Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

In Wan Chai, Liu Xu hurried all the way through the bustling Tsim Sha Tsui and finally arrived at the Conference Time Photo Studio located in a quiet alley.

The door was half-open. Liu Xu approached cautiously, listened carefully and felt it.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual or potentially dangerous inside, he gently pushed open the door and stepped into this place full of nostalgia and classic atmosphere.

The first thing that caught my eye was Uncle Deng, who was sitting at a slightly old wooden table, staring intently at the bronze teapot on the table.

The light in the room was soft, and various old photos were hung on the walls, some of which were from the community and some from Deng Bo’s own youth. Each one seemed to tell a different story from the past.

Liu Xu slowly approached Uncle Deng, with a polite and slightly inquiring smile on his face, and greeted him softly, "Mr. Gao should be the one you made an appointment with, Uncle Deng!"

Although this question was asked in an inquiring tone, Liu Xu's tone revealed an unquestionable certainty.

There was a gleam of insight in his eyes, as if he had already seen through the real reason why Gao Laofa went out in the middle of the night - he had received an invitation from Uncle Deng.

Upon hearing this, Deng Bo slowly raised his head, and a hint of approval flashed in his deep eyes.

He gently put down the teapot in his hand, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly:

"Ah Xu, I have to say that your observation and judgment are so sharp. You were able to tell the truth of the matter just by my rapid breathing over the phone. It's amazing!"

He kept one of the two cups of steaming tea for himself and handed the other to Liu Xu: "Since you guessed that it was me who asked you out, why don't you guess why I asked you out here tonight!"

There was a hint of confidence in Deng Bo's words, as if he had already defeated Liu Xu.

"Is it about the matter with Lian Sheng?" Liu Xu looked at Deng Bo with probing eyes.

"Haha, Ah Xu, you are so smart!" Uncle Deng gave a thumbs up, "You can guess that. You are the most beautiful among the new generation in the club, and now you have laid a good foundation for the club."

"As long as you promise me not to fight for the position of the club leader, you will still be the leader of Yau Ma Tei in the future. In addition, you can also walk out of this photo studio safely tonight. How about it?"

Liu Xu shook his head slightly and looked at Uncle Deng with a firm and sincere gaze: "I am not interested in the position of the He Liansheng Club, Uncle Deng."

"I joined the society just to protect the people around me and to find a peaceful place in this turbulent world. What I pursued was never power or status."

When Deng Bo heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, which then turned into a relieved smile.

He patted Liu Xu's shoulder gently and praised: "It's rare, really rare. In this materialistic world, it's not easy to have someone like you who sticks to his original aspirations."

Liu Xu laughed, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone:

"Uncle Deng, you are too kind. However, since we are speaking frankly, can you tell me whether Mr. Gao's death was caused by you or someone else?"

"Knowing too much about some things is not good for you, Axu." Deng Bo paused and said earnestly, "It's good for people to be a little confused about some things."

"What if I really want to know?" Liu Xu raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Deng Bo shook his head and clapped his hands twice. The crisp sound echoed in the photo studio, and five middle-aged men holding pistols suddenly appeared on the second floor, pointing their guns directly at Liu Xu.

"Now, do you still want to know?"

After taking a quick look at the position where the five people were standing upstairs, Liu Xu smiled and shook his head: "It seems that Uncle Deng, you don't have a detailed understanding of my skills!"

Before he finished his words, five consecutive gunshots suddenly echoed over the photo studio.

The five gunmen on the second floor fell to the ground instantly.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, but Liu Xu sat there with a calm expression, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial farce.

Liu Xu's eyes fell on Deng Bo again, his eyes full of teasing:

"Since I dared to go to the appointment alone late at night, I have the ability and confidence to ensure my own safety. You may not know that if there was no gunman, you might be the only one injured."

"But if you fail to satisfy me when the gunman appears, your family members who live in Kangaroo State may also be hurt, including your newborn grandson!"

Deng Bo looked at Liu Xu with a livid face, not only because Liu Xu's skills were so amazing that he could eliminate all the gunmen he had carefully arranged in an instant;

Also, Liu Xu actually knew the location of his family. You know, ever since he sent his family away from Hong Kong Island, in order to prevent his family's address from being tracked, he and his family have only communicated through letters.

He learned about the birth of his grandson from a letter sent by his son last month.

"My patience is limited, Dumbo. Make your choice quickly. Tell me your partner and I will send him down to accompany you, or I will have to send someone to the Kangaroo State."

"You dare to kill..."

"Bang!" Before Deng Bo could finish his words, he was shot in the shoulder.

"You have one last chance, Uncle Deng." Liu Xu slowly moved the muzzle of the gun upwards and pointed it at his forehead: "I will only respect those who are worthy of my respect as my seniors!"

Deng Bo's body trembled violently, and beads of sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead. He widened his eyes and looked at Liu Xu in disbelief, his lips trembling slightly.

The air in the photo studio seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the sound of Deng Bo's heavy breathing.

OK... I'll tell you." Uncle Deng's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, "I will be responsible for asking Ah Fa to go out late at night, and Jiang Tiansheng from Hongxing will be responsible for arranging people to take action."

"It's that simple?"

Deng Bo nodded slightly: "It's that simple, can you forgive me..."

Before he could finish his words, Deng Bo's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt his vitality being drained away from his brows, his eyes filled with regret and reluctance.

"Haha, forgiving people is something that only God would do, and what I'm going to do is send you to see God, so that you can ask yourself whether you are worthy of being forgiven."

Liu Xu's voice was cold and resolute. He took the Black Star back into the system space, took out the spare gasoline from the space, and sprinkled it evenly in every corner of the photo studio.

Then, the lighter rang softly, a spark instantly fell into the gasoline, and the flames spread rapidly, engulfing the entire photo studio in blazing flames.

The reason for setting the fire was to prevent the presence of equipment such as recorders in the photo studio, and also to avoid leaving any clues in the photo studio.

It would be better if I didn't kill the uncles in the society and no one knew I did it.

Otherwise, it would cause chaos in the society, and he would be scorned and besieged by the old masters of the underworld. He didn't care about the scorn and chaos in the society. It was mainly the siege that bothered him.

As for why those old masters in the martial arts world besieged him, it was naturally because Liu Xu's actions had seriously undermined the prestige of these old masters.

In the night, Liu Xu's figure gradually faded away, leaving behind only a sea of ​​fire and endless mysteries.

At Nansha Meiyuan Hotel, a burly man with a fierce look stepped hard on the back of the hand of a middle-aged man in bright and beautiful clothes beside him, and continued to increase the force of his foot.

He asked in a low roar, "Tell me quickly, did you steal my money?"