Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

The moment he hung up the phone, Liu Xu couldn't help but outline a meaningful and playful expression on his face. His eyes flickered, and he thought to himself:

"Life is like a game of chess, with each game being a new one. Just as Ah Quan came to report Hong Tai's secret plan, a series of phone calls followed. It's really better to be lucky than to be early."

"Haha, since Chuanbao wants to take advantage of him, let's just wait and see. A man who is almost buried up to his neck in the earth still dares to come out and make trouble. He really doesn't know how to write the word 'death'."

Thinking of this, Liu Xu chuckled and slowly read out "The Peninsula Hotel at 3 pm tomorrow." Then, he took a sip of the beer in the glass and quietly looked at the scenery outside the window.

In the early morning in Mong Kok, inside a dimly lit tea restaurant, smoke was lingering and a subtle atmosphere of tension hung in the air.

Amidst the smoke of cigarettes, a cigarette-smoking man named A Kun and a stern-looking man with a crew cut sat face to face. Their eyes met in the dimness, as if they were engaged in a silent contest.

The man with the buzz cut stared at A-Kun opposite him with a sharp gaze, and said with an unquestionable determination: "A-Kun, I don't have much time left."

"In three days at most, your white glove must disappear from this world!" His tone revealed an irresistible determination, as if he was issuing a final ultimatum.

Ah Kun seemed nonchalant. He scratched his crotch casually and waved his hand, looking nonchalant: "Don't worry, just do your job. I've made all the necessary preparations."

His tone was full of confidence, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"This idiot has sold all the goods but he is still holding back on giving me the money. Since he dares to have second thoughts, why don't you send him to sell the salted duck eggs so that I don't have to do it myself."

"However, fortunately, I was careful and secretly found out where he hid the money, otherwise I would have suffered a huge loss this time." A Kun complained indignantly.

The shaved man's tense expression relaxed a little after hearing this, but he immediately changed the subject: "I need you to help me create a perfect opportunity to attack, preferably one that can kill with one strike."

A Kun paused for a moment, slowly exhaled the cigarette in his mouth, frowned slightly, and there was a subtle hesitation in his confidence:

"This matter is just a piece of cake for me. I can arrange for Sha Qiang to send him an invitation in my personal capacity, inviting him to go to the Happy Foot Spa to enjoy himself."

"By then, he won't have too many people with him. With the skills of your brothers, I believe you will be able to take advantage of the opportunity to deal with him."

"However," he paused, then changed the subject, revealing a worried look:

"But, I'm worried that if you do it too smoothly, it will arouse the suspicion of the boss above us. After all, in this circle, you have to be careful about everything."

Hearing this, the crew-haired man smiled and shook his head slowly: "I know what's going on. There aren't many people in the club who truly stand by him wholeheartedly. Most of them are fence-sitters like Brother Ji, who go with the flow."

There was a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his tone.

As if the buzz cut man's words had touched his funny bone, Kun let out a mocking laugh:

"Humph, that guy is just born into a good family." He seemed to remember something, "I heard that his brother is doing very well in Thailand."

"It's a pity that when he first started to join the underworld, he was not on guard enough and was tricked by his own brother. Otherwise, it's not certain who would take the position of leader of the society."

As he spoke, he stamped out the cigarette in his hand and drank the tea in front of him. "In order to avoid any more trouble, you should arrange for your people to take action in the early hours of three days."

"Remember, you must make your arrangements more confusing. Otherwise, I will not admit that we have a private relationship."

After he finished speaking, A Kun stood up and disappeared at the door of the box, leaving behind only a faint trace of smoke and a mysterious back.

And in the distant Indian Ocean, a luxurious cruise ship is sailing through the waves.

At the bow, Crow stood side by side with a middle-aged man named Uncle Ben, their eyes looking through the rough sea, as if looking for something.

There was a hint of doubt and confusion in Wu Crow's eyes: "Uncle Ben, even if Brother Run asked us to go back to Hong Kong Island, you don't have to bring so many weapons, right?"

"You have to know that Hong Kong Island is not a windmill country. The situation there is much more complicated than here. Once we are found by the Hong Kong Island police, there is no third possibility except being deported and imprisoned."

Uncle Ben laughed out loud when he heard this. His hair fluttered in the sea breeze, but it still couldn't hide the joy and pride on his face.

He brought Crow back to the captain's office, poured him a glass of wine, and then shook the glass in his hand with a hint of smugness and pride in his voice:

"Your background is too shallow after all. My cruise ship is registered under the name of a powerful British baron, and the reason I went to Hong Kong Island was just for fun."

"Don't worry, the Hong Kong Coast Guard won't want to offend him without solid evidence. As for these weapons, they are necessary. With them, our society can become bigger and stronger!"

Seeing the doubt still in Crow's eyes, he shook his head and said, "You have worked with Camel for too short a time. You don't understand how strong his character is."

"In the early 1970s, when we were still working for the same company, my relationship with him was pretty good. At that time, we talked and laughed, and worked hard together for development."

"However, in the middle period, due to the competition for the leading position, our relationship completely broke down. From the initial chatting and laughing, we became enemies with a deadly relationship."

"In the end, the reason why we didn't fight to the death was just to consider the overall situation and maintain the stability of the community."

Uncle Ben's words were full of memories and emotions of the past, and his eyes flashed with complex emotions. The crow listened to his story quietly.

Crow only started to rise to power in the early 1980s, and because of his status and position, he didn't know much about what happened in the early and mid-1970s.

Therefore, now that he saw that there were senior members of the club who were willing to help him catch up on what had happened in the club, he was naturally very happy.

Uncle Ben paused, and seeing that Crow listened so seriously, he nodded with satisfaction and continued: "You should know the final result. I didn't compete with Camel."

"In order to avoid being liquidated, I took my men and retreated to the Windmill Country. For this reason, I have no further contact with Camel."

"Even at the end of 1978, when your previous generation of Five Tigers and Hongxing had an unprecedented fight to the death, you didn't recall me. You can imagine how scared Camel was of me."

At this point, Uncle Ben chuckled, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and his voice was low, with the vicissitudes of time: "This time he took the initiative to call me back to Hong Kong Island. This is the first time in many years."

He slowly walked to the window, looked at the distant horizon, and continued: "I think he must have encountered some difficult problems and needs my help."

"And I just happen to have no intention of returning to Windmill Country! Therefore, this batch of arms is used as a bargaining chip to realize my idea."