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

Uncle Mei was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and the wrinkles on his face all scrunched up.

"You little brat, trying to take advantage of me?"

Lin Bei spread his hands, looking completely innocent, his eyes as clear as a college graduate.

"I didn't."

"Everyone knows my name."

Seeing that Uncle Mei was also quite angry with Lin Bei, Jiang Tiansheng, who was standing to the side, smiled slightly and secretly rejoiced.

I was speechless after being roasted by this kid, but now at least someone's here to share my frustration.

Seeing that Jiang Tiansheng had no intention of stopping the two from arguing, Uncle Deng could only shake his head, cough, and offer advice in the tone of an elder.

"Alright, Mei, don't take it to heart with a junior."

"Ah Sheng, sit down and let's begin."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tiansheng nodded slightly, maintaining a proper posture.

"Okay, Uncle Deng."

The group sat down again.

A waiter in a white shirt walked in and skillfully poured a cup of hot tea for each person. The aroma of tea rose and filled the air.

After the waiter left and closed the door, Uncle Deng slowly began to speak.

"Ahem!"

"Today, Ah Mei invited me to set up this table to talk about the grudges between Hung Hing and Hung Tai."

"The cause of the matter..."

With the air of a seasoned veteran, Uncle Deng launched into a long-winded discourse, talking about everything from the Hongmen's ancestral precepts to the code of honor in the underworld, from brotherhood to the rules of the organization, his words flowing freely and eloquently.

Lin Bei's eyelids were drooping so much that he almost fell asleep on the table.

Although Jiang Tiansheng was displeased, he had to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor in front of Uncle Deng and Uncle Mei. He stood up straight, smiled, and nodded from time to time, as if he were listening very attentively.

Uncle Deng rambled on and on, but all he said was that Hung Hing was unethical.

Instructing someone else's underlings to seize territory, and then transferring both the people and the territory to another party—that's incredibly disgraceful.

This led Wang Bao of the Number Gang to mistakenly believe that Hong Tai was behind it all, so he led his men to attack Hong Tai's headquarters. Not only did Hong Tai suffer heavy losses, but he also attracted the attention of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) officers.

"So, I hope your two families can have a proper talk. You're all members of the Hung Society, and you'll see each other all the time in Hong Kong. Don't ruin the harmony."

After Deng Bo finished speaking, he picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Lin Bei and Jiang Tiansheng.

Uncle Mei seized the opportunity to speak, his voice hoarse and deep.

"Uncle Deng's words are all fair!"

"Lin Bei, I won't hold it against you for letting Little Tyrant seize territory!"

"But you at least have to pay Hongtai the transfer fee for the Little Tyrant and Women's Street territories, right?"

After he finished speaking, his cloudy old eyes stared intently at Lin Bei, as if he were looking at a thief who had stolen his things.

Lin Bei crossed his legs, slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring without saying a word.

The smoke slowly dissipated in the air, like a thin veil separating him and Uncle Mei.

Seeing that the scene was a bit awkward, Jiang Tiansheng coughed lightly in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Uncle Mei, what you said is in line with the rules of the underworld, and I, Jiang Tiansheng, have no objection to that."

He turned his head to look at Lin Bei, his tone gentle but with a hint of probing.

"Abei, if you have any thoughts, you can share them so we can discuss them."

Lin Bei was speechless.

Are you the leader of Hung Hing or Hung Tai?

They're clearly bullying me because they're big, and you, as the leader, aren't saying a word in my defense, and you're making me defend myself?

Humph.

Then I won't let you off the hook.

He stubbed out his cigarette, shoved it into the ashtray, and looked up to stare directly at Uncle Mei, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Uncle Mei, you just said that I ordered Little Tyrant to attack Women's Street. Do you have any proof?"

Uncle Mei snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

"It's obvious to anyone with eyes, and you're giving me evidence?"

"It's not like some other club made Little Tyrant risk his life, and then you just reaped the rewards, right?"

"That's right!"

Lin Bei suddenly clapped his hands, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"You guessed right. Other gangs made Little Tyrant do things for them, and in the end, I stepped in and took him and his territory."

Uncle Mei's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his lips were trembling, and his voice was shaking.

"Do you really think I'm a three-year-old?"

"I'm here to settle things with you, not to listen to your nonsense!"

"In short! Once you pay for the medicine and the transfer fee, we're even!"

"Otherwise, hmph... I don't want us to end up with bloodshed in the streets!"

By the end, his voice carried a blatant threat, and a ruthless glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei's face showed an exaggerated expression of surprise, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it.

"what?"

"How could you publicly provoke me to bleed in front of Mr. Chiang and Uncle Deng, two high-ranking members of a triad society?"

"You're absolutely lawless!"

"you……!"

Uncle Mei was so angry that he was trembling all over. He was about to speak in rebuttal when Lin Bei waved him off.

Lin Bei's tone suddenly changed, from exaggerated to sharp.

"Uncle Mei, when you founded Hung Tai, you wielded two watermelon knives from Soy Street to Dundas Street without even flinching."

"What's wrong?"

"Now that you're old, you can't even lift a knife anymore?"

"Spending all day long extorting money from people?"

His voice suddenly rose, each word like a nail driven into Uncle Mei's ears.

"I, Jia Ligong, have no money, but I'll take your life!"

"You want to fight me? Do you have the ability?"

Bah!

Uncle Mei was so angry with Lin Bei that he trembled all over, gasped for breath, and coughed violently while clutching his chest. He swayed like a candle in the wind, about to collapse.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Uncle Deng's lips twitched slightly, and his eyelids twitched several times.

He hadn't seen such a vigorous young man in a long time.

Facing these senior figures, they refused to back down at all, and instead fought with increasing ferocity.

Fortunately, this wasn't someone from them or from the Lian Sheng Group.

Otherwise, his authority as the retired emperor would certainly be severely challenged.

He cleared his throat, adopted the air of an elder, and spoke earnestly.

"I'm talking about Lin Bei."

"You're just a low-ranking member of Hung Hing, while we're the leaders or uncles of other triads."

"When you talk to us, at the very least you should pay attention to your attitude."

"Let's stick to the facts and not resort to personal attacks all the time."

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei shrugged, appearing indifferent.

"Uncle Deng, please don't say that I, as the younger one, have broken the rules."

"It's just that some people are used to taking advantage of their age."

"They always think that they can abandon all reason just because they are senior."

He turned his head and looked at Uncle Mei again, his tone as calm as if he were stating a fact.

"As I just said, Little Tyrant was indeed instigated by other gangs to attack Women's Street."

"If you don't believe me, you can have him come over and confront me."

"Besides, he's not as skilled as me and can't beat me, so this territory is rightfully mine to take."

"The little tyrant has chosen a good tree to perch on, and we should respect his wishes."

"After all, he fought his way through Hongtai for over ten years, and in the end, some people were so selfish as not to give him even a decent piece of land."

"Tsk tsk, I think he must have been holding back for a long time before choosing to do something like this."

"Therefore, I do not believe that Xiaobawang's behavior is disloyal and unfilial."

"On the contrary, I would write this into a novel or comic and have it published in the newspaper!"

"Uh... Ah!"

Uncle Mei was so angry that he leaned back and slumped heavily in his chair, panting heavily as if he was about to pass out.