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

"Let's get down to business now!"

Qin Tai rubbed his hands excitedly, seemingly eager to transform into a werewolf under the moon.

Who would have thought that the beautiful woman, who had been so agreeable just a moment ago, would suddenly change her expression like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, instantly turning cold and ruthless.

"Pah! Shameless! All men in the world are the same, their brains are empty except for that bit of lewdness! You fell for it so easily, all that money I prepared for you was for nothing!"

Qin Tai looked surprised: "Huh, Little Cat, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying."

The kitten sneered, "Hmph, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you! I'll teach you a lesson today, let's see how you pick up girls in the future!"

As she spoke, the cat, who hated evil as if it were her enemy, regarded Qin Tai as an unforgivable lecher. She raised her foot and kicked Qin Tai hard in his vital area. The force was so fierce that she probably wanted to make Qin Tai the last eunuch in Hong Kong.

Qin Tai, however, smiled and raised his hand, easily blocking the attack.

"Such intense anger can easily cause breakouts. I advise you to calm down."

"Huh, how come you can still move?"

The kitten was somewhat surprised. This unique muscle-stiffening drug was the kind that took effect immediately. People who were poisoned would be unable to move for the first eight hours, their muscles would be stiff, and their mouths and eyes would be crooked. After eight hours, they would seem to have recovered, but in reality, they could not engage in strenuous exercise for three days, otherwise the same symptoms would reappear.

Qin Tai raised an eyebrow: "So the poison in the red wine earlier had an effect similar to a muscle relaxant?"

"It's probably too late to know now!"

The kitten sneered repeatedly. No matter what kind of expert or high-ranking official you are, once you're hit by the unique potion, you'll be turned into a statue in no time. The bigger the movement, the faster the blood flows, and the faster you'll be hit!

As she spoke, she prepared to deliver a 360-degree whirlwind kick, stylishly striking Qin Tai in the face before gracefully escaping.

Unfortunately, just as he turned 180 degrees, his whole body suddenly stiffened in mid-air, and he fell down in a sorry state as if he had been struck by acupuncture. To his horror, he found that he could not move at all!

"W-w-when?!"

The kitten turned pale. Even if she was stupid, she would realize that she was the one who had been tricked.

Qin Tai rubbed his hands together and said, "This is not the time for you to ask questions. It's my turn now. Do you want to lay all your cards on the table and tell me your identity and who is behind this, or do you want to go through the motions and let me torture you severely before you confess?"

"Hmph! Don't expect me to compromise! I deserve this fate because of my arrogance and underestimation of my enemy." The kitten was quite tough, its neck stiffening as if it were ready to die. "Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you. Don't expect me to utter a single word!"

She is a highly skilled assassin who has received professional training; no amount of torture can make her yield!

"Alright then, since this is your choice, I can only respect it!"

Qin Tai is no gentleman, and he has a skill called "Golden Kidney" that he hasn't properly tested yet. He's got a perfect sparring partner.

"I'll give you one last chance. If you confess honestly, there's still room for redemption!"

The kitten's face was a little pale, but it still stubbornly gritted its teeth and said, "Don't even think about me uttering a single word! You'll regret it if you don't kill me!"

As for the details of the game, I'll have to omit 15,000 words for now.

The overall results are as follows:

Half an hour later, the kitten looked stubborn, even a little disdainful.

An hour later, the kitten's expression became somewhat serious.

Two hours later, the kitten sensed something was wrong.

Three hours later, the kitten hissed and gasped for breath.

Four hours later, the kitten begged for mercy in tears.

Five hours later, the kitten rolled its eyes.

As dawn broke, the kitten obediently explained the purpose of the mission and the properties of the unique potion. When it looked at Qin Tai, its eyes were filled with fear and dread, and even within this complex emotion of fear, there was a certain incomprehensible...lingering feeling.

After getting everything he wanted, Qin Tai immediately called Xiao Lin and asked him to have someone keep an eye on the kitten to prevent information leaks.

He himself continued to demonstrate his acting skills as a Golden Horse Award-winning actor, and walked with unsteady steps to the underground boxing ring in Kowloon City.

When Liang Kun, who had been waiting at the entrance, saw Qin Tai's dejected appearance, he angrily cursed, "You son of a bitch! How many times have I told you to rest? How many times did you do it last night? You can't even stand up straight, what are you doing?!"

Qin Tai said with a wronged look, "Boss, I swear I got a good rest last night, but for some reason, when I woke up this morning, my muscles felt sore all over, and even the slightest movement made me feel numb."

"What an excuse you're making! Look at you, you spineless coward, I'll...!"

The chaotic arguing certainly attracted a lot of attention. When the cunning Jiang Tiansheng saw this, he immediately smiled knowingly, it seemed that everything was going according to plan.

It's completely under control!

Now Jiang Tiansheng completely put aside his concerns and decided to bet an additional 30 million on top of the 20 million, pouring it into the peripheral prize pool without hesitation.

Now, all that's left is to wait for the show to begin!

As dusk settled, the Kowloon Underground World reached its most bustling moment.

The place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, from the most rudimentary to the most cunning. There are all kinds of gamblers, gangsters with dragon and tiger tattoos, members of various triads, and countless con artists and pickpockets. You can even see many police officers who look imposing during the day now dressed in plainclothes, clutching large sums of money and queuing up to place bets.

Every year as the year draws to a close or on the birthday of Guan Yu, prominent gangs will send out their most skilled Red Sticks to compete and clash. The champion who emerges victorious is the universally recognized "Double Flower Red Stick".

Tonight's boxing match is just as exciting as the big shows at the end of the year. The clash between the long-established triads Hung Hing and Tung Sing will determine the fate of Yau Ma Tei. It will be a brutal, bloody affair.

Therefore, the odds were very high, and the betting amounts skyrocketed, with countless gamblers eager to make a fortune.

As a participant, Qin Tai followed behind Liang Kun, carrying a heavy money box. With his large group of henchmen clearing the way, they easily passed the security checkpoint of Kowloon Walled City and went straight to the management committee to place their cash bets.

Unlike gambling in Macau, where large-scale bank accounts can be used legitimately for profit sharing, this form of underground boxing is not supported by the Hong Kong government. Therefore, bets must be placed in cash, and the Kowloon City Management Committee has agreed to coordinate the operation.

The Kowloon Management Committee is jointly headed by prominent figures from various triads, or retired leaders who are highly respected, such as Ni Kun, the head of the Ni family, or those who are actually in power behind the scenes, such as Deng Fei of the Wo Luen Shing. The undisputed pillar of stability is the Kowloon underground tycoon, Tornado, also known as Lord Dragon!

Therefore, no one dared to cause trouble, otherwise it would be like an old man hanging himself because he was tired of living.

"Damn, you loser, how much money did you actually make in Australia?!"

Liang Kun stared wide-eyed at Qin Tai's henchman, Wang Jianjun. Wang Jianguo opened his briefcase with a click, revealing a full wad of cash, totaling fifty million. Liang Kun was utterly shocked.

Wang Jianjun and Wang Jianguo themselves each put up a million yuan to bet on the boss to win.

Damn it, that brat must have secretly made some money without me!

But then I thought about it again, and it seems that this brat was pretty kind of him. He called me as soon as there was a chance to make money, but I just wouldn't believe him back then. Now, I can only watch enviously as he makes a fortune.

Qin Tai waved his hand modestly and said, "It's not much, just a small goal, nothing special!"

"What is a small goal?" Kun asked, somewhat taken aback.

"Simply put, one hundred million!"

"Depend on!"

"Dollars."

Handsome Kun: "..."

Now Kun was even more worried. That would be 4.6 million Hong Kong dollars?

I've worked so hard to build up my fanbase over the years and still haven't saved up this much money. And you just made a trip to Australia and easily made more money than I could earn in my entire life??

Comparing people to each other is so annoying!

"So-so, a little gambling is just for fun!"

Qin Tai spoke in a manner reminiscent of Versailles, but in reality, he was being truly modest.

If he weren't afraid of attracting too much attention, he would have loved to bet his entire fortune and make a killing.

To avoid unnecessary trouble and attention, Qin Tai publicly claimed that he had only earned 100 million US dollars. This would both make him famous and keep him within people's acceptable range. It wouldn't hurt to keep a low profile.

Young Kun's lips twitched, he silently made an international sign, then frowned and said, "Little brother, tell me honestly, do you really have the confidence to win? I heard that the underground boxing experts that Tung Sing gang hired have never lost, they're very strong, I guess they're specifically targeting you."

Qin Tai said confidently, "Brother Kun, just close your eyes and press down! No matter what kind of expert comes, trust me, I'll take them down with one punch!"

"Alright, fortune favors the bold!"

Gritting his teeth, Liang Kun immediately beckoned his men to place their bets. The seven boxes were opened with a click, and seventy million was placed directly—a truly extravagant bet.

Even so, the odds remained very stable, with Hung Hing at 1 to 1.5 and Tung Sing at 1 to 1. The higher the winning probability, the lower the odds, which clearly shows that gamblers trusted Tung Sing's strength more.

Unfortunately, despite his fame, Qin Tai had almost never been involved in underground boxing matches. His public reputation was limited to killing people, and his actual boxing record was zero.

On the other hand, whether it's Crow, the Tiger from the Mountain, who has been in the boxing ring for many years at East Star, or Gao Gang, a master of underground boxing, they are both undefeated generals, so people are naturally more willing to believe their own experience.

"Tsk tsk tsk, let me see who this is, blocking my way with no eyes. Oh, isn't this the Hundred-Man Killer who's about to be crippled tonight!"

At the same time, the Dongxing team, who had just placed a heavy bet in another room, came out and bumped right into each other. Before Dongxing's leader, Camel, could speak, a muscular man in sunglasses, who looked arrogant and didn't care about anyone, strode forward and started trash-talking before the game.

Wearing sunglasses and acting cool late at night—no doubt, this is Crow, the guy who loves to flip tables.