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

"Hehe, I just want our club to become stronger."

After this missile attack...

Zhou Chaoxian's convoy has completely collapsed.

Amidst the thick fire and smoke.

He had nowhere to run.

No matter how deeply he loved his wife, he could not escape the punishment of the law.

When Qin Tai saw this moment.

There's no point in watching any further.

The outcome is probably known to everyone.

It's gotten to this point already.

Eating a peanut is a must.

So Qin Tai took Liang Kun and the others and left.

There's not much point in staying where you are.

The following day, the television station reported on the incident of the missile bombing of the convoy.

However, the report was indeed vague and did not explain the reason.

Of course, those things are not important either.

Following this news report, Qin Tai was already on a plane returning to Hong Kong Island.

Looking down at the seawater.

A faint smile graced his face.

But at that moment, he suddenly noticed someone next to him.

A smartly dressed flight attendant was standing next to that person, holding two drinks.

"Mr. Hou, what kind of red wine would you like to drink?"

The man addressed as Mr. Hou glared at her, then immediately began to hurl insults.

"I clearly booked a first-class ticket, why are you saying it was booked for someone else?"

The flight attendants were also in a difficult position, because they had heard that special people had been arranged on board this flight.

Even if you have money, there's no way to get a seat.

The flight attendant didn't know what to do either.

All she could do was lower her head, bow slightly, apologize to Mr. Hou, and wipe away her tears.

Qin Tai originally didn't want to get involved in these messy things.

But they were so noisy.

So Qin Tai frowned and looked at him.

"If you want to argue, can you go argue somewhere else? Don't embarrass yourself here."

Qin Tai's words immediately silenced the plane.

The man known as Mr. Hou had a slicked-back hairstyle.

He turned his head and looked at Qin Tai, his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent.

Just from that one look, you can tell that this guy is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?"

Hussein spoke coldly.

Qin Tai was utterly speechless.

What kind of time is this to ask such a question?

So he couldn't help but laugh immediately.

"Hahaha, you're making a complete fool of yourself. Call Batman and tell him to stop looking, the Joker's right here."

Hussein clenched his fist.

His eyes flickered, and he immediately picked up a glass of red wine from the flight attendant's tray, intending to throw it at her.

Unexpectedly, Qin Tai acted even faster.

His eyes merely narrowed.

He simply kicked it directly.

Two glasses of red wine soaked Hussein completely, leaving him drenched.

The two people's actions caused some chaos inside the plane.

The flight attendant was just about to call someone over to maintain order.

However, Qin Tai did whisper two words in Hou Saiying's ear.

Hussein spoke directly to the flight attendant.

"No need, you can get out. This is between us."

Although the flight attendant didn't know what had happened, at least for now it seemed she didn't have to suffer any more mistreatment.

Therefore, we adhere to the concept that it's better to do less than more.

He simply left.

The person sitting next to Hussein, upon witnessing this scene, voluntarily switched seats with Qin Tai.

"Who exactly are you? How do you know so much?"

Hussein's brow furrowed involuntarily.

Qin Tai simply gave him a cryptic expression.

Then he spoke calmly.

"You won't lose out by cooperating with me. I guarantee you'll be able to handle this deal with Chen Xiaodao flawlessly."

The reason why Hussein stopped was very simple.

That's because Qin Tai just whispered his plan to replace the Gambler in his ear.

Only he knew about this plan.

It is absolutely impossible for a second person to exist in this world.

If they succeed this time, they will obtain at least hundreds of millions of dollars.

Therefore, one must be extremely cautious in whatever one does.

On the surface, Hussein appears to be a very flamboyant playboy.

But in reality, he is a very cunning and calculating person.

He knew that he had to make thorough preparations before he could succeed in this matter.

So when he heard that Qin Tai could immediately tell him his plan, his eyes narrowed.

"You planted a spy next to me? Who exactly are you?"

Although Hussein had already asked that question.

However, Qin Tai did not intend to answer him.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't know. Listen to what I'm about to tell you."

Hussein nodded.

At this moment, Qin Tai leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

Hussein's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"That's a good idea!"

Beautiful Country, New Silver Mountain.

Inside a luxurious building, a charity event organized by the Chinese Charity Association is being held to raise funds for hungry children around the world.

The scene of the event.

The host, dressed in a suit, is on stage speaking into the microphone.

After a brief introduction and opening remarks.

The host continued.

"Originally, we wanted to invite Mr. Ko Chun to be the guest of honor this time, but Mr. Ko has retired from the gambling world. However, he still sent his chief disciple, Mr. Michael Chen, to be our guest of honor."

"Now let's welcome Mr. Michael, Chen!"

After the host finished speaking, a group of gentlemen in suits in the audience applauded.

Everyone turned their attention to the main entrance.

Accompanied by a burst of rousing music, a group of people walked out from behind.

Reporters and various industry professionals were present, and they escorted a very handsome man into the venue.

This is the apprentice of the God of Gamblers, Ko Chun.

Chen Xiaodao!

Nickname: Gambler!

Chen Xiaodao was wearing a bright pink suit, looking very handsome and elegant.

He walked onto the podium amidst the crowd.

After adjusting the microphone twice, he smiled and addressed everyone present.

"All of my teachers have retired from the gambling world. But as they have said, we will contribute money and effort to any charitable activity!"

At that moment, a person stepped out from the crowd.

"Stop talking nonsense! What do you mean by 'God of Gamblers'? What's so great about him? He's just a petty con artist!"

Everyone around was staring at him, wondering what he was there for.

When the host on stage saw this scene...

She quickly covered the microphone with her hand and then whispered in Chen Xiaodao's ear.

"I don't know much about this person, but I heard he just flew in from Hong Kong today. It seems like he's here to cause trouble, but you don't need to worry about him. He's just here to vent."