Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Not long after, Sang Kun led Yan Gui Le and Yan Gui Le's younger brothers to the tea restaurant in a hurry.

Liu Xu stood up, thanked Sang Kun and exchanged a few words, then dismissed Sang Bo and others on the pretext of private matters and that it was inconvenient for outsiders to be present.

Outside the tea restaurant, Sang Kun's younger brothers looked at each other in bewilderment. One of them even said to Sang Kun with envy on his face: "Boss, Feng Xu is really awesome. With just one sentence, Yan Gui Le obediently came to the appointment."

Upon hearing this, Sang Kun casually spat on the side of the road and snorted disdainfully: "Humph, he is just a young man who made his fortune by borrowing money."

“I don’t know who was the sucker who threw away two million dollars without blinking an eye.

"Look at how popular he is these days. He is so popular. But people like him don't know how to restrain their edge. Sooner or later, they will fall. By then, I'm afraid he will die miserably on the street and no one will pick up his body."

Sang Kun's words were full of disdain for Liu Xu.

In the tea restaurant, Liu Xu ordered Scorpion Tail to pour a cup of hot tea for Yan Guile. He glanced at the arrogant and hot-tempered man next to Yan Guile, and his tone was calm but sharp.

"Brother Le, your little brother is really ignorant. He actually dared to take the money I gave to others."

After saying that, Liu Xu raised the teacup, gestured to Yan Guile, and took a sip of tea.

He continued, "I sent that old lady's son to prison, and your little brother took the compensation money I gave him right after. This incident made me very unhappy."

"Plus, I was just attacked by a gunman. Although I succeeded in killing him, I couldn't find the person behind it. This made me not only unhappy, but also very angry. I wanted to kill someone!"

On the way to the tea restaurant, Yan Guile asked Huo Bao whether he had any conflicts with his younger brother Feng Xu recently.

When he got the answer "no", Yan Guile thought of Huobao's skills and thought that Feng Xu had heard of Huobao's reputation as a good fighter and wanted to poach him and recruit Huobao to his job.

On the way, he had even secretly estimated the stakes in his mind.

At this moment, when he learned from Feng Xu the purpose of the other party's search for Huo Bao, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and back. The calm expression on his face turned into panic.

Now, hearing Feng Xu say that his younger brother had taken the money he had rewarded to others, Yan Guile suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

His hands were trembling slightly, and he tried to remain calm as he filled Liu Xu's cup of tea. His movements revealed an indescribable nervousness and flattery.

He stroked his forehead gently. Even though there was no sweat there, the guilt and panic were as heavy as substance.

Yan Guile is the red stick of the Hehexing Society, and Liu Xu is the red stick of the Heliansheng Society. There is no question of who is higher or lower in status between the two, after all, they both start with the word "He".

If Liu Xu wants to occupy his territory, he will not find any help.

"Crazy...Brother Xu, how do you think this matter should be handled?"

Yan Guile did not make any excuses or evasions. Now that the other party had come to him in person, it meant that the matter was a done deal.

As to whether Huobao really took the money, it is no longer the primary consideration at this moment.

The most urgent task is to calm Feng Xu's anger and send him away with satisfaction, rather than to find out the truth of the matter.

If the way this matter is handled fails to satisfy Feng Xu, let alone settling the score with his younger brother, it is hard to say whether he can survive.

Seeing that the other party was so tactful, Liu Xu hesitated for a moment and said, "Your little brother took the 10,000 Hong Kong dollars I gave him."

"I think you should pay ten times the compensation, and cut off one of their fingers, and then we'll be done with this matter. By the way, your brother beat the orphan and the widower pretty badly, so you should add some medical expenses."

His tone was full of unquestionable flavor.

Hearing this, Yan Guile glanced at Huobao, who was pale beside him, and nodded with gritted teeth: "Okay, let's do as you say, Brother Xu. Bad boy, go back and get 200,000 Hong Kong dollars."

Upon hearing this, the bad boy hurriedly ran towards the place where the smoker had fun - the mahjong hall.

As for Huobao, he recalled the combination of a child and an old man he encountered in the middle of the night some time ago.

He first looked at the big boss, the smoker, and seeing that he was indifferent, he turned to look at Liu Xu who was standing aside: he was stuttering with a pitiful expression on his face.

"Brother Xu, I just took some money and taught him a lesson. You don't have to do this? Not only did you lose money, but you also broke your finger."

Liu Xu suddenly pulled out a machete from his arms, and with a low and cold sound, the knife fell steadily on the table.

He stared at Huo Bao, his eyes were calm, only the cold voice slowly spread in the air: "Don't say that I don't give face to your boss Le Ge. You can choose between fingers or life."

The resentment that flashed in his fiery eyes was like a poisonous snake in the dark night, but it was immediately swallowed up by endless fear.

With trembling hands, he slowly reached for the sharp blade on the table, his eyes wandering between the younger brothers behind Liu Xu who were ready to attack and his own boss, Yan Guile.

In the midst of despair and struggle, Huobao made a decision. His eyes suddenly focused, as if all his courage and determination were gathered in this moment.

With a heavy gasp, he swung the blade in his hand violently without any hesitation, as if he wanted to vent all his resentment and anger on this one knife.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only the sharp sound of the blade cutting through the air and Huobao's face distorted by pain.

Liu Xu watched everything indifferently. When everything was settled, he slowly picked up the thick stack of Hong Kong dollars on the table.

He stood up and patted the shoulder of Smoker Le, with a hint of appreciation in his gesture: "Brother Le, your little brother is not bad, he is a real man."

"Okay, let's take him to the hospital. If we do it quickly enough, maybe we can reattach it and save the finger."

After saying that, Liu Xu turned around and left with his younger brothers behind him.

When Liu Xu and his group completely blended into the night and disappeared, Yan Guile's face instantly turned gloomy.

He suddenly swung his hand, slapped the bad boy on the back of his head, and scolded him harshly: "What are you still standing there for? Send Huobao to the hospital quickly, it will be too late if you are late."

The bad boy was startled by the slap and immediately came to his senses.

He hurriedly picked up the severed finger on the table and asked the waiter for some ice cubes. He carefully wrapped it up.

Then, he supported the pale-faced Huobao, walked quickly to the car parked not far away, and rushed to the nearby Queen Elizabeth Hospital.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy and depressing. Yan Guile sighed softly, stretched out his hand and gently patted Huo Bao's shoulder.

He said earnestly: "You are so hot-tempered. Don't blame me, the boss, for not supporting you. You know how powerful Feng Xu is in the underworld.

"If I had protected you and refused to explain today's incident to Feng Xu, I'm afraid that not only you, but also me and the bad boy would not be able to leave that tea restaurant."

Huobao, whose lips turned purple due to continuous blood loss, forced a smile, nodded, and responded weakly; "Brother Le, I understand. This is my own fault."

"Because of momentary greed, not only did I almost lose my own life, but I also implicated you and the bad guy." There was a hint of resentment in his helpless words.

Yan Guile nodded and muttered softly: "Speaking of which, this matter is also related to Sang Kun. If it weren't for this pouncer calling me, I would definitely not take you there. In this case, maybe you still have room to escape."

When Huobao heard this, a trace of resentment flashed across his face.