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

On the other side, in the countryside of the New Territories.

Several black armored police cars were parked across the entrance to the abandoned warehouse, their red and blue lights flashing alternately, drawing blinding streaks of light against the gloomy sky.

The Flying Tigers, clad in heavy bulletproof vests and armed with MP5 submachine guns, spread out in tactical formation, their muzzles all pointed at the scene of the car accident.

Wang Bao was forced out of the car by two of his treacherous subordinates, who held him tightly by the arms.

His usually meticulously combed slicked-back hair was now a complete mess.

That face, which always carried an arrogant air, was now flushed a deep liver color, with veins bulging on his forehead and his eyes practically spitting fire.

Chen Guozhong leaned against the hood of the police car, looking at Wang Bao's furious expression, a mocking smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

"Hahaha!"

"I said we would meet again."

"Wang Bao, you can run away for a day, but not for fifteen. Stanley Prison is your final resting place!"

"Chen Guozhong, don't get too cocky!"

Wang Bao tried to break free, but his two subordinates held him down even tighter. He could only yell and curse, spitting everywhere.

"At most, I'm guilty of illegal possession of a weapon!"

"Not a single person was killed!"

"The chain of evidence is incomplete; the judge will only sentence me to a few months at most!"

"I'll be back in a few months, just as energetic as ever. We'll see who kills whom then!"

Chen Guozhong snorted dismissively, pulled a search warrant from his pocket, and waved it in front of Wang Bao.

"Illegal possession of a weapon?"

"Wang Bao, you're too naive."

"Ma Jun has led his men to raid all your warehouses in Tin Shui Wai. None of your henchmen escaped. They also found flour inside, worth over 50 million."

"Now that you've been caught red-handed, with irrefutable evidence, it would be a case of the judge being too lenient if you didn't spend twenty or thirty years in Stanley!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Bao's face drained of all color instantly, and he collapsed as if his bones had been removed.

After a long while, he seemed to suddenly realize something and began to roar wildly.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"Those warehouses aren't mine!"

"I need to find a lawyer! I need to find my lawyer!"

"This is a frame-up! I'm appealing!"

Chen Guozhong waved his hand impatiently and gave instructions to the police officer next to him.

"Ignore him, just take him away."

"Fall back!"

"Yes, sir!"

Two uniformed military police officers stepped forward, took Wang Bao from the defector's hands, and snapped the cold handcuffs onto his wrists.

Wang Bao was still struggling and cursing when he was roughly shoved by the military police and stumbled into the back seat of the riot police car.

The car door slammed shut, cutting off his screams.

On a hillside not far away, Liang Kun leaned against his black Mercedes-Benz, a cigar dangling from his mouth.

He watched the police car speed away, his face expressionless, and he simply flicked off his cigarette ash.

Sha Qiang stood behind him, holding a black briefcase, his face full of excitement.

"Brother Kun, that fat guy Wang Bao has finally fallen!"

"Now it's our Hung Hing's turn to shine!"

Liang Kun didn't say anything, but just waved, turned around, opened the car door, and got in.

Seeing this, Sha Qiang quickly led a few of his underlings and followed.

The black Mercedes drove away silently from the scene and disappeared at the end of the winding road.

……

The next morning.

Hong Kong Island's tea restaurants are always the liveliest places.

In a long-established tea restaurant in Mong Kok, the place was bustling with people, and the air was filled with the aroma of milk tea, pineapple buns and wonton noodles.

On each table was a copy of the day's newspaper, and a group of gangsters ate breakfast while chattering about the major events of the previous day.

"Hey, did you hear? Wang Bao from the Number Gang got arrested by the Flying Tigers last night!"

"That's not all! I heard that Hung Hing's 'Brother Kun' took advantage of the chaos and wiped out all of Wong Po's territory in Yau Tsim Mong overnight!"

"Really? Is Handsome Kun that strong? That's Wang Bao, one of the most powerful gang leaders in the Number Gang!"

"Is that even possible?"

"My cousin works for Liang Kun. He said that last night, Huo Baoming and Yaowen only brought a little over a hundred men, but they took over all of Wang Bao's dozen or so venues with almost no resistance!"

"Now that's something special for Ugly Kun! From now on, Hung Hing will be the undisputed king of Mong Kok!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the Hong Kong underworld at an astonishing speed.

From Causeway Bay to Tsim Sha Tsui, from Mong Kok to Tsuen Wan, almost every community group is talking about this.

For a time, the names of "Brother Kun" and "Hung Hing" were unparalleled in the Hong Kong underworld, overshadowing other triads.

Leung Kwan moved his gang to a newly opened nightclub on Nathan Road.

At this moment, the entrance to the hall was crowded with people, mostly young men in their teens and twenties, each with brightly colored hair, wearing tight jeans and T-shirts, their eyes filled with longing for the martial arts world.

They were all Blue Lanterns who came after hearing about Leung Kwan's deeds, eager to become his disciples.

"Brother Kun! Take me on as your underling! I'm really good at fighting!"

"Brother Kun! I am utterly loyal to you, and I would go through fire and water for you!"

"Brother Kun! Let me work for you! I'll do anything!"

Inside the nightclub, Liang Kun sat on a large bench, looking at the bustling crowd at the entrance with a smug smile on his face.

Sha Qiang, standing next to him, was busy registering the names of the newlyweds, sweating profusely.

"Brother Kun, two hundred blue lanterns have arrived this morning alone! Our manpower has doubled!"

Liang Kun nodded, picked up the tea on the table, and took a sip.

"Hmm, be careful. Don't pick any of those fellow cultivators who are dishonest or have wicked intentions."

"What we Hung Hing needs are brothers who can fight, are loyal, and are willing to sacrifice."

Just then, the phone on the table rang.

Sha Qiang quickly answered the phone, listened for a few minutes, and then said to Liang Kun.

"Brother Kun, it's Brother Chao from Aberdeen. He called to congratulate you on taking over Wang Bao's territory."

Liang Kun waved his hand.

"Tell him thank you and say you'll invite him for tea when you have time."

For the next hour, the phone rang incessantly.

Other leaders of Hung Hing, such as Brother Kei from Sai Wan, Fatty Lai from North Point, Tai Yu from Kwun Tong, and Ma Wong Kin from Chai Wan, all called to congratulate him.

Only the Causeway Bay boss B and the leader Chiang Tin-sang remained completely silent, without making a sound.

As Liang Kun hung up the last phone call, the smile on his face faded.

He picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Shaqiang, call Abei and tell him to come over."

"Okay, Brother Kun."

……

Meanwhile, Lin Bei was having morning tea with the Han brothers at a teahouse in Mong Kok.

The private room was filled with a table full of various kinds of tea and snacks.

"Abei, we really owe you a lot this time."

"If you hadn't given us the information in advance, we wouldn't have been able to secure these factories ahead of schedule."

Han Bin put down his teacup and said to Lin Bei.