Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

This winding path, although still narrow, can only accommodate one car slowly passing through.

But today, it is like an invisible green channel, leading vehicles forward unimpeded.

However, just as the driver Cai Xugen was enjoying the tranquility and smoothness, a sudden change broke the peace.

As he was driving through a slightly busy intersection, an old man suddenly rushed out from the left, holding a kettle full of water in his hand.

The driver was caught off guard and the water in the old man's hand poured down like a torrential rain through the half-open car window and mercilessly fell on him.

He sniffed subconsciously, and an indescribable stench instantly spread out, causing him to frown and mutter to himself: "What kind of water is this? It's so smelly!"

In order to isolate the disgusting smell, he quickly raised the windows on both sides of the driver's seat and lowered the windows on both sides of the back seat, trying to dilute the stench through air convection.

However, even so, he still could not conceal the irritation and displeasure on his face. He could only endure the discomfort and continue driving towards home.

However, fate did not seem to let him off so easily.

Just as he was about to leave this narrow section of road and drive onto a wider road, a huge advertising curtain suddenly fell from the sky like a disaster from the sky.

It blocked his windshield. With his vision blocked, he could only step on the brakes urgently, feeling helpless and angry.

He opened the car door in silence, got out of the car, and looked at the old rope. He walked quickly to the bottom of the curtain, grasped the rope with both hands, and pulled it open with all his strength.

However, because he used too much force, the curtain caused the iron hook on the side to fall off, causing it to shoot straight towards Cai Xugen who was standing below like an arrow.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and Cai Xugen was hit on the head by the iron hook. He lost his balance instantly and fell straight to the ground, without any movement.

Three hours after Cai Xugen's accident, there was a hurried knock on Liu Xu's office door. He said calmly, "Push the door open, Scorpion Tail."

Outside the door, Scorpion Tail carefully looked at the door, and after confirming that there was no peephole on it, he scratched his head in confusion and pushed the door open.

"Brother Xu, He Guohui has taken action!" Scorpion Tail reported eagerly as soon as he entered the room. Liu Xu raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of curiosity and expectation in his eyes: "Oh? What's the result?"

Scorpion Tail responded respectfully: "Cai Xugen was hit on the head by an iron hook on the spot, and died on the way to the emergency center due to excessive blood loss."

Liu Xu nodded calmly after hearing this, and then asked, "Does the New Territories police suspect that this accident was caused by humans?"

Scorpion Tail shook his head: "No, the New Territories police station has already issued a notice, defining the incident as an accident."

Liu Xu laughed, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, "Sure enough, professional matters should be left to professionals." His tone contained a hint of appreciation.

Then, Liu Xu changed the subject and said seriously, "The people watching them must not be withdrawn. If something similar happens again, let them handle it."

"I have my eyes on this group of people for life!" Scorpion Tail heard the determination and importance in the words of the boss Liu Xu. He nodded quickly, turned around and left the office to arrange for people to strengthen surveillance.

At the same time, in the Governor's House in Central, Hong Kong Island, Governor Scallon was studying the visiting letter from the Tsukamoto Group in his hand. His brows unconsciously knitted together, and doubts arose in his heart.

The Tsukamoto Group not only plays an important role in Japan, but also has considerable influence on the international stage.

It should be easy to hold a banquet without the need for him, the Governor, to issue invitations.

Was it to weaken the hostile forces within Hong Kong Island? Or was it to further enhance the group's influence and status in Hong Kong Island? Scarlen was a little confused.

Just as Scarlen was lost in thought, the internal telephone on his desk suddenly rang. A young and slightly familiar voice penetrated the receiver and hit his ears directly:

"Mr. Scallen, Mr. Tsukamoto, the head of the Tsukamoto Group, has arrived at the gate of the Governor's Mansion. Do you approve this invitation?"

Scarlen quickly glanced at the timestamp of the email arriving at the Governor's Mansion. An indescribable light flashed across his deep eyes, and he whispered to himself:

"It's just a banquet, why did he get so impatient? It was only an hour after the email was delivered to him that Yoshito Tsukamoto came to visit in person."

He smiled slightly, his tone revealing a barely perceptible indifference, and said to his secretary Lai Li on the other end of the phone calmly and forcefully:

"Please ask him to wait in the reception room. I have some unfinished business. Please ask him to wait for half an hour."

In the distant Siamese capital of Bangkok, inside the towering office building of Safe Shield Co., Ltd.

Diao Haichou looked expressionlessly at his subordinate Piyeshan, who had a frightened look on his face, and his sister Yalana, who had a flattering look on her face.

He waved his hand gently, signaling Phayasan to leave, and then all attention was focused on his sister Yarana.

Looking at the tiny but noticeable scar on her face, a trace of unconcealable heartache flashed across Diao Haichou's eyes, and he said earnestly:

"I have warned you many times that if you need money, just ask me. My elder brother is like a father, how can I sit back and watch? I worked so hard to raise you, not just to give you away!"

"If Feng Xu had not been willing to give me, your brother, some face this time, I'm afraid both my brother and I would have died in Hong Kong Island." There was a hint of blame in Diao Haichou's words, but also deep concern for his sister.

Looking at Yalana's nonchalant expression, he shook his head helplessly, knowing in his heart that this over-pampered sister had not yet realized the seriousness of the situation.

Taking a deep breath, Diao Haichou calmed down his inner turmoil and asked in a low but firm voice: "The scars on your face and the piercing wounds on Phayashan's hands, were they caused by darts or other sharp weapons?"

Upon hearing this, Yalana slowly raised her head and looked at her brother. Although confusion flickered in her eyes, she still answered truthfully: "I was injured by the flying knife sent by Feng Xu."

Diao Haichou nodded slightly and continued to talk more deeply: "Then do you know how many people in Siam are capable of accurately hitting a person's palm with a flying knife from ten meters away, causing a penetrating wound?"

Yalana shook her head, looking confused.

Diao Haichou stretched out a hand and said to Yalana with a sigh in his tone:

"In the past, there were only five such experts, but now, there are only four left. Even Labutu, who has the highest martial arts value in our company, cannot cause this level of damage."

"Why are there only four people left? Is someone gone?" Yalana asked curiously, with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

Diao Haichou's hand suddenly stopped in the air. He took a deep breath, grabbed Yalana's collar and lifted her in front of him.

The two men's eyes met in the air, and Diao Haichou's voice was low and cold, full of unquestionable majesty: "You stupid guy."

"I'm telling you this not so that you can search for the missing expert, but because I want to tell you that every one of these people is a peerless expert who can defeat a hundred people at once."

"You are my brother, and even I dare not offend him easily!"