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

Wang Bao, leading a large group of his henchmen, passed by Chen Guozhong and his men in a grand procession.

Just as Chen Guozhong's team members were about to step forward to arrest him, Chen Guozhong stopped them with his hand.

"Hey, boss!"

Ah Le turned his head and looked at Chen Guozhong with a puzzled expression.

Chen Guozhong shook his head at him, staring intently at Wang Bao's retreating figure with a solemn expression.

Wang Bao sneered, staring straight ahead without even glancing at Chen Guozhong, and led a group of henchmen away from Dundas Street, disappearing into the night.

After Wang Bao and the others left, Ma Jun was puzzled and asked with a frown.

"Why let them leave?"

"This group of people are clearly..."

"You're a criminal, aren't you?"

Chen Guozhong took over the conversation expressionlessly.

He walked into the street, pointing at the gangsters howling in pain on the ground, his voice low and weary.

"These gangsters are the scum of society."

"But what good will that do?"

"There must be hundreds of thousands of triad members on the entire Hong Kong Island."

"It's like every household has a family member who is a member of the Triads."

"We can't arrest them all, so we can only severely punish the most heinous and worst among them!"

"To a certain extent, Westerners tacitly condone Chinese people killing each other, like the gangster fights we saw today."

"Even if we capture Wang Bao today, so what? Tomorrow someone else will take his territory, and when he gets out, it'll be a new round of fighting..."

Chen Guozhong's words were like a bucket of cold water, causing the other police officers to sigh with gloomy faces.

Ma Jun spoke with a resentful expression, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"Damn it!"

"Are we just going to stand by and watch them break the law?"

Chen Guozhong walked over, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, his tone firm.

"We'll catch him, believe me!"

Ma Jun looked up at Chen Guozhong and found his eyes to be so firm.

In the end, Ma Jun could only nod in acceptance.

Chen Guozhong turned his head and called out to the soldiers and police.

"Hey buddy, call the white car."

"Those short mules are about to die!"

Then everyone got busy. Some called ambulances, some checked the injured, and some maintained order.

......

Hongtai General Hall.

Bao Rong, Wei Jixiang, and Apei walked in, their bodies covered in sweat and blood, limping along.

Their clothes were no longer recognizable as their original color, soaked in blood and sweat, and exuded a strong fishy smell.

As soon as the three entered, they found Uncle Mei, the Crown Prince, and Fei Xiang sitting leisurely on the sofa, drinking tea and chatting, laughing and talking, as if nothing had happened outside.

A nameless rage suddenly rose in the hearts of Bao Rong and his two companions, rushing straight to their heads.

Good guy.

We're out there fighting to the death, while you three losers are just drinking tea and chatting in the main hall?

When Uncle Mei saw them return, he quickly gave the Crown Prince and Fei Xiang a wink.

The two immediately understood and stood up to greet him warmly.

"You're finally back! How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Bao Rong's lips twitched slightly, and he snorted coldly.

"Hmph, not dead yet."

"I don't know who went crazy, staying up in the middle of the night and sending people to attack Zhengxing's territory."

"Now look what's happened. Zhengxing won't show up, so we've had to let that fat bastard Wang Bao take action."

As he spoke, he pointed to the knife wounds on his body that were still bleeding.

"Look at me, that fat bastard almost chopped me into a pulp."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mei quickly came over and, with a beaming smile, comforted Bao Rong, urging him to sit down.

"Ah Bao, I, as the leader, have seen and remembered all the contributions you made to the club today."

"How about this, the club will give you 300,000 for medical expenses later."

"Go home and take good care of yourself these next few days. Come back to work once you've fully recovered."

When Bao Rong heard that there was 300,000 yuan for medical expenses, he immediately calmed down.

However, he still sat down with a grumbling and began to complain animatedly about the chaotic fight that had taken place that night.

At this moment, Apei also came over.

His injuries were no less than Bao Rong's; his clothes were covered in tears, and several wounds were still bleeding.

Uncle Mei quickly reassured him, saying that he received the same treatment as Bao Rong, also 300,000.

Just as Wei Jixiang, who was walking at the back, was about to speak, Uncle Mei immediately turned around and went back to his seat as if he couldn't see him at all.

He kept cursing as he walked.

"Damn it, I've already investigated and found out what happened."

"The guy who attacked Ladies' Street was Little Tyrant, and according to reliable sources, he switched sides to Hung Hing without saying a word."

"Then, using our Hung Tai name, we conquered this territory, and when the regime changed hands, we transferred both the people and the territory to Hung Hing."

"That bastard Wang Bao thought I gave the order, which led to tonight's disaster!"

These words startled everyone present.

Hung Hing is quite cunning.

Moreover, this scoundrel, Xiaobawang, used his former employer's name to conquer territory, and then used the conquered territory to serve as a pledge of allegiance to his new employer.

That's incredibly despicable, it's practically betraying one's master and ancestors!

Bah!

The crown prince slammed his hand on the table, the sound as loud as thunder.

All eyes in the room instantly turned to him.

"I've disliked that little bastard Xiaobawang for a long time."

"I never imagined he would do something so disloyal and treacherous!"

"I don't think we can just let this go. Hung Hing should pay for the transfer fee and compensation for losses!"

As soon as money was mentioned, Bao Rong and Uncle Mei immediately perked up.

"Bao Rong shouted."

"Little Tyrant used to learn boxing from me for a while, so in theory, I'm half his teacher."

"If he wants to switch schools, he needs my permission as his master."

"Then accepting a red envelope of ten or twenty thousand yuan from him wouldn't be excessive!"

Uncle Mei glanced at him and shook his head inwardly. This reason was too far-fetched; no one would believe it if he told it to others.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and spoke in a low, steady voice.

"I'll call Jiang Tiansheng tomorrow and tell him everything."

"Let Lam Pak from Mong Kok come out and explain."

"This kid has plenty of money. I know exactly how to negotiate."

With his assurance as the leader, no one else said anything more.

After discussing the post-war matters with the others, Uncle Mei left directly with the Crown Prince.

The others also stood up, seemingly ignoring Wei Jixiang, and walked right past him like fish.

No one spoke to him, no one even glanced at him; it was as if he were air, as if he were invisible.

After everyone had left, Wei Jixiang was left sitting alone in the large conference room.

The air was eerily quiet.

He slammed his fist on the table in anger, making a dull thud.

"Damn it, these bastards don't treat me like a human being at all!"

At that moment, he couldn't help but think of the Little Tyrant.

How similar my current situation is to his?

They were all disliked in the community, used as pawns, and discarded after being used.