Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

The underlings along the way cast fervent, worshipful glances my way, as if Christians had seen Jesus. Whether they were young men or simple-minded men, they all respectfully saw me off.

The fact that he had won the Kowloon All-Star title was his most outstanding and proud achievement. Before this, if someone were to evaluate the God of War of Hung Hing, they would definitely be torn between the Crown Prince and Qin Tai. But now, there is no doubt about it.

Hung Hing's only designated true god is Handsome Tai!

Moreover, it was unanimously agreed upon by all the clubs, without any objection!

"Hahaha, our Hung Hing's number one heartthrob has arrived!"

Brother Kei, the atmosphere guy, is always the most active one. Every time there's a Hung Hing gathering, he talks non-stop and vividly recounts his glorious achievements in the sauna district of Portland Street. This time was no exception. After seeing Qin Tai, he smiled broadly and gave him a teasing look.

"Ah Tai, you're a socialite now! Thanks to you, Hung Hing has become famous in Hong Kong!"

Thirteen Sister and Han Bin exchanged glances, eager to see the excitement unfold.

"There's nothing I can do about it, he's handsome and has a lot of female admirers, there's no way to stop him!"

Qin Tai, with a face as thick as a city wall, didn't care about the banter. Behind him stood Yaowen and Feilong, the two gatekeepers, while he leisurely crossed his legs and boasted in a guise of being in the same boat.

Anyway, his Crystal Palace is as stable as Mount Tai. He Min, Li Xinxin and Cindy, the three girls, are already as close as sisters, thanks to Qin Tai's teachings on harmonious coexistence and unity. At most, it's just some unscrupulous gossip reporters stirring up some hype, which Qin Tai doesn't care about at all.

At the same time, he didn't forget to whistle and then sarcastically retorted to Big B, who was keeping a straight face and pretending to be an expert: "Big B, why does your face look so dark lately? Is it because the new girl is pushing you too hard and you're feeling weak? Take my advice, men have to accept their age and never push themselves too hard!"

Big B, his sore spot touched, retorted with a dark face, "Nonsense! I just stayed up all night chopping people up and didn't have time to rest. So what if I have a few dark circles under my eyes?"

He would never admit that he has kidney deficiency.

Ever since Sister B, that haggard old woman, was taken over by Chan Ho-nam, Brother B has been living the high life, with money in his pocket and no one to control him anymore. He's completely let loose and doesn't care about anyone else.

It's only a matter of time before it becomes a mere illusion.

"Really? Staying up all night hacking people can make your legs go weak?"

Qin Tai's timely retort drew sinister smiles from the other hall masters, who eagerly anticipated his misfortune.

Big B's lips twitched violently, and he quickly changed the subject, saying, "Damn, I told you it really happened, I haven't been idle lately... By the way, Atai, several accounts at the Tong Group have exceeded their agreed deadlines, and the final payments still haven't been settled!"

These words instantly drew everyone's attention, and they all nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, we've already exceeded our workload in our collaboration with the Tong Group to handle bank credit card debt collection, but the contractually agreed-upon deadline has passed and we still haven't received the final payment!"

Uncle Xing, Brother Chao, Brother Ji, and Liang Ma, among other veteran opportunists, all chimed in.

After Tong Keren secured a long-term partnership, Qin Tai looked down on the paltry sum and simply handed over this lucrative opportunity to the gang. Not only were the veteran leaders of the fence-sitter faction all smiles, but the leaders of the neutral faction were also very satisfied with the extra income, making it a good way to win people's hearts.

"I see." Qin Tai said nonchalantly, "Then come to my investment company's finance department to collect the payment. As usual, settle it with Jiawen Century stock. Report the final amount to me, and I'll reimburse you from Tong's Group later."

Upon hearing this, Brother Ji's face immediately lit up with a smile. He gave a thumbs up and showered him with compliments: "See that? That's what you call true loyalty! And it's Jiawen stock, which is practically priceless. That's incredibly generous!"

All the hall masters praised it, especially the old and opportunistic hall masters, who couldn't stop smiling.

Qin Tai rolled his eyes in exasperation. When you're out in the game, never listen to these guys' one-sided stories. When it's time to make money, everyone's a good brother, but when it comes to losing a few bucks, their attitude changes faster than a dog's.

"Is everyone here? Mr. Li is here!"

Chen Yao diligently continued to serve as the second-in-command's strategist. What reassured him was that Qin Tai, his right-hand man, showed no intention of targeting him and remained a hands-off manager as always. Liang Kun also had no interest in settling scores later. Chen Yao thus unwittingly recreated the glory days when Jiang Tiansheng was in charge.

Especially when Chiang Tin-yeung gave up on returning to Hong Kong Island, his last hope was also shattered. He honestly continued to do his old business. After looking around, he took the initiative to stand up and welcome the heavyweight leader, Leung Kwan, to the stage!

"Mr. Li!" "Mr. Li is here!" "Mr. Li!"

Leung Kwan pushed open the door and strode in with an air of arrogance. He had even carefully selected an Italian handmade suit, looking every bit the hypocrite. In terms of ostentation, he was definitely a cut above Chiang Tin-sang.

The hall masters all stood up, their expressions respectful and filled with deep awe.

In the past, they would have ridiculed Liang Kun for his smugness, but with his terrifying achievements and the astonishing speculation surrounding him, Liang Kun has now become synonymous with mystery, strength, and intelligence.

Such a flamboyant entrance only added a layer of mystery that made it even more enigmatic.

"Everyone sit down!"

That signature husky voice seemed to carry an added layer of imposing authority.

At this moment, Liang Kun had no idea what everyone was thinking. He appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he was overjoyed. Being the leader was so awesome. Look at how arrogant you all used to be, now you all obediently acknowledge me as your boss.

There's a saying that goes something like this: when you're successful, you're surrounded by good people.

"At today's Hung Hing meeting, I want to emphasize three things. The first is that Sze-yan is stepping down from Kowloon Hall!"

Wow, that's a winning hand right from the start!

Everyone listened quietly; the new leader was about to flex his muscles!

Slim Eyes stepped down from his position as the head of Kowloon District.

No one present had any objections; in fact, it was something that was expected.

Now that Kowloon is completely unified, the territory has expanded more than tenfold. This old master of the Narrow Eyes Hall is not capable of managing such a large territory, especially since he didn't even acquire it. If he continues to linger, it will be illegitimate and unreasonable.

Any Hung Hing veteran with self-awareness would choose to quit while they're ahead, take the benefits, and then obediently relinquish their position, thus finishing what they started and leaving behind a good story.

The man with narrow eyes showed no sign of sadness; instead, he cheerfully said, "Ahem... That's right! I'm too old for the fighting and killing of the martial world. It's better to give the younger generation a chance!"

"What's more, Mr. Li and Atai are very generous. The shares in Times Square are enough for me to live a more carefree life in my old age than the richest people in high society!"

At this point, Narrow Eyes grinned from ear to ear, instantly drawing envious glances from the gang leaders and underlings. After all, Hung Hing was rich, and Leung Kwan and Chin Tai were renowned financial tycoons. If they were given a hen that laid golden eggs, who would be willing to risk their lives fighting to the death?

What's the point of living like this? Isn't it all about making money?

These days, it's not enough to just be ruthless; the key is to have money. Money gives men courage, and only with money can you earn respect!

"Then I declare that the boss of Kowloon is Ah Tai! According to our Hung Hing rules, whoever conquers the territory gets to manage it. Family rules cannot be changed. What do you all think?"

Thirteen Sister: "Of course!"

Han Bin: "No one but him can sit in this position."