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

Han Chen's fat face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his dark eyes were filled with murderous intent. He never expected that Ni Yongxiao would be so ruthless as to spend so much money to buy his life.

"Is that so?"

Han Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile cold and self-deprecating, his tone carrying a sense of indifference as if he had given up entirely.

"I never imagined that my head, Han Chen's head, would be so valuable one day."

He turned his head to look at Liang Kun beside him, his tone carrying a hint of deliberate provocation.

"Hehe, if Brother Kun is interested, he can simply cut off my head and use it to exchange for Ni Yongxiao's reward money!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Chen slumped down on the stone steps of the dock, staring blankly at the dark sea.

The waves crashed against the rocks in layers, the dull sound echoing endlessly. He exuded a sense of detachment and despair, as if he had taken life and death in stride.

Sha Qiang and Di Lu stood side by side behind him. Their expressions suddenly changed drastically. They looked at each other and saw panic in each other's eyes.

They had followed Han Chen for many years and had never seen their brother Chen so resigned and dejected.

With one hand in his pocket and a casual smile playing on his lips, Liang Kun slowly pulled out a cigarette. The lighter clicked, and a pale blue flame ignited, the smoke flickering in the dim night.

"Ah Chen, it's just fifty million. Do you think I, Liang Kun, don't have that kind of ability?"

He exhaled a pale white smoke ring, his tone casual yet arrogant.

"I came to see you tonight specifically to help you out, not to kick you when you're down."

Han Chen slowly raised his head, his eyelids slightly lifted, his dark eyes locked on Liang Kun, his gaze filled with scrutiny and wariness.

"Oh?"

"When did Brother Kun change careers and become a virtuous bodhisattva?"

This sarcastic remark made Liang Kun burst into laughter.

He knew that Han Chen was a devout Buddhist and a suspicious and cautious person, so he did not take the sarcastic remark to heart.

"If that's how you want to think, that's fine too."

With a cigarette between his fingers, Leung Kwan pointed to the bustling Hong Kong Island city in the distance, his tone calm but laced with calculation.

"Tsim Sha Tsui is located in the heart of Yau Tsim Mong, and it is undoubtedly the most lucrative site in Hong Kong."

"The profits from just the street you control are equivalent to those of two Shanghai streets in Mong Kok."

"Moreover, you've been in the pink goods business for many years, and everyone knows how wealthy you are without me having to say it."

Han Chen, with his keen mind, instantly discerned the deeper meaning hidden in Liang Kun's words.

He slowly stood up, raised his hand to pat the dust off his trouser legs, his expression calmed down, and the dejection from before disappeared.

"Fifty million? Kun Ge would never be interested."

He stared into Liang Kun's eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone solemn.

"What about the five hundred million?"

"This number should be good enough for Brother Kun, right?"

Liang Kun raised his hand and patted Han Chen on the shoulder, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, and nodded crisply.

"It's always easier to talk to smart people."

"The entire territory of the Tsim Sha Tsui Five Gang, plus the well-established Ni family businesses, are absolutely worth the price."

Upon hearing this, Han Chen's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and the heart that had been hanging in his chest for so long finally settled down.

"But I currently have no troops available, and my men have suffered severe losses."

Liang Kun casually waved his hand, interrupting his concerns.

"I'll take care of the weapons and equipment."

"You'll need to figure out how to gather manpower yourself."

"I recently found out that many veterans from the north are illegally crossing the border into Hong Kong to make a living. You could try your luck in Tuen Mun or Sai Kung."

"As long as the price is fair enough, these veterans who have been on the battlefield are far more ruthless and reliable than street thugs."

Han Chen responded softly, lowered his eyes in thought, and silently memorized the information.

Liang Kun pulled out a gold-embossed business card from the inside pocket of his suit and casually handed it to Han Chen.

"Call me directly at the number on the business card tomorrow and tell me exactly what weapons and supplies you need."

"I'll give you a week at most."

"If you can't resolve this trouble within a week, don't blame me for being ruthless and cutting off your head to send to the Ni family in exchange for a reward."

Han Chen's brows furrowed suddenly, his tone tinged with urgency.

"A week?"

"Even a trip to Siam takes two days round trip!"

A mysterious smile played on Liang Kun's lips, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

"Just wait and see the show tomorrow. It won't be long before the Gang of Four in Tsim Sha Tsui falls into internal strife."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more. He raised his hand to signal his underlings to follow, and the group turned and left, their figures gradually disappearing into the night.

After Liang Kun and his group walked away, Sha Qiang and Di Lu immediately rushed forward, their expressions solemn and their faces full of worry.

"Brother Chen, what do we do now?"

"Are we really going to cooperate with the Hung Hing people?"

Han Chen looked up at his two brothers who had followed him through thick and thin, his gaze deep and his tone heavy and resolute.

"At this point, we have no way out."

"That boat tonight was definitely tampered with by Handsome Kun."

"If we board the ship rashly, we will surely perish in international waters tonight."

"Our only way out right now is to go back to Tsim Sha Tsui and fight to the death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the car parked by the roadside, his steps steady, having regained his composure.

"Brother Chen, wait for us!"

Sha Qiang quickly followed, not daring to delay for even a moment.

Only Dilu, walking at the very back, subtly raised a playful, cold smile between his lowered brows, a smile that vanished in an instant, unnoticed by anyone.

......

The following morning, as dawn broke, a thin mist enveloped the villa district of Hong Kong Island.

Ni Yongxiao got up early, dressed in a decent and elegant home outfit. He had a gentle and refined temperament and did not show any of the ruthlessness of a drug lord.

Last night, he successfully eliminated his father's killers, Han Chen and his wife, and secretly sowed discord among the four gang members in Tsim Sha Tsui, making them suspicious of each other.

Right now, he has set his sights on Huang Zhicheng, intending to take advantage of the chaos to completely eliminate this thorn in his side.

Just as he was sitting quietly in the living room, pondering his meticulous plan to deal with Huang Zhicheng, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Uncle San looked hurried as he pushed open the door and entered, his brows furrowed with obvious anxiety.

"Third Uncle, why are you here so early today?"

Ni Yongxiao was slightly taken aback, and asked in a calm tone.

Uncle San walked to the coffee table, picked up a glass, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large glass of water before his rapid breathing calmed down a little.

"Ah-Xiao, something's happened!"

"After you gave the order to eliminate Han Chen last night, I was worried that things might get complicated if I waited too long, so I took Ah Ren and headed to Han Chen's territory as soon as it was dawn."

"I never expected that Guohua and his three friends would team up to occupy the territory and block us from taking a single step."

"Just now at the entrance of the territory, the two sides almost came to blows."

"It's not appropriate to engage in large-scale fighting in broad daylight, so I have no choice but to lead my men back for the time being."