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

Nathan Road.

As expected of one of the busiest main streets in Yau Tsim Mong, the layers of neon signs illuminate the entire street as if it were daytime.

The streets were bustling with traffic and people, and the night air was filled with the smoky aroma of food stalls and the deep drumbeats emanating from bars.

"Only a bustling area like this deserves to be called the Tiger of Tsim Sha Tsui!"

Xinji Axe Jun held two axes in his hands, the blades gleaming coldly under the lamp.

He was shirtless, wearing only an open vest, his muscles as tough as cast iron. He stood at the street corner, showing no regard for the Hung Hing men.

But he still secretly played a little trick tonight.

They had announced early on that they would attack Shanghai Street, but their troops suddenly turned and headed straight for Nathan Road.

"Clear out all the Hung Hing members!"

"Don't smash anything! This is our territory from now on!"

While directing his henchmen, Axe Jun pointed to the shop signs on both sides of the street with his finger.

The new members of the gang surged towards the valet parking henchmen of Hung Hing like a tidal wave, unleashing a barrage of punches, kicks, and sticks, their shouts of killing so loud they shook the streetlights.

Although Hung Hing only had thirty or forty men, they were all ruthless characters honed in the streets of Mong Kok.

At first, they fought back and forth with the fifty or sixty men sent by Axe Jun, their fists landing hard and sparks flying from the clashing blades in the shadows.

But Axe-Head Jun was determined to finish the battle quickly tonight. Seeing that the situation ahead was deadlocked, he curled his lip and, without any regard for martial ethics, waved his hand, and more than two hundred men behind him rushed forward.

The thirty or forty men from Hung Hing were outnumbered and quickly fell into disarray, forced to fight and retreat.

Just as Axe Jun was gloating, hands on his hips watching his fleeing Hung Hing underlings, a series of rapid footsteps came from the end of the street.

"Brother Qiang, you've finally arrived!"

"Those bastards from Xinji are too many for my and my brothers to handle!"

The thirty-odd people who had just fled encountered Sha Qiang, and one by one they clutched their wounds and complained bitterly, some with blood still streaming down their faces, their voices full of resentment and unwillingness.

Sha Qiang snorted coldly and raised the machete in his hand high above his head.

He was a burly man, and the blade of his sword gleamed crimson under the neon lights.

"snort!"

"Since Xinji doesn't play by the rules, then we don't need to hold back!"

"Brother Bei said that if you win tonight, the bonus will be doubled, and if you're injured, there will be medical expenses; if you die, the settlement allowance will be delivered to your family."

He paused here, his gaze sweeping over the dark mass of people behind him.

"besides……"

"Anyone who helped Hung Hing win the Blue Lantern fight tonight, as long as they weren't just taking advantage of the situation, can become Hung Hing's disciples afterwards!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of Lin Bei's men lit up, and their morale soared like a fire fueled by oil.

These gangsters are driven by two main motives: money and power.

Now Lin Bei has placed the two things that gangsters want most—real money and the opportunity to rise to the top—right in front of this group of blond-haired young men. How could they not rise up in anger?

Sha Qiang nodded slightly, seeing that morale was high, and then took a deep breath, his voice booming.

"Everyone, listen up!"

"Come with me and kill those bastards from the Shin Kei!"

"kill!"

At Sha Qiang's command, the more than two hundred men behind him howled like a pack of wolves with bloodshot eyes, and charged toward Axe Jun with machetes and steel pipes in hand.

Axe Jun was ordering his men to completely drive the Hung Hing valet parking attendants out of sight when he suddenly heard a deafening commotion coming from the street.

He turned his head sharply, his pupils contracted, and there was a huge crowd of people rushing towards him.

"Is it from Hung Hing?"

"I didn't expect the support to arrive so quickly!"

He spat, raised his axe, and shouted at the triad members behind him.

"Brothers, those bastards from Hung Hing are here! Cut them down!"

"Tonight, we're having a blast at the bars and bathhouses on Nathan Road!"

"oh!"

Xinji's henchmen shouted in response and charged towards Sha Qiang's group, brandishing machetes.

The two groups collided like two torrents, instantly erupting into a cacophony of shouts, the clanging of weapons, and agonizing cries.

The chaotic brawl involving hundreds of people had long since transcended the realm of ordinary gangster fights; blood splattered on the neon signs and left dark red trails on the ground.

Many people were blinded by rage, and in the midst of the rising and falling of knives, they could no longer distinguish friend from foe. Several members of the Sun Kei or Hung Hing gang were slashed to the ground, their bodies curled up, their fate unknown.

Huo Baoming, sporting a buzz cut and a red ribbon tied around his forehead, wielded two swords and charged into the crowd alongside Yaowen, one on each side.

The two worked together seamlessly, like two sharp knives piercing into the ranks of the new detectives, and wherever they went, the new detectives retreated step by step.

"what!"

"Die!"

With a furious roar, Huo Baoming drew both swords and plunged them straight into the waists of a junior member of the police force.

"Oh no! My kidneys!"

The underling let out a pig-like scream and collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Axe Jun was drawn to the chaotic battle and immediately recognized the extraordinary abilities of Fiery Ming and Yaowen.

He frowned, grabbed his two axes, and strode over.

"You actually treated my brother like a vegetable to be chopped up?"

"Did I give you the nerve?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a powerful axe strike, accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind, came crashing down.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Huo Baoming quickly raised his twin swords to block.

clang!

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

Huo Baoming's twin swords were smashed open, leaving a shocking nick. His arms went numb from the impact, and he involuntarily took several steps back.

"This guy, he's so strong?"

Seeing that Huo Baoming was no match for Fu Tou Jun, Yao Wen shouted loudly.

"Amin, attack his upper three routes!"

"good!"

Huo Baoming took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, shifted his feet, and frantically swung his knife at Fu Tou Jun's head, neck, and shoulders.

"Hmph! A mere trick!"

Axe-wielding Jun gave a cold laugh.

Trying to wield dual swords in front of him?

This kid probably doesn't know how famous Axe Jun is in Tsim Sha Tsui; he earned his fearsome reputation by hacking his way up the streets.

After saying that, he swung his double axes and began to clash with Huo Baoming.

Ding ding ding ding!

After several rounds of fighting, Huo Baoming was no match for Fu Tou Jun in terms of strength and combat experience. His arm grew heavier and heavier, his sword momentum gradually dissipated, and he fell into a disadvantageous position step by step.

Just then, Yaowen, who had been looking for an opportunity, suddenly jumped out.

He bent over and made a horizontal slash at a tricky angle, intending to sever Axe Jun's Achilles tendon in one stroke.

But Axe-Hand Jun seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; with a twist of his waist, he dodged directly.

"Grass!"

"I almost managed to kill him!"

Yaowen cursed angrily.

"Kid, trying to launch a sneak attack?"

"Back when I was fighting in the streets, you guys were still wearing open-crotch pants!"

After Axe Jun finished speaking, his expression changed slightly, and he charged out like an enraged wild beast.

He swung his double axes and unleashed a furious barrage of attacks on the two men.