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

"I rushed back as soon as I finished calling you."

"Things are urgent tonight, I didn't have time to tell you in advance."

"There's been a huge problem on the territory, and we urgently need some cash, so we're back to get the money..."

After he finished speaking, he quickly stepped forward, and just as he was about to bend down to take the cash from the safe, a dark gun barrel was suddenly pressed firmly against his forehead.

Lin Bei was startled, but remained outwardly calm, feigning confusion as he spoke.

"Wife?"

"What are you doing?"

"Put the gun away!"

Ah Zhen didn't back down at all, staring sharply at him, and suddenly reached out and grabbed hard at Lin Bei's lower body.

Lin Bei's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously dodged to the side, and after realizing what had happened, he turned around instantly, gathered his strength in his right foot, and kicked hard at Ah Zhen's abdomen.

boom!

In the instant he dodged, Ah Zhen pulled the trigger without hesitation. A bullet grazed the back of his head and struck the wall behind him, leaving a bullet hole.

It was just a hair's breadth away from hitting his vitals!

Lin Bei felt a sense of foreboding and was completely taken aback: What's going on? This woman actually saw through my disguise?

puff!

Ah Zhen was no match for Lin Bei's strength. She was kicked away and flew more than two meters away before crashing heavily to the ground. She coughed up blood and her face turned deathly pale.

She endured the intense pain in her abdomen, clutching her stomach tightly with both hands, staring fiercely at Lin Bei, and questioning him in an icy tone.

"My husband doesn't have a drill that big; you're not him at all!"

"Who are you? Why are you impersonating him and breaking into my house?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei subconsciously glanced down and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Damn it, Wang Bao, you fat bastard, with such poor physical attributes, you still managed to marry such a beautiful wife. It's a complete waste of talent!

"Hmph, as expected of Wang Bao's wife, you are indeed very meticulous. You were able to find this flaw."

When Ah Zhen heard Lin Bei admit it himself, she immediately raised her hand to pull the trigger and shoot Lin Bei, but Lin Bei was faster and easily dodged it with a dodge.

Immediately afterward, Lin Bei stepped forward and swiftly struck Ah Zhen on the back of the neck. Ah Zhen felt a blur before her eyes and immediately fainted, collapsing to the ground unconscious.

Lin Bei didn't glance at Ah Zhen, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and walked straight to the giant safe that was more than two meters tall. He looked inside and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Damn, the flour business really is profitable; the money comes in so fast!"

Inside the safe, neatly stacked Hong Kong dollar bulls and a large number of bright green US dollar bills were arranged, which were particularly glaring at a glance.

The cash alone amounted to at least tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars, and there were also two to three million US dollars. In addition, the safe contained heavy gold bars and multiple property and shop deeds, making the assets astonishing.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Bei waved his right hand and activated his storage space, instantly emptying all the cash, gold bars, and deeds inside the safe.

Then, he turned around, took out a handgun that he had stored in advance from his storage space, held it in his hand, aimed it at Ah Zhen who was unconscious on the ground, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bah!Bah!

Two crisp gunshots rang out, and Ah Zhen died on the spot.

Lin Bei put away his pistol, quickly changed his appearance, transformed into Ah Zhen's appearance, straightened his clothes, and calmly walked out of the study and left the villa.

Ironically, to ensure the safety of his study, Wang Bao had made sure the soundproofing was excellent. Even though there had been a fight and gunshots inside, the bodyguards patrolling outside the villa didn't hear a thing and were completely unaware.

Lin Bei, disguised as Ah Zhen, found the bodyguard captain outside the villa, took out a briefcase containing a small amount of cash that he had prepared in advance, and calmly instructed him to take the briefcase and go to the bar on Portland Street to hand the money over to Wang Bao.

After explaining everything, Lin Bei left without making a sound, disappearing completely into the night.

……

Twenty minutes passed inside the bar's private room.

Liang Kun had been waiting impatiently for a long time. He sat on the sofa, his face growing increasingly pale, and his gaze toward Wang Bao becoming more and more hostile.

"Wang Bao, did your wife run off with some money?"

"How could it take so long to walk such a short distance?"

"What time is it? Are you deliberately stalling for time?"

Bah!

Wang Bao could no longer contain his anger. He slammed his hand hard on the glass table in front of him, making the wine glasses on the table shake. He glared fiercely at Liang Kun and roared angrily.

"Handsome Kun, if you keep spouting nonsense, believe me, I'll tear your stinking mouth apart right here and now!"

Liang Kun curled his lip, gave him a disdainful look, and didn't say anything more, still maintaining a nonchalant demeanor.

Wang Bao was furious and about to unleash a string of insults when a series of urgent noises came from outside the private room, growing louder as they approached.

Immediately afterwards, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Wang Bao's bodyguard captain rushed in, carrying a briefcase, looking hurried.

Seeing the tense standoff in the private room, he was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly ran to Wang Bao, handing him the briefcase with both hands.

"Uncle Bao, my sister-in-law asked me to bring this briefcase to you, saying the money is all inside."

Wang Bao breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting his mind at ease. He grabbed the suitcase and casually tossed it to Liang Kun.

"The money is all here, not a penny less. Can we leave now?"

Liang Kun nodded with a smile, but did not open the briefcase to check it on the spot, clearly confident that Wang Bao would not dare to play any tricks.

Seeing this, Wang Bao didn't linger. He waved and led Huang Mao Aji and the others away from the bar quickly, afraid that staying even a second longer would cause further trouble.

The group left the bar, got into their respective cars, and went their separate ways.

Wang Bao sat in the car and gave a deep order to Huang Mao Aji beside him.

"Ah Ji, take a few men and go to Changsha Street to stabilize the situation. No matter what, we can't let Hong Tai's bastards take over our territory!"

"We must hold this position!"

"Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Huang Mao Aji responded sternly and, without the slightest delay, led two trusted men to Changsha Street at top speed.

Wang Bao then took a car alone and headed towards the New Territories warehouse. Along the way, he kept dialing the warehouse worker's number. He finally got through and immediately roared into the phone.

"You all hold the line! Protect the warehouse to the death! I'll be there around the corner!"

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and dialed the number of the gunmen he had secretly trained. This group consisted of about a dozen people, all of whom were skilled and accurate with guns, and were his trump card.