"But Dafei thinks that being too high-profile might cause some unnecessary backlash."

Dafei was naturally of one mind with Liangkun and Linbei, which is why he was unwilling to watch his boss take risks.

Liang Kun sat in the main seat, legs crossed, his fingers rhythmically tapping the table.

He was wearing a pink suit and his hair was slicked back and shiny.

Hearing Dafei's words, he coughed lightly.

"What do the others think?"

Upon hearing this, the three Han brothers fell silent.

They had just taken over Sha Tin and were riding high, but they also knew it was not appropriate to make a statement too early in this situation.

As the three tigers of Yau Tsim Mong, Huo Baoming, Ah Wah, and Chen Bingwen naturally supported Lin Bei's proposal unconditionally.

Big Head from Kwun Tong and Little Tyrant from Sham Shui Po followed suit, nodding in agreement.

Finally, everyone's gaze fell on Gao Jin, the silent, suit-clad thug.

At this moment, Gao Jin sat at the end of the long table, his back ramrod straight.

He is now the head of Causeway Bay, which is also the most lucrative district in all of Hung Hing's territories. In addition, his fighting skills are off the charts, so his words still carry some weight.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he slowly stood up.

Gao Jin's voice was not loud, but every word was clear and powerful.

"Gentlemen, whether you agree or not, it is all for the benefit of the organization, and that is beyond question."

"Here, I, Gao Jin, think the same way you do."

"I just hope you can look back and see what it takes to make money in this day and age..."

"It's finance, technology, healthcare, and even the basic necessities of life for ordinary people, such as food, clothing, housing, and transportation."

"Those of us who are involved in clubs must keep up with the times."

"In the past, we wore tight-fitting clothes and big gold chains, causing trouble everywhere and making a name for ourselves as Hung Hing. That was called banditry."

"Now we wear suits and ties, use mobile phones, drive Mercedes and wear Rolexes, and speak to people using elegant and refined language. This is progress."