Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Liu Hanxiang coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and then issued new instructions in a steady and powerful tone;

"Action team, please evacuate the scene in the established order. At the same time, the cleanup team is ready to enter and take over the follow-up work."

As his calm words echoed in the air, the operatives boarded the military police vehicle quickly and orderly.

Once all vehicles were fully loaded, the personnel in the police cars began their work.

With an almost pious seriousness, they carefully cleaned up the corpses and broken bodies at the scene, leaving no corner untouched.

Their eyes were focused and determined as they carefully cleaned every stain of blood, striving to restore the entire scene to its original appearance without leaving a single trace.

After the cleanup team successfully completed its task, Liu Hanxiang led his serious crime team members to conduct a comprehensive and detailed inspection of the scene again with a meticulous attitude.

After ensuring that every inch of land had been completely cleared of any distressing debris and remains of the dead, his gaze lingered for a moment at the deep canal mouth beside Wei Ye Street.

He quietly looked at the splashed walls on both sides of the canal, his eyes filled with complex and profound meanings.

Afterwards, Liu Hanxiang decisively waved his hand and led the cleaning team to evacuate the scene quietly like a ghost in the night.

Only a block of streets remained, which had been carefully treated and restored to peace, quietly waiting for the arrival of dawn under the cover of night.

As the night faded away like ink, a series of subtle and fragmentary sounds quietly rang out from the deep canal on the side of Weiye Street.

Along with the delicate ripples on the surface of the water in the canal, a blurry figure appeared, like a ghost struggling out from the edge of a dream.

With his hands on the canal, he slowly crawled out of the dark abyss.

He carefully poked out half of his head, like a vigilant wild animal, and looked carefully at the surrounding streets that had returned to their normal state and were peaceful and quiet in the early morning light.

After ensuring that the surrounding environment was safe and seeing sporadic pedestrians starting to appear on the roadside, he took a deep breath and slowly gathered his strength as he blended into the vitality of the early morning.

Then, he flipped over nimbly, his movements were swift and silent, and he jumped up from the edge of the canal in an instant, sweeping across the ground like a gust of wind.

It quickly disappeared into a narrow and deep alley not far away, leaving only a faint shadow that gradually blurred in the morning light until it disappeared completely.

In May, the midday sun in Hong Kong Island has begun to gradually become warmer.

Scorpion Tail pushed open the door of the boxing room, and a wave of heat accompanied by the lingering sound of the boxing hit him in the face.

He fixed his eyes on Liu Xu, who was sweating profusely and punching with flying fists. He then bowed and whispered with a bit of awe in his voice: "Brother Xu, Brother Shanghai Zaizai is here."

Liu Xu's movements froze for a moment. He exhaled lightly and then took off his boxing gloves.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the gloves fell accurately on the glove rack beside them.

Liu Xu raised his hand slightly and wiped away the dense beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. The action was casual yet graceful.

As he passed the scorpion tail, he left a low and powerful voice: "I'm going to wash off the sweat on my body. You ask him to wait for a while."

After saying this, his figure disappeared into the shadow behind the door like a ghost, leaving behind only the sound of fists and lingering heat waves in the room.

Five minutes passed in a flash, and Liu Xu appeared in the leisure room on the second floor of the boxing gym, with a warm smile on his face and a hint of ridicule in his voice:

"Brother Zai, you came to the gym this time because Mr. Gao has something to tell you, right? After all, it's really rare to see you cross the threshold of my gym unless there's something else going on."

Faced with Liu Xu's slightly humorous words, Shanghaizi couldn't help but show a little embarrassment on his face.

He coughed lightly, trying to ease the delicate atmosphere, and then spoke with a hint of helplessness and apology in his voice:

"Brother Xu, you know that my identity as a white paper fan makes it inconvenient for me to move around. Without Mr. Gao's nod, it is really difficult for me to get away easily."

"Haha, brother, I don't mean to blame you," Liu Xu picked up the teapot and skillfully poured tea into the half-full cup in front of Shanghaizi while saying:

"I'm just feeling that inviting you to dinner is harder than climbing to the sky!"

Speaking of this, Shanghaizi couldn't help but recall Liu Xu's sincere and enthusiastic invitation when he came to the boxing gym several times before.

A surge of apology surged in his heart, and he quickly raised his teacup and apologized sincerely:

"Brother Xu, I was in a hurry to respond to Mr. Gao's instructions a few times before, which was indeed inconvenient. I'm really sorry! How about this, there will be a Guqi Restaurant at the end of the month, and I'll host it, how about that?"

When Liu Xu heard this, his smile showed a hint of sincerity and expectation. He placed his hand heavily on Shanghaizi's shoulder.

"Brother, let's make a deal now. We'll be at Guqi Restaurant at the end of the month, and we won't leave until we're drunk!"

The two men smiled at each other, and then they each picked up the teacups on the table and clinked them lightly. The crisp sound seemed to crown their agreement.

Amid the aroma of tea, the two people's agreement was formally established.

After Shanghai Zai conveyed the notice from the restaurant owner Mr. Gao, he slowly stood up and said goodbye softly: "Brother Xu, I'll go back and report first. See you at Guqi Restaurant at the end of the month!"

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared at the stairs to the second floor of the boxing gym.

Liu Xu put away the smile on his face, looked deeply in the direction where Shanghaizai left, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The notice that Shanghaizai had just conveyed echoed in his mind, and he pondered secretly in his heart.

"The head monk Gao Laofa suddenly warned all the hall masters and red sticks in the society, requiring everyone to stay within their territory in the near future."

"Don't go out and don't take the initiative to provoke fights with other gangs. It seems that something happened in Hong Kong Island between yesterday and today that I don't know about."

Thinking of this, he called Scorpion Tail and instructed with a serious tone:

"Xiontail, take a few smart and capable brothers with you to gather information from the underworld and see if you can find out what major events have occurred in Hong Kong Island from yesterday to today."

Upon hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in Scorpion Tail's eyes. He immediately responded in agreement, turned around, went downstairs, called a few capable brothers, and left.

Standing by the spacious and bright window of the office, Liu Xu watched the backs of Scorpion Tail and his group as they left until they completely disappeared from his sight.

Then, he slowly turned around, walked to the desk, sat down gently, and kept thinking about the next development plan in his mind.

Although he didn't know what exactly happened that caused the leader of a first-class society to issue a house arrest order to all members of the society, he knew there must be a deeper meaning behind it.

Perhaps it was because of some unknown secret operation, or perhaps it was to avoid the coming storm. In short, he believed that Gao Laofa's move was not without purpose.

From this, Liu Xu inferred that since He Liansheng had adopted such a cautious attitude.

Then the other several societies that are equally influential in the underworld will certainly receive strict instructions from their respective leaders and orders not to provoke trouble easily.

In this way, the turf war that was originally undercurrent will die down, at least in the short term, and the world may usher in a rare period of peace.

In this case, he can completely start the management planning of the shipping company and the affairs of Senior Superintendent William Mac.