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

"In addition, there are my five men in Tsim Sha Tsui: Guohua, Heigui, Gandi, Wenzheng, and Hanchen. They are all very cunning and ambitious."

"If I were here, they wouldn't dare to do anything."

"I'm afraid that one day when I'm gone, you won't be able to control these five wolves, and then the Ni family will be finished."

Ni Yongxiao shook his head and softly comforted her.

"Dad, don't overthink it."

"The master said you are very fortunate and will live to be over eighty."

"Now that I'm back, I will use modern corporate management models to run the family business and gradually shift the focus to legitimate businesses."

"As long as we have money and manpower, we are not afraid of them causing trouble."

Ni Kun stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at Victoria Harbour.

The sunlight shimmered on the sea, creating a beautiful scene.

He sighed softly.

"What goes around comes around."

"I've spent my whole life in the underworld, and I've seen too many people die violent deaths in the streets. Very few of them have ever had a peaceful end."

I know my own destiny.

Ni Kun turned around and patted Ni Yongxiao on the shoulder.

"Ah-Xiao, I am very comforted by your dedication to the family."

"From now on... the Ni family will depend on you."

After saying that, he picked up a small cloth bag from the coffee table, which was filled with Cantonese opera scores.

"Alright, I'm going to sing now. Don't keep those old friends waiting too long."

Ni Yongxiao nodded.

"Dad, would you like me to come with you?"

"No need, bodyguards are fine."

"Go and do your own thing."

Ni Kun shook his head, picked up the cloth bag, and walked out of the living room.

As Ni Kun's figure disappeared through the doorway, the smile on Ni Yongxiao's face slowly faded.

He walked to the window and watched Ni Kun's car drive away from the villa, his eyes becoming deep.

......

Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Han Chen's bar is located in a quiet alley. There is no sign at the entrance, only a red neon light flashing.

The bar was dimly lit, playing soothing jazz music, and filled with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

Mary sat at the bar, holding a glass of red wine.

She wore a red dress that accentuated her beautiful figure.

She wore a ponytail, her face was covered in exquisite makeup, and her eyes were alluring yet carried a hint of ruthlessness.

Liu Jianming sat in the chair opposite her, looking somewhat uneasy.

He was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, and his face still had a hint of youthful innocence.

He kept his head down, not daring to look Mary in the eye, his fingers constantly stroking the wine glass.

Mary downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, then took a photograph out of her bag and pushed it in front of Liu Jianming.

The person in the photo is Ni Kun, and the address on the back of the photo is where he went to sing.

Mary's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable tone.

"Kill him."

"This 200,000 is yours."

She then took a thick brown paper package out of her bag and placed it on the table.

Liu Jianming looked up at Ni Kun in the photo, his expression complex.

He knew who Ni Kun was: the biggest noodle shop owner in Tsim Sha Tsui, a well-known big shot in the underworld.

He's also the boss's boss, the leader of the gang!

Once he was killed, there would be no turning back.

He looked at Mary again, and looking at her beautiful yet indifferent face, a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

He grew up in an orphanage without parents and was never cared for by anyone.

Mary gave him money, food, and shelter.

In his heart, Mary was like a goddess, his only support.

"Okay, Mary."

"Wait for my news."

Liu Jianming picked up the photos and the brown paper package and put them into his backpack.

Mary nodded, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Yes, after we're done, we'll go to the countryside to lay low for a while, and come back when things have calmed down."

"By the way, Brother Chen plans to arrange for a few people to infiltrate the police force as undercover agents, to remain infiltrated long-term."

"I think you're quite clever and articulate, so I've already recommended you."

"So, are you interested?"

Liu Jianming's heart skipped a beat.

Infiltrate the police force as an undercover agent?

This was something he had never imagined.

He hesitated for a moment, looked at Mary's expectant eyes, and finally nodded emphatically.

"Sister Mary, I'll go to anything you arrange!"

Mary smiled with satisfaction, stood up, and patted his arm.

"That's more like it."

Go ahead, be careful.

Liu Jianming smiled, nodded vigorously, and turned to walk out of the bar.

As Mary watched Liu Jianming's figure disappear through the doorway, the smile on her face slowly faded.

She picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured herself a glass of red wine, drank it all in one gulp, and her eyes were filled with hatred.

"Ni Kun, this is what you owe me, and now I'm going to collect it all back with interest!"

.......

Kowloon, Yau Ma Tei.

The melodious strains of Cantonese opera drifted from an old tenement building.

This is a traditional opera club converted from a residential house. It is not large and contains a few tables and chairs.

Several elderly people with gray hair sat together, some playing the erhu, some banging gongs and drums, and Ni Kun stood in the middle, singing "The Princess Changping" to the rhythm.

Ni Kun loved Cantonese opera since he was a child. When he was young, he originally wanted to be a Cantonese opera actor, but he had to turn to the underworld because his family was poor.

Now that I'm older, my love for Cantonese opera hasn't diminished at all. I come here almost every afternoon to sing with my old friends.

The club was quiet, with only the sounds of Cantonese opera singing and musical instruments.

The elderly people were immersed in the world of opera, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

No one expected that a deadly crisis was quietly approaching.

Just then, a young man wearing sunglasses knocked on the door.

He was wearing a black jacket, jeans, and carrying a black backpack, looking like an ordinary student.

"Knock knock knock".

The door was quickly opened, and a woman in her sixties poked her head out.

She is the manager of this opera club.

Who are you looking for?

"The aunt asked."

"Hello, ma'am, I'm looking for Uncle Kun."

"I am his distant nephew, from the mainland. I need to talk to him about something."

The young man said with a smile, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Okay, wait a moment."

The woman nodded, turned around, and went inside.

"Uncle Kun, someone's looking for you!"

"He says he's your distant nephew!"

Ni Kun stopped singing, his face full of doubt.

He doesn't have any distant nephews in mainland China.

And what about the two bodyguards at the door?

Why is there no sound at all?

A sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

He winked at one of the bodyguards next to him, signaling him to go and check.

The bodyguard nodded, and just as he stood up, he heard a gunshot ring out from the doorway.

The bodyguard fell to the ground with a thud, shot in the forehead, blood splattering everywhere.

The elderly people were stunned by the sudden gunshot, and they stood frozen in place, dropping their musical instruments to the ground.

Ni Kun's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively tried to hide behind the table.

Just then, the young man wearing sunglasses rushed in, holding a black handgun.

He saw Ni Kun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two shots.

One shot hit Ni Kun squarely in the forehead, and another shot hit him in the chest.