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

"I really underestimated the three of you."

"You're all so scared by just one guy, Ni Yongxiao."

"How will we be able to accomplish great things in the future?"

Bah!

Guohua was thoroughly enraged by Gandhi's series of sarcastic remarks and slammed his right hand hard on the solid wood table.

The bowls and chopsticks on the table trembled violently, and the porcelain bowls collided, producing a piercing and sharp cracking sound.

Guohua's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently, and his tone was full of resentment.

"Gandhi, isn't that going too far?"

"We've been brothers for over a decade, is it really necessary to deliberately make sarcastic remarks and mock them in public?"

Gandhi's eyes blazed with fury, unable to contain his anger, and he pointed a finger at Guohua's nose with a fierce look in his eyes.

"You dare call me brother?"

"I genuinely treated you like a brother, and you secretly slept with my wife?"

"If you consider me a brother, then lend me your wife for a bit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gandhi pulled a stack of printed photos from his shirt pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, slammed the photos onto the greasy, sticky table.

The photos were laid out flat, the images explicit and jarring.

Guohua looked down and saw the contents of the photo. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as paper.

His eyes were darting around in a panic, his fingertips curled involuntarily, he seemed completely at a loss, and his whole being exuded guilt.

Blackie and Wen Zheng, sitting to the side, watched the whole thing with indifference, neither offering any advice nor making any move. They simply sat calmly in their seats, arms crossed, with an air of detached indifference, as if they were watching a good show.

The atmosphere inside the private room was oppressive and eerie, with a palpable sense of tension spreading.

Guohua's Adam's apple bobbed as he hurriedly began to defend himself, his tone flustered and lacking confidence.

"Gandhi, this...this is all a misunderstanding!"

"I went to Macau on business a while ago and happened to see your wife gambling at the casino."

"She lost a large sum of money and was secretly drugged, leaving her unconscious."

"I had no choice but to stay and take care of her to save her; things are not as you think at all."

"Shut up!"

Gandhi's neck veins bulged, and the blood vessels in his temples were clearly visible. His anger surged to the top of his head, and his voice was hoarse from rage.

"Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe your clumsy excuse."

"My wife told me everything a long time ago. You two have been secretly having an affair for years!"

When the lie was exposed in public, Guohua stopped pretending, tore off his last layer of pretense, his expression became ferocious, and his tone became rough and domineering.

Blanch!

"I've already slept with him, what can you do to me?"

Gandhi clenched his knuckles tightly, his fists cracking, and was about to get up and fight when the black man beside him quickly reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, offering perfunctory words of advice.

"Forget it, Gandhi."

"She's just a woman, not your first wife, there's no need to make a big fuss."

"At worst, Guohua will pay you a sum of money, and we can let this matter pass and end peacefully."

This seemingly casual remark ignited Gandhi's long-suppressed anger.

He suddenly stood up, turned his head, pointed at the black man, and started cursing.

"You worthless bastard, you dare to offer me advice?"

"A few months ago, I partnered with you to import a batch of goods from South America, but you lied to me and said that the entire shipment was hijacked by pirates en route."

"And the result?"

"Not long ago, Ni Yongxiao found my shipment in your warehouse!"

"I trusted you completely, treating you like a brother, and this is how you schemed against and betrayed me behind my back?"

The black man's body stiffened abruptly, his pupils contracted sharply, and a look of astonishment and panic flashed across his face.

He thought he had kept it extremely secret and that no one knew about this secret affair, but he never expected that Gandhi had already found out everything.

"Gandhi... Gandhi, let me explain, it's not what you think!"

The black man stammered and hurriedly tried to explain himself.

"I won't listen! This is just nonsense!"

Gandhi abruptly interrupted him, his eyes bloodshot.

"You guys conspired together to fool me like I'm an idiot. Did you really think I knew nothing?"

Seeing that the situation was completely out of control and the conflict was escalating, Wen Zheng, who was standing nearby, quickly got up and stepped forward, reaching out to press down on Gandhi's shoulder to calm him down.

"Brother Gandhi, let's talk this out. There's no need to resort to violence and ruin the harmony between brothers."

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap echoed through the enclosed private room, the sound reverberating.

Gandhi slapped Wen Zheng hard across the face with his backhand. The force was so great that Wen Zheng turned his head to the side, and half of his cheek instantly turned red and swollen.

"Did it damage the relationship?"

"Pah! You make it sound so easy, you slut!"

"Of the three of you, you are the most insidious and despicable!"

"Not only did you secretly seduce my daughter, but you also deliberately induced her to take drugs. Your intentions are utterly malicious!"

"Just you wait, I'll raze your production workshop to the ground sooner or later and make you pay for your crimes in blood!"

Enraged, Gandhi did not hesitate for a moment. He picked up the scalding hot pot on the table with both hands, used the force to smash it hard against Wen Zheng.

The scalding hot soup base and various fresh ingredients were poured over Wen Zheng without reservation.

The scalding soup instantly burned the skin, causing excruciating pain.

"Aaaaaah!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the private room. Wen Zheng was covered in scalding soup and curled up on the cold floor in pain. His body twitched and convulsed uncontrollably, his face was as pale as a dead man, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

......

Outside the hot pot restaurant, in a dark and gloomy corner on the street.

Ye Guohuan sat in the driver's seat of the Sea Lion bread truck, a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers, the smoke obscuring his cold and handsome features.

His brows were furrowed, his aura was cold and stern, and he quietly awaited instructions.

The long wait had long since exhausted his patience. His gaze was fixed on the old, outdated mobile phone in his hand. The entire carriage was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Just then, a dull, abrupt cell phone ringtone broke the deathly silence in the carriage.

Ye Guohuan acted decisively and quickly answered the phone.

"Hello, okay."

He quickly hung up the call, grabbed the walkie-talkie next to him, and issued the order to proceed in a deep voice.

"action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the side doors of two other Toyota Hiace cars parked on the street were suddenly pulled open, the metal rails scraping together and making a screeching sound.

A group of burly men wearing black hoods that completely obscured their faces jumped swiftly from the vehicle without any hesitation.

The few young men left guarding the entrance of the hot pot restaurant were caught off guard and hadn't even realized what was happening. They asked the question with blank expressions.

"Hey, who are you people?"

"What do you want to do?"

Before the words had even finished, a sharp gunshot suddenly rang out.

The rapid, intense gunfire shattered the stillness of the night, bullets whistling through the air, carrying a sharp killing intent.

The few guards left at the entrance didn't have time to struggle or dodge; they were instantly shot and fell straight into a pool of blood.