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

The following day at noon, at the headquarters of Tung Sing in Yuen Long.

Dongxing Sanfeng and Shuiling arrived one after the other.

There were several times more henchmen at the entrance of the ancestral hall than usual, and many more black cars were parked on the roadside. A dozen men in black suits were scattered around the street corner, their eyes scanning the passersby warily.

The headquarters conference room was packed with people.

A long wooden table was arranged in a circle, and even the folding stools added along the wall were mostly occupied.

Old Man Bai, Situ Haonan, and some uncles who usually held no real power were also present.

Most of these people are veterans who fought alongside Tung Sing back in the day. In recent years, their territory has been sold off, and they have lost real power, leaving them only with seniority.

If Shui Ling hadn't returned to Hong Kong today, they might not have shown their faces.

In the main seat of the conference room, there was not a camel, but a woman.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with almond-shaped eyes that were slightly upturned at the corners, and a calm and deep gaze.

With a high, straight nose and thin, well-defined lips, she possesses an innate, aloof beauty even without makeup.

She wore a black cardigan, buttoned up to the top, with neat cuffs, and sat upright in a grand chair, exuding an aura of dominance.

This person is none other than Shui Ling, the Grand Marshal of Dongxing.

"Ahem!"

She coughed lightly, and the entire room fell silent instantly.

Even the uncle who was sitting in the corner chewing betel nut quickly spat what was in his mouth into a tissue, not daring to make a sound.

"I specifically gathered everyone here today to talk about the club's development over the past two years."

"Ah Luo, it's your turn."

As she finished speaking, she glanced at the camel below her, then crossed her arms and leaned back in the armchair.

The camel sat in the first seat on her left.

Hearing this, he clenched his fists tightly under the table in anger.

He knew that Shui Ling was embarrassing him in front of all his uncles.

In the past, he was always the one sitting in the head seat and giving orders at Dongxing meetings. Today, he was not only arranged to sit at the lower seat, but also had to give reports like a subordinate.

But he dared not show the slightest disrespect on his face; he released his grip and forced a smile.

"Yes, Marshal Shui Ling."

Camel cleared his throat, glanced at everyone, and began to speak.

"Over the years, I've reached certain agreements with the Westerners to ensure the financial stability of our organization."

"Although we gave up some territory, we gained a lot of money in return."

"Uncles and brothers, you can all directly feel the high profit margins brought by the flour business."

He paused, his tone softening:

"It's just that a while ago, I was swindled twice by that bastard Jiang Tianyang, which caused the gang to lose a lot of money."

"Recently, I was hired by that old guy Di Qiu again, which caused a falling out with Hung Hing and the loss of the Sha Tin New Town territory."

At this point, the camel's lips twitched involuntarily.

"That's why we invited Marshal Shui Ling back today, hoping she can take charge of Dongxing and help the organization overcome this difficult time."

The uncles began whispering amongst themselves, their voices not loud, but just loud enough for the camel to hear.

"Tsk tsk, I told you he was useless back then. How powerful was our East Star when Marshal Lu was around? It's only been a few years, and we've lost our territory and our money. I heard that a lot of Blue Lanterns have run away recently."

"I've heard about it too. Isn't it because of the series of scandals the leader did? Sigh, it's good that I don't have any territory now, so I'm free of all worries."

"Pshaw, you make it sound so easy. No territory means no income, and what are we uncles going to eat if we have no income?"

"What to eat? We'll just have to eat the northwest wind!"

As the group got more excited, their voices became increasingly unrestrained.

The camel sat in the chair, its face alternating between pale and flushed, as if it had been punched several times in the chest.

When Shui Ling wasn't around, would these old fogies ever dare to talk like this in front of me?

Now that Shui Ling has returned, everyone has become a loyal subject, except for him, who has become the most rebellious one.

He glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye.

The crow sitting on the other side was playing with a lighter with its head down, while Da Dong was looking up at the ceiling, both of them seemingly not hearing anything.

The camel knew that these two guys were also laughing at him.

Seeing that the time was right, Shui Ling gently raised her hand.

"Alright, I called you here to discuss matters, not to insult people."

"Although Ah Luo made some mistakes, his starting point was for the good of the club."

"We'll discuss his punishment after we get through this current crisis."

Upon hearing this, the old man with white hair's eyes lit up, and he immediately chimed in agreement.

"Marshal Dalu is right!"

"The more difficult the situation for our organization, the more united we must be."

"Back in the day, our Tung Sing territories were all over Yau Tsim Mong and the New Territories. How could we be so confined to Yuen Long now? It's truly frustrating!"

He spoke with intonation, and deliberately emphasized the word "frustrated" at the end.

Then, he winked at Situ Haonan, who was standing to the side.

The latter understood and quickly nodded in response.

"The Second Marshal is right!"

"With Marshal Lu here, our Dongxing will surely be invincible!"

"If we're going to wage war, I, Situ Haonan, am willing to be the vanguard, paving a smooth road for Marshal Dalu and for the gang!"

Situ Haonan was originally tall, and when he stood up, his voice was booming.

Upon hearing this, Shui Ling turned her head in surprise to look at the old man and the young man.

"That's right, our Dongxing still has no shortage of brave and spirited men."

Upon hearing this, Crow and Da Dong were displeased.

The two men almost simultaneously glanced at the camel, their eyes seeming to say... Boss, say something!

But the camel seemed completely blind, bowing its head and remaining silent.

This is what Gu Huolun taught him.

In the current situation, you must not be a pushover.

Shui Ling has just returned and is in dire need of a target to establish her authority.

Whoever jumps out first becomes the chicken.

If Crow and Da Dong are really sent out as vanguards and are lost, Camel will truly be all alone in Dongxing.

Having lost three of the Five Tigers in succession, Camel remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he felt a fear of Hung Hing and Lam Bei that he couldn't quite explain.

When Shui Ling saw that the camel did not speak, a hint of disappointment flashed quickly in her eyes.

However, that emotion was fleeting, so fast that almost no one noticed it.

She turned her gaze back to everyone present and gave the order in a neither too loud nor too soft voice:

"In the next two days, gather all the brothers under your command and prepare for war."

"However, the ones we're going to fight aren't necessarily tough guys like Hung Hing."

"We can start by winning over some smaller factions..."

Upon hearing this, Crow and Da Dong's eyes lit up immediately.

Bullying a small group?

They're experts at this.

Before Tung Sing withdrew from Yau Tsim Mong a few years ago, it had been involved in many mergers and acquisitions of small businesses.

Instead of confronting Hung Hing head-on, why not bully those small, unaffiliated forces, gain territory and exposure at the same time?