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

In a mahjong parlor next to Hung Tai General Hall on Dundas Street in Mong Kok, the air was thick with smoke and filled with the noise of people.

Several mahjong tables were scattered haphazardly in the cramped shop, with chips and cigarette butts strewn across the surfaces.

The ceiling fan creaked and groaned as it turned, its blades covered in a thick layer of dust. The wind it blew was weak and powerless, failing to dispel the smoky smell from the room and instead making the smoke even more murky.

Several henchmen surrounded the little tyrant, each telling him their story of what happened on Women's Street that day, their words flowing freely as if they had suffered a great injustice.

A red-haired henchman gestured and said.

"Boss, you didn't see his face. That kid doesn't even respect you!"

"We spoke to him politely and explained the rules, but he didn't even look at us."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Another blond-haired henchman quickly chimed in.

"He just leaned against the counter, lazily cracking sunflower seeds, and looked at us like we were flies."

"His attitude was so arrogant that I almost couldn't resist punching him."

"And before we left, that kid actually told me to give his regards to your production workshop!"

He also said…

As he spoke, the red-haired thug made a crude and vulgar gesture, bending his fingers into a circle and poking inside with his other hand—an extremely obscene act.

He said he'd like you to visit him sometime, and he'll teach you a lesson!

boom!

Enraged, the little tyrant slammed his hand on the mahjong table, causing the tiles to bounce and some to roll onto the dusty floor.

"What a shrewd swordsman, Wang Bei!"

"What a fine Hung Hing!"

The little tyrant's face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"hehe……"

He suddenly laughed, but the laughter carried an indescribable self-mockery and sorrow.

"I could tolerate being bullied in Hongtai, but I never thought that outside, I'd be treated like this, with people shitting on my head!"

"It's truly a case of a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs, and a dragon swimming in shallow waters being mocked by shrimp."

The red-haired henchman's eyes darted around, and his fawning expression grew even more pronounced.

He took a few steps closer and lowered his voice.

"Boss, you're a top-ranking member of Hongtai."

"Most of our gang's territory was conquered by your own hands."

"Back then, you single-handedly stormed into United's territory with a knife and killed more than a dozen of them. Even now, people in the underworld still give you a thumbs up when they talk about that."

"But look at us now, you haven't even been assigned a decent place to stay. The brothers who follow you don't even have a fixed territory. They're running around like guerrillas all day long. What kind of nonsense is this?"

He spoke with a hint of indignation in his voice.

"Although I haven't been with you for long, I'm not blind."

"Look at your peers. Bao Rong has his own territory, Wei Jixiang has risen to prominence and now owns a nightclub, and even those with far less seniority than you, aren't they all living the high life?"

"Why is it that after all the power you fought for, you can't even get a sip of soup?"

"I think this is unfair!"

The little tyrant raised his head, his face gloomy.

"So, according to you, I should go ask Uncle Mei for some territory?"

The red-haired henchman quickly shook his head, his impatient look causing the Little Tyrant to frown slightly.

He leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Boss, although I haven't been a member for very long, I can tell that Uncle Mei has always been wary of you, whether intentionally or unintentionally."

"Think about it, what kind of work has Uncle Mei been assigning you, both openly and secretly, over the past two years?"

"They either collect protection money everywhere or act as a fire brigade, pushing you wherever a fire breaks out."

"These jobs are exhausting, and the pay is pitifully low, so you can't accumulate any savings at all."

"Isn't this a blatant attempt to prevent you from becoming too powerful?"

He understands the principle of "raising a tiger to cause trouble" better than anyone else; he's just afraid that you'll become too powerful to control.

Seeing the little tyrant's brows furrowing deeper and deeper, almost forming a deep frown, the red-haired henchman knew his words had worked, so he boldly continued to incite, "Since he's already done it, let's just do it again!"

"Let's pull off a big heist for him, settle things in one fell swoop, and make him rich overnight."

"Didn't you always tell the brothers, 'In this world, you can't succeed without being ruthless!'"

"Since Hongtai's ship can't accommodate a true dragon like you, let's carve out our own path!"

As he spoke the last sentence, a greedy and fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Little Tyrant became interested.

He slowly pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth. The red-haired henchman immediately rushed over and lit it for him with both hands holding a lighter.

"Go on."

The red-haired henchman's smile widened. He took a step forward, almost touching the little tyrant's ear, and began to whisper his long-planned scheme.

His lips were almost touching the little tyrant's ear, and his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.

He could only be vaguely seen gesturing on the table with his hand, first pointing in the direction of Women's Street, then drawing a circle on the table, and then slapping it hard, as if declaring a stronghold that was about to be captured.

The little tyrant's expression changed constantly with his words. First, he frowned, then he pondered, and finally, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

After a long while, Little Tyrant slowly exhaled a smoke ring and forcefully stubbed out the cigarette that had burned out in the ashtray.

"Go, gather all the brothers together, not one less."

"Tell them to be on their toes tonight. If anyone messes up, don't blame me for turning my back on them."

His voice was resolute.

The red-haired boy nodded and bowed repeatedly, his smile almost overflowing.

He turned around and called to his group of blond-haired friends. Several brightly colored figures scurried out of the mahjong parlor, their footsteps fading into the night on Dundas Street.

After they left, Xiao Bawang stood alone by the window of the mahjong parlor.

He remained silent for a long time, then picked up the bulky mobile phone on the table, went into the inner cubicle, and dialed a number.

"Hello! Is this Brother Lun?"

"I've thought about what you told me last time."

"Yes, yes, that's right."

"My plan is this: tonight I will take over Women's Street with lightning speed."

"Although this territory belongs to the Zhengxing branch of the Number Gang, Zhengxing is already a sunset industry. It has long since fallen apart and is understaffed, making it extremely vulnerable."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, before continuing.

"The key step is to shift the blame eastward."

"When we take action, I'll have the brothers all operate under Hong Tai's name, making a big fuss so that everyone thinks Hong Tai is seizing territory."

"Even if the Number Gang wants to settle scores, the first target will be Hong Tai, and that old fox Uncle Mei."

"Let them fight like dogs, the fiercer the better."

"Once everything settles down, and the Number Gang and Hung Tai are both severely weakened, I'll take this street's territory and switch sides to your Tung Sing."

"At that time, I, Little Tyrant, will be a meritorious hero who brings territory to the new regime, not a stray dog ​​who comes empty-handed to join us..."