Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Liu Xu's expression remained unchanged. He slowly walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and stared at the deserted street outside the window, which was only occasionally dotted with a few dim street lights.

The night was dark, and most of the shops on both sides of the street were still closed in the early morning. Only a few pedestrians were walking hurriedly in the cold wind. He frowned slightly, piecing together some key fragments in his mind.

Turning around, Liu Xu's eyes became firm and deep: "I own the largest taxi company in Hong Kong Island, which means we have eyes in every corner of the city."

The intelligence team’s affairs must not be exposed, so the taxi company can only be used as an excuse.

"At that time, my company's driver happened to pass by the East Corridor and saw the deformed vehicle."

He paused for a moment, his eyes as sharp as torches, and he slowly glanced among the uncles and the hall master. Everyone felt an invisible pressure.

He continued, "To be able to stop Mr. Gao at such a late hour in a relatively remote place like the East Corridor, the person behind this must be someone who knows Mr. Gao's situation very well."

"Moreover, the other party was able to arrange an appointment with Mr. Gao at such a late time and did not let him inform other people, which further narrowed the scope of suspects."

"I hope this incident was not done by someone from our community, otherwise, I will not be polite to them."

At this point, Liu Xu's gaze deliberately lingered on Uncle Deng for a few seconds: "I'll have to trouble you to take care of Mr. Gao's funeral. Please be sure to inform me of the time and place."

After he finished speaking, he once again glanced at everyone with an expressionless face. That look seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, causing everyone present to lower their heads, not daring to look him in the face.

Then he turned around and left the ward with steady steps, leaving the room full of silence and anxiety.

Chen Dao and A Quan exchanged glances, and their eyes lingered on Big D for a moment with special meaning, as if silently asking something.

But he quickly retracted his gaze, quickly followed Liu Xu's steps, and disappeared outside the ward door together.

Seeing this, Chuiji forced a smile on his face, trying to ease the tense atmosphere: "Don't get me wrong, Ah Xu doesn't suspect that everyone is involved."

"He hopes that Mr. Gao's case can be solved as soon as possible to avoid suspicion among his own people and damage the harmony."

After saying that, he nodded to Deng Bo to show his apology and respect, and then quickly left the ward, leaving only a series of fading footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Inside the ward, everyone looked at each other, making the atmosphere suddenly become unusually heavy and weird.

At the entrance of Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Chuiji caught up with Liu Xu and whispered, "Ah Xu, you are too impulsive. How can you say in public that you doubt your own people?"

"Why don't we investigate secretly?"

"Brother Ji, according to my judgment, there is a 20% chance that Mr. Gao is going to find you. There is an 80% chance that he is going to find Uncle Deng. Is this the Mr. Gao you made an appointment with?"

Inside the car, Liu Xu stared into Chuiji's eyes, revealing an indescribable depth.

"Hey, you bastard! You even doubt your own boss!" Chuiji pushed Liu Xu's shoulder in a joking manner. Seeing that he looked serious, he immediately restrained his expression and responded seriously;

"Since I received the notice from Ah Luo in the early morning, I have been busy trying to seize the territory of Tung Sing and Hung Hing. I didn't make an appointment with Mr. Gao. It was only when Bo Zai came to tell me that I found out."

Seeing that Chuiji did not lie, Liu Xu nodded slightly: "Brother Ji, if you want to be the boss, I will definitely support you!"

Chuiji shook his head slowly: "It would be a lie to say I don't want to be the club's leader. But the current situation is not suitable for re-election, so we'll see when the time comes."

As the vehicle slowly drove away from the hospital, the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground gradually blended into the night.

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The next day, as the sun gradually rose higher, the sky turned pale, and the bustling city of Hong Kong Island slowly woke up from its slumber.

Nine o'clock is not only the time for all enterprises and institutions to officially go to work, but also the beginning of the city's accelerated pulse and vitality.

For the underground world of Hong Kong Island, this time is also of special significance. It is the moment when the leaders and bosses of various societies open their eyes after a night's rest.

At the Central Police Station, Garen angrily lectured Mike, mainly about the fact that none of the photographers Mike sent out in the early morning returned to the police station.

The situation at the scene was one of saliva flying and spit splashing everywhere.

Mike lowered his head obediently and accepted his leader's ruthless venting.

In fact, Galen didn't want this to happen, but the political department personnel he secretly sent out also did not come back. It was obvious that all the personnel sent out were killed.

This guess, as Mike's report was confirmed, immediately made Galen a little furious, and he urgently needed someone to vent his anger on. Mike in front of him naturally became the target of his anger.

However, after learning that Gao Laofa, the boss of He Liansheng, had been murdered, he quickly summoned the leader of the intelligence gathering team, Alexander Xinghan, to inquire about the development of the incident.

After briefly understanding what happened, he put it out of his mind. The death of the leader of one of the four major societies was not a big deal to him.

However, for Mike, the head of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau at the East Kowloon Police Station, it was not only a big deal, but also an extremely difficult matter to deal with.

If it is not handled properly, it may cause a riot among all the groups in Heliansheng, or even all the groups in Hong Kong Island. So he gave this task to his deputy, Sir Xu.

When the other party was working in a junior staff position, he often dealt with community groups. When this matter was handed over to Sir Xu, he believed that the other party would handle it properly.

As for whether it was handled improperly, Mike didn't care. If it was handled properly, it would be good for everyone. If it was handled improperly, then he would just take the blame.

Sir Xu, who received the task, understood Mike's intention. After accepting the task, he immediately met with the various hall masters and uncles of Lian Sheng.

In a very stern tone, he advised and warned everyone to behave themselves. The police would investigate Gao Laofa's case, and it would be best not to cause trouble for the police force or for themselves.

In this regard, both the uncles and the ten hall masters nodded in agreement.

If you verbally agree, you can leave the police station immediately. If you do not verbally respond to the police's warning, you will be detained for 48 hours. It is obvious what to choose.

In the Wan Chai photo studio, under the dim light and filled with smoke, Uncle Deng and Da D sat face to face, the atmosphere was solemn and subtle. Uncle Deng spoke slowly, his voice carrying unquestionable majesty:

"I have discussed with my uncles and have decided to recommend you, Big D, to take over the position of the He Liansheng Club after the dust settles on Ah Fa's funeral. Do you have the confidence to lead the club to create greater success?"

When Big D heard this, his excitement was clearly visible on his face, but he soon regained his composure. He slowly raised his head, looked directly at Uncle Deng, and said in a low and firm voice:

"Uncle Deng, I know the importance of this position. If you uncles really trust me, I am willing to take on this heavy responsibility and lead the team to move forward and live up to everyone's expectations."

Seeing this, Deng Bo smiled approvingly. Only someone like Da D, who showed his emotions on his face, could be controlled by him.