Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Seeing this, Uncle Deng raised his lips to smile in approval and gently patted Big D on the shoulder.

"I know that you have always been the most responsible one in the club. However, taking this position means that you will face more challenges and tests. But I believe you can do it!"

While we were talking, we could occasionally hear a few car horns from afar outside the photo studio.

It seemed to foreshadow the changes in the outside world, and within this small space, a consensus had been quietly reached on a power transfer that would affect the future of the community.

As soon as he returned to Dongsheng Building, Liu Xu ran into Scorpion Tail head-on. The other party was not talking about Gao Laofa, but about Tsukamoto Yoshito. Chen Zhixiong returned to Hong Kong smoothly at ten o'clock in the morning.

Scorpion Tail has already listed Chen Zhixiong as a person that taxi drivers must pay close attention to.

As soon as Chen Zhixiong stepped into the taxi, the driver's vigilance was immediately triggered. He recognized that this was a person who was marked on the company's focus wall and needed special attention.

After Chen Zhixiong finished his trip and got off the bus, the driver quickly conveyed the information to Scorpion Tail, who then passed the news to Liu Xu without delay.

Liu Xu tapped the table lightly, thinking to himself: "Chen Zhixiong's return to Hong Kong undoubtedly means that Tsukamoto Yoshito's life has come to an end."

Chen Zhixiong's return is a bad thing for Tsukamoto Yoshito, but a good thing for him.

Chen Zhixiong's residence is located on Lai Chi Kok Road, which is his daily resting place.

However, recently he always felt that there was a pair of invisible eyes watching him secretly.

However, whenever he tried to use the anti-reconnaissance skills he learned in the police force to find this potential surveillance person, he always came back empty-handed.

This feeling made Chen Zhixiong feel very depressed.

He even began to wonder if he was mentally ill.

On the way back, when he took a taxi again, the feeling of being watched came over him again like a tide, driving him almost crazy.

The plane was just chatting with him, neither trying to find out his whereabouts nor secretly looking at him while driving. This contradictory feeling made Chen Zhixiong more uncomfortable.

In order to solve this mystery, Chen Zhixiong went to the police psychological counseling room for help. He hoped to determine whether he really had a mental illness through a psychiatrist's diagnosis.

The psychologist received Chen Zhixiong and had a detailed communication and questioning with him.

In the end, the psychiatrist gave the answer: Chen Zhixiong did not suffer from a mental illness, and his problem might be due to the distortion of cognitive behavior. "

"In order to help him improve his mental state and reduce the frequency of paranoia, the psychologist used cognitive behavioral therapy to help him identify and change negative thinking patterns and behavioral habits.

However, after some communication, Chen Zhixiong firmly believed that he did not suffer from this type of disease.

He began to reflect on whether the recent frequent assassination missions had caused his stress reaction. This high-intensity psychological pressure might have caused him to have hallucinations and delusions.

"Maybe, after finishing this business, I should take a break for a while? But I don't have much time left to live!" Chen Zhixiong sighed in his heart.

He didn't react at all. From the time he went to Fuso until he returned to Hong Kong, he didn't feel that he was being watched. It was only after he set foot on Hong Kong Island that he felt that he was being watched.

At Bel-Air Villa, Jiang Tiansheng's mood was like the sky before a storm, extremely impatient and uneasy.

This kind of emotion was not caused by the murder of Gao Laofa, the leader of the Hongxing Club, nor was it because Hongxing lost a lot of territory due to his own decision, but was related to his trusted and beloved general, Chen Yao.

As Jiang Tiansheng's right-hand man, Chen Yao has always been his most trusted assistant. However, in the early morning, after the big fight, the opponent never showed up again.

"Hey, Whitehead, is Chen Yao being held captive in your East Star headquarters?"

"I'm telling you, if you really detained me at the East Star Headquarters, as long as you release A Yao now, I will pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, if I find out, I will never forgive you!"

Listening to the voice coming from the microphone, Bai Tou Weng felt a little tired. He sighed slightly, his tone full of helplessness; "How many times do you want me to say it before you are willing to believe the fact that Chen Yao is not with me?"

"Are you a pig? Although the plan between your Hongxing and my Dongxing has been broken, now is the time for each of us to lick our wounds. What do I want to gain by giving you a white paper fan?"

"Is it because you, Hongxing, suffered more serious losses than our Dongxing? Is it because you have a girlfriend who helps you eat every day? Or is it because you have an extremely stupid head? I will reply to you again: Chen Yao is not with me!"

"After learning that my plan to join hands with you, Hung Hing, to take over Yau Tsim Mong had failed, he resigned from me and said that he would return to the island to report the defeat to you. I don't know anything else. Get out of here now!"

Hearing the disconnection sound from the phone, Jiang Tiansheng angrily smashed the phone, kicked the sofa hard, and cursed: "Fuck, Chen Yao, where the hell have you been!"

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Fuso, in this era, Osaka's nightlife is as colorful as Hong Kong Island.

From high-end bars to lively nightclubs, from traditional izakayas to fashionable cafes, Osaka's nightlife venues are unique and are a great place for Osaka citizens to relax and have fun.

The Servant Café is Eiji Tsukamoto's favorite place to relax. It not only has decent service, but also considerate and caring attitude, as well as tender feelings where people can confide in each other.

In a private room, Eiji Tsukamoto was enjoying himself. He liked to provide services to three women at the same time and have one woman serve him at the same time.

I just felt that the fingers of my left and right hands and my mouth were easily tired. In addition, it was easy for me to urinate urgently after finishing. Especially since he drank a lot of coffee, he was more likely to urinate urgently!

With a little satisfaction, he told the four waiters to tidy up their clothes, then stood up and went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor alone to relieve his urgency, one of the three urgent needs.

Su Chang flushed the toilet, washed himself, and just as he pulled up his pants, he didn't notice that the toilet door behind him was gently opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a mask walked out.

The smell of almonds instantly filled Eiji Tsukamoto's nostrils, followed by a strong feeling of dizziness, and he finally fell heavily on the bathroom floor.

"Fatty, hurry up and get out to work!"

As the middle-aged man's voice fell, the door of another toilet was gently opened, and a fat man walked out and neatly stuffed Tsukamoto Eiji, who was lying on the ground, into his clothes.

Then he slowly walked out of the cafe. As for the middle-aged man, in order to slow down the spread of the news of Tsukamoto Eiji's disappearance, he paid for him at the counter before leaving.

Before leaving, he even told the cashier at the counter in a mysterious way, "President Tsukamoto has a mysterious event to attend. If anyone asks, just tell them that you will go directly to the company tomorrow morning."

After leaving behind these slightly strange words, the middle-aged man and the fat man quickly took Tsukamoto Eiji to a pier, and under the cover of night, they disappeared on the vast sea.

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As the night deepened, the manpower carefully arranged by the leaders of the Liansheng Society still found nothing in the target area and did not discover any valuable clues or movements.

They frowned and looked solemn.