Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Inside the car, Crow's figure looked particularly gloomy under the dim light. He stared at the lively scene in the hot pot restaurant with a ferocious look in his eyes.

Inside the store, there was constant laughter and joy as people sat around the steaming hot pot, enjoying the joy brought by the delicious food.

Little did they know that beneath this tranquility and harmony, a storm was quietly brewing.

In a private room at the Gangshanglao Hotpot Restaurant, the leaders and captains of Deyixing were sitting around. Although the air conditioner had been turned up to 16 degrees, they were still sweating profusely from the heat.

The atmosphere in the box was warm and boisterous, with the heat from the hot pot and the aroma of alcohol intertwined to create a unique atmosphere.

The leader Wan Guanghai sat in the main seat with a smile on his face, his eyes revealing an indescribable majesty and kindness.

Today is his birthday, which is why he called several hall masters to a party.

Wan Guanghai was wearing a tailor-made suit. Although it was hot and stuffy in the room, he remained calm, as if everything was under control.

Hall Master Wan Xuguang sat on the left side of Wan Haiguang. He was tall and slender with a handsome face, and his every move revealed a free and unrestrained temperament.

He gently stirred the ingredients in the pot, occasionally looking up to talk to everyone, his words revealing a calmness and confidence.

Brother Xiaosa sat on the right side of Wan Haiguang. He was tall and strong with a face full of flesh, but he seemed extremely excited at the moment and obviously liked this kind of gathering very much.

He ate the shabu-shabu mutton with big mouthfuls and talked and laughed loudly, as if he wanted to put all his happiness into this hot pot.

Sha Danqiang and Wu Zhaotang sat at the two ends of the box respectively. Although they had very different personalities, they both seemed extremely engaged at the moment.

Sha Danqiang is rough and bold, and laughs heartily from time to time;

Wu Zhaotang, on the other hand, seemed more calm and reserved. He savored the food silently, nodding and smiling occasionally, as if he was enjoying this rare tranquility and harmony.

As the wine went on for three rounds and the dishes were served, the atmosphere in the box became increasingly tense.

Wan Guanghai raised his glass, stood up and addressed everyone: "Today is my birthday, thank you all for taking the time to come."

"Our success today is inseparable from everyone's joint efforts and contributions. Come, let us raise our glasses together and toast to the future of Deyixing!"

The four hall masters sitting around responded one after another, raised their glasses to celebrate, and warm applause and cheers suddenly rang out in the box.

Under the leadership of Wan Guanghai, everyone shared their interesting stories and experiences with each other. Laughter, applause and cheers intertwined together, forming a warm picture.

However, the happy time is always short-lived.

As the night deepened, the party gradually came to an end.

After looking down at the time on his wrist and seeing that the hour hand and minute hand formed a straight line, Wan Guanghai stood up and announced to everyone:

"Okay, brothers, today's gathering ends here. Thank you all for coming, and thank you all for everything you have done for Deyixing."

“The future of Deyixing still requires everyone’s joint efforts and struggle. I hope everyone can maintain this enthusiasm and unity and meet new challenges and opportunities together.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, then picked up their belongings and prepared to leave.

Maybe it was because it was his birthday, Wan Guanghai seemed in high spirits throughout the dinner, and under the influence of alcohol, his face looked rosy.

He put his arm around his nephew Wan Xuguang's shoulder, and walked behind him with blurry eyes but steady steps.

With the help of Wan Xuguang, Wan Guanghai's private car slowly stopped in front of the store.

"Wan Guanghai! Wan Xuguang!" Two sudden shouts interrupted Wan Guanghai's preparation to get on the car, and stunned everyone present.

Wan Guanghai's blurred eyes suddenly became clear. He frowned and looked in the direction of the sound, wanting to see which loser dared to spoil his fun.

He saw a burly middle-aged man with medium-length hair and a sinister look striding towards him with an inexplicable smile on his face.

As the distance between the two men shortened, Wan Guanghai chuckled when he saw that the person coming was Crow. Just as he was about to say something, his sarcastic expression suddenly changed.

"Wan Guanghai, Wan Guangxu. Since you dare to plot against me, go to hell!"

Crow suddenly pulled out a shotgun from his clothes. Seeing Wan Guanghai react quickly and rush towards his car, Crow aimed directly at him and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the power of the shotgun exploded instantly, and flames splashed everywhere.

Although Wan Guanghai rushed towards the car quickly, he was still a mortal after all. He was hit by the shotgun bullet, his left arm was covered in blood, and his clothes were instantly stained red.

At the same time, Wan Xuguang reacted very quickly, turned around abruptly, and rushed to the Gangshanglao Hotpot Restaurant nearby, while shouting loudly: "Protect the dragon head!"

However, it would have been better if he had not shouted. After he shouted, the younger brothers and three hall masters standing around Wan Guanghai instantly came to their senses and fled in all directions with pale faces.

Guns are not uncommon for those who hang out in gangs and social circles. They have quite a few of their own.

But this time, he was invited by the leader of his own society and the purpose was to celebrate the leader's birthday, so he did not carry a gun with him.

When they were unarmed and suddenly encountered someone with a gun, a high-powered shotgun at that, they only wished they had a few more legs so they could not run away fast enough!

Who would be willing to block the muzzle of a shotgun with their own life!

In the chaos, Crow ignored the fleeing crowd. He had only two targets - Wan Guanghai and Wan Xuguang.

Crow's movements were extremely skillful. Seeing that Wan Xuguang was about to disappear, he shook the pump handle of the shotgun with one hand and pushed the ammunition in with the other hand.

He pulled the trigger directly at Wan Xuguang's back.

"Bang!" Another loud bang, the roar of the shotgun echoed in the night sky.

Wan Xuguang's figure suddenly paused, and then he fell to the ground weakly, and blood quickly dyed the ground beneath him red.

This sudden change made the already chaotic scene even more out of control. The customers of Gangshanglao Hotpot Restaurant screamed, pushed and shoved, and rushed into the store.

The crow seemed not to see all this, with only the target in his eyes.

He quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at Wan Guanghai again.

Although Wan Guanghai's left arm was injured in the shoulder blade area, his years of experience in the martial arts world made him calm down quickly. He continued to crawl towards the car while trying to delay with words.

"Crow, there is no deep hatred between you and me. I apologize to you for A Guang killing you. Please let me go and spare my life!"

Wan Guanghai's face was pale and sweat kept dripping down his cheeks.

He shouted with all his might: "Brother Crow, I am innocent, please let me go!"

The crow ignored Wan Guanghai's shouting, but walked in front of Wan Guanghai, suddenly jumped up with his legs, and shook his body arrogantly.

With a sound of "Oops!", he pulled the trigger on the shotgun again.

The third loud bang shook the entire night sky, and the power of the shotgun was once again fully demonstrated. The bullet drew a deadly trajectory in the air and hit Wan Guanghai's chest accurately.

Wan Guanghai's body seemed to be hit suddenly by an invisible force. He paused in the air for a moment, then fell to the ground weakly.

His eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, and there were still unfinished words hanging on the corners of his mouth, but the light of life had quickly dissipated from his body.

The leader of Deyixing's revival and the leader of a leading society, died tragically at the hands of Crow's shotgun in full view of the public.

Crow looked coldly at Wan Guanghai who had fallen to the ground, without a trace of sympathy or pity in his eyes.