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

Lin Bei's words stung the little tyrant's competitive spirit like a needle.

His face flushed red instantly, and he jumped to his feet.

"Brother Bei!"

"I don't have many strengths, but I'm incredibly resilient and durable!"

"I will follow the rules and hold this territory for seven days."

"If I get beaten up and driven away, I, Little Tyrant, swear I'll never be involved in the underworld again!"

Little Tyrant stood up, patted his chest, and spoke in a loud and firm voice, as if he were making a pledge.

Lin Bei nodded in satisfaction and asked Sha Qiang to pour him a glass of wine.

"Alright, according to the rules, you have to serve me tea."

"But there's no tea here, so let's use wine instead!"

Little Tyrant nodded quickly, respectfully raised his wine glass with both hands, and bowed respectfully to Lin Bei to offer him a toast.

Lin Bei took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he took a thick envelope out of his bag and handed it to Little Tyrant.

"This is a transfer bonus, worth 368,000!"

The little tyrant stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly agape, unable to close it for a moment.

At first, he instinctively resisted being asked to take Lin Bei, who was younger than him, as his boss.

In the martial arts world, seniority is important. How embarrassing would it be if word got out that you were a young upstart who was your boss?

But now, seeing Lin Bei being so generous, the slight displeasure he felt had long since vanished.

368,000 was no small sum in Hong Kong in 1985.

"Heh, look at you, you pathetic sight."

"Following the sycophant, you'll go hungry nine times in three days."

"Following Lin Bei, we can establish ourselves anywhere!"

Lin Bei stuffed the red envelope into his hand, and then his tone suddenly became serious.

"Remember your promise. If you ever dare to betray me, I'll tear your head off no matter where you run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his right fist and slammed it hard on the glass table in front of him.

boom!

The entire glass table shattered with his punch, shards of glass scattering everywhere and crashing to the ground.

Glug!

quiet!

No one in the private room dared to speak; they even held their breath.

Although Sha Qiang and Huo Baoming knew that their boss was strong, none of them expected him to be this strong.

How much force does it take to shatter tempered glass with a single punch?

Little Tyrant swallowed hard, muttering to himself.

One punch shatters tempered glass...

Who is the little tyrant, you or me?

Hmm, looks like I'll have to change my name when I get back.

Standing before this man, bearing the title of "Little Tyrant," I felt a little... embarrassed.

......

On the other side, Wang Bao and Huang Mao Aji chased Wei Jixiang and Bao Rong all the way from Soy Street to Dundas Street.

Leopard Rong was panting heavily when he suddenly saw Apei, one of Fei Xiang's men, leading a large group of people running towards him from afar.

He immediately felt like he had seen a savior, and his eyes lit up.

"Damn it, why are you taking so long? I was about to be hacked to death!"

Apei stopped and glanced at him disdainfully.

"With your mediocre skills, you're lucky you've lasted this long."

After he finished speaking, he waved to his underlings behind him and shouted loudly.

"Charge! Beat those bastards from the Number Gang out of our territory!"

"good!"

Apei's henchmen responded enthusiastically, their shouts deafening, their blades flashing.

This time, he brought Fei Xiang's men, along with the elite troops from the main hall, totaling more than a hundred people, a grand and imposing force.

Upon seeing this, Bao Rong and Wei Jixiang, as if injected with adrenaline, immediately turned around and joined forces to attack Wang Bao.

Apei then faced off against Huangmao Aji.

In an instant, swords clashed and shouts of battle filled the air.

However, in less than half a minute, the three of them were defeated by Wang Bao and Aji, and were in a sorry state.

"Damn it, are these two monsters?"

"That good of a fighter?"

Apei, panting, muttered a complaint.

His entire body was covered in wounds from Huangmao Aji's dagger, his clothes torn to shreds and dripping with blood.

"What should we do?"

"If this continues, our entire company will be ruined!"

Bao Rong turned his head and shouted anxiously at Apei, his voice already trembling with tears.

"Hmph, shut up!"

Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!

Wang Bao snorted coldly, raised his cleaver, and was about to step forward to kill Bao Rong with one blow.

Just at this critical moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the distance.

Bah!

The crisp sound of a gunshot pierced the night sky, like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

Everyone in the arena was stunned, and the fighting stopped abruptly.

What's going on?

When do gangsters start using firearms in fights?

If guns are used, the nature of the incident will be completely escalated. It will no longer be an ordinary street fight, but a serious case that could attract the attention of the Major Crimes Unit or even the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau.

Wang Bao's anger level instantly reached its maximum, his face turning bright red as if he were about to breathe fire.

"凸(艹皿艹)!"

"You think I don't have a gun?"

However, the people on Hongtai's side scratched their heads and looked at each other in bewilderment.

It's obvious that the shots weren't fired from their side.

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, several plainclothes officers in black suits ran quickly from the street corner, their leather shoes making a rapid clattering sound on the ground.

"Stop moving! Drop your weapons! You're under arrest!"

Wang Bao, with his sharp eyes, recognized the person immediately—his nemesis, Chen Guozhong.

"Hmph, it's that bastard who ruined my plans again."

"Ignore them, keep hacking Hong Tai's bastard to death!"

He doesn't care whether someone is a cop or not.

In his belief, after midnight in Mong Kok, it's his turn to be in charge!

Just as Huang Mao and his gang were about to continue their attack on Hong Tai's headquarters, two more gunshots rang out from not far away, their piercing sound echoing through the night sky.

Then came the sound of sirens approaching from afar.

Ur~ Ur~ Ur~!

The red and blue police lights flashed alternately, illuminating the entire Dundas Street and the panicked faces of every gangster.

Someone shouted, "The cops are coming!" and then dropped their weapon and ran away.

The others also dropped their weapons and scattered like a school of startled fish, turning the whole street into chaos.

Wang Bao's group remained relatively calm, as they had experienced similar situations many times before and were no longer surprised.

Huang Mao Aji leaned close to Wang Bao's ear and whispered some advice.

"Boss, let's go."

"These cops are waiting for us to leave on our own."

"Otherwise, the bail for just over a hundred henchmen would cost over a million."

Wang Bao glanced at him, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He slammed the long sword in his hand to the ground, the blade striking the ground with a crisp sound.

"Hmph, let's go!"

After he finished speaking, he took the lead and strode into the street.

Seeing this, the other henchmen followed suit and threw all their weapons, including steel pipes, baseball bats, and machetes, on the ground.

Suddenly, the entire street was filled with the sounds of smashing and breaking, like a rain of metal.