Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Liu Xu looked relaxed. While getting in the car, he glanced at the roof of the building not far away without saying anything.

After the police car drove off Dundas Street, he glanced at the energetic young man in the driver's seat, and then at the pretty girl in the passenger seat, with a smile on his face.

He raised his chin towards Li Xiuxian beside him and motioned to the two people in front of him, "Mr. Li, would you like to introduce them?"

Li Xiuxian first glanced at Liu Xu, then turned his gaze back to the road, and said in a speechless tone: "Do you think I'm inviting you back to the police station as a guest? And introducing you? Are you crazy?"

He took a deep breath, suppressed his inner anger, and continued: "Do you know how many people died because of your fight tonight?!"

Liu Xu's smile did not diminish when he heard this. He shrugged and said, "Mr. Li, this is not your first day on duty. Have you ever seen a gang fight where no one died? This is already the norm, isn't it?"

"Besides, there are hundreds of thousands of dwarf mules in Hong Kong Island, and some of them will die one day! Can you worry about it?" His tone was full of indifference and coldness.

Liu Xu's attitude made Li Xiuxian very angry, and he suddenly grabbed Liu Xu's collar.

She glared at him and cursed, "Can you be more serious and stop acting like you don't care, brother? Do you think you're playing a game?"

"Dwarf mules are also human beings. Aren't they born and raised by their parents? If they die, their families will be broken and their loved ones will be heartbroken! Can you have a little humanity and compassion?"

Li Xiuxian's voice became a little hoarse because of anger.

Liu Xu was startled by Li Xiuxian's anger and was stunned for a moment, then slowly put down the smile on his face. His eyes became calm and deep.

He looked at Danny Lee and said with a hint of sarcasm: "So compassionate! Just stop being a policeman, Sir Lee. Be a saint, then you can save the world."

"By the way, I heard a while ago that the Red Cross is in need of a tea server. Would you like to go? Maybe you can find a new direction in your life!"

Liu Xu said, took out the phone that Li Xiuxian had put in his pocket, and asked again: "Are you going? If so, I will help you arrange it right away!"

Xiao Li, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the angry expression on her boss's face with worry on her face. She shouted, "Boss!"

Li Xiuxian, who was awakened by Xiaoli's voice, looked at her and waved his hand, "I'm fine." As he said that, he let go of the hand that was pulling Liu Xu's collar, but the anger in his eyes was still not extinguished.

He looked at Liu Xu deeply, then turned his head away and said no more.

Liu Xu's lips curled up into a faint smile again. He was not surprised by Li Xiuxian's reaction. He gently patted his collar, where traces of Li Xiuxian's anger were still left.

Then, he leisurely put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.

"Mr. Li, you look so excited. This is unlike your usual calm and composed self." There was a hint of joking in his words, but his eyes drifted out the window, as if he was thinking about something.

Li Xiuxian did not look back at Liu Xu. He knew that arguing with someone like Liu Xu would only make him fall into deeper helplessness and anger.

Just like people who eat rice every day cannot understand the feelings of people who eat noodles every day, the gap in concepts between them is unbridgeable.

"I just hope that you can think more about those innocent people." Li Xiuxian's voice was low and firm. "Even if it's just a little bit, it's better than your current cold and heartless attitude."

Liu Xu chuckled and did not respond directly. Instead, he looked at the pretty girl in the passenger seat, "Xiao Li."

The call made Xiaoli turn her head and look at Liu Xu, her eyes full of confusion.

Liu Xu spread his hands and showed Xiao Li the police gun in his hand. He asked softly, "When it shoots bullets at people who have nothing to do with it, is the person holding the gun guilty, or is the police gun guilty?"

This question made Xiaoli ponder. After all, this is a police gun, and the person who can shoot bullets with it must be a policeman. And the duty of the police is to protect the people, not to harm the innocent.

Upon hearing this, the police officer driving the vehicle responded without hesitation: "Both the person holding the gun and it are guilty!" His voice was firm, powerful and decisive.

Although it was not the police officer named Xiaoli who responded, the person in the driver's seat was also a police officer. His answer was equally important.

"Pa pa pa pa." Liu Xu applauded to show his appreciation! He asked the police officer in the driver's seat: "Well said, what is your name?" His eyes revealed some appreciation.

The police officer driving the vehicle glanced calmly at Liu Xu in the rearview mirror. He was not happy about the other party's praise. He just replied calmly: "Song Zijie!"

"The brother is Song Zijie, the one who's name is Song Zihao?" Liu Xu's voice was filled with a hint of anticipation!

In his heart, the name Song Zihao represents a legend, a person who specializes in gold washing and stands out in this niche business.

If he hadn't been betrayed by the big boss behind the scenes and put in jail by the police, his current achievements would definitely not be low! Of course, this slight expectation is mainly to let the other party wash money for him.

When it comes to the movie "A Better Tomorrow", the classic image of Mark is unforgettable. With his iconic action of lighting a cigarette with a banknote and his unique personality charm, he has become an idol in the hearts of countless audiences.

These two characters have their own characteristics and are deeply rooted in people's hearts.

When Song Zijie heard Liu Xu mention his brother's name, his face instantly turned gloomy. He snorted coldly, with a hint of anger on his face, "Don't mention him to me, I don't have a brother as stupid as a pig."

Song Zijie's attitude made Liu Xu feel a little strange. He frowned and asked in confusion, "Stupid as a pig? Don't you hate him because your brother is involved in gangs and affects the opinions of others in the police force about you?"

"You are just like the old lady from Sanliping, judging others based on just a few words you heard from him!"

Song Zijie, who was driving, judged Liu Xu viciously, with obvious dissatisfaction and sarcasm in his tone.

Liu Xu didn't care about what Song Zijie said. He shrugged and said indifferently, "Then tell me the details?"

He wanted to get more information about his brother Song Zihao from Song Zijie, but it was obvious that Song Zijie was not willing to say more.

"Heh~", Song Zijie, who was driving, sneered, looked ahead, and began to concentrate on driving. He was unwilling to waste any more words with Liu Xu.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became silent.

At this time, Xiao Li, who was sitting in the passenger seat, tugged at Li Xiuxian's sleeve, pointed at the gun in Liu Xu's hand, and whispered, "Boss, this police gun looks a bit like yours!"

After hearing what Xiaoli said, Liu Xu threw the police gun in his hand to Li Xiuxian and gave Xiaoli a thumbs up, "Congratulations, you guessed it right!"

Li Xiuxian caught the police gun thrown by Liu Xu, touched his waist, and found that the police gun that was originally hanging there had indeed disappeared.

He quickly put his gun back on his waist, pointed at Li Xu and warned him: "Behave yourself, don't try to do anything fancy to me!"

While Liu Xu was being held by Danny Lee in the interrogation room of the police station prison and drinking tea, Hongxing's uncle Wang Zhixin had already returned home and was lying on the bed, slowly falling asleep.