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

If you follow the crows, you'll go hungry nine times in three days!

Liang Kun remained unfazed, ignoring him completely. He looked past him at the camel and said in a hoarse, casual voice, "Mr. Luo, you have to personally oversee the betting of such a small amount of money. Are you afraid that your subordinate will embezzle it?"

"I think so too. I heard a few days ago that there was a short mule in your gang who attacked the gang leader with a knife because he couldn't get enough to eat. If the gang leader is so poor, he might really embezzle the gang's public funds."

"You've got a lot to learn from Brother Sheng about this management style. Should I save you a seat at our Hung Hing meeting next time? Hehehe..."

Qin Tai silently gave a thumbs up; this smooth and skillful operation was truly worthy of a master.

In just a few words, he dealt a devastating blow to Crow, mocking everyone from the Dragon Head to the Hall Master and then to Fourth Nine, while also stirring up hatred for Jiang Tiansheng—a triple win.

He didn't speak to the crow at all, but out of the three sentences he uttered, two of them involved him pointing his finger at the crow and cursing it.

That's amazing! Absolutely incredible!

Upon hearing this, the crow immediately bristled: "Damn it! You lecherous bastard, you're just a stinky movie actor, what right do you have to talk to our leader?"

"You Hung Hing guys' smutty films have been making headlines in the underworld lately. You'd even sleep with a sow for money, tsk tsk tsk, it's truly an eyesore."

"I'll organize my underlings to take turns promoting it for you; I guarantee it'll be a huge success!"

Qin Tai almost burst out laughing. What a great thing!

If Chan Ho-nam and Boss B can still steal the spotlight, they're probably ready to kill.

Young Kun laughed maniacally, "Great! Thanks for helping with the promotion. I happen to have a lot of stock left over, so remember to buy more and I'll give you a discount. Our Hung Hing's male lead is Chan Ho-nam, the future superstar of adult films, so remember to support him!"

Liang Kun almost laughed until his stomach hurt. He couldn't wait for Big B and Hao Nan to become even more popular so he could watch the show.

"???"

The crow looked puzzled. "Strange," it thought, "why is he pleased instead of angry after all this provocation? Is he out of his mind?"

Something is wrong!

Could it be true, as Lao Ding said, that this seemingly crazy Liang Kun is actually incredibly meticulous and never shows his emotions?

The crow's heart sank, thinking to himself that he was indeed as the outside world had said—a cunning old fox with almost demonic wisdom and an extremely deep mind!

Halfway through his laughter, Liang Kun suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

Finally, Camel from Tung Sing spoke up: "Handsome Kun, let's see how good you are! If you lose everything but your underwear, don't cry too loudly."

Ugly Kwan shrugged indifferently and chuckled, "What do I care? We Hung Hing have plenty of money. We wouldn't mind throwing away tens of millions. But some people should be careful. I'm already starving. If I lose money again, I think I'll have to sell my ass."

"Remember to come to my company then, I guarantee I'll make you the male lead, hahaha..." "You're such a jerk!"

The crow was so angry that it was practically fuming. It wished there was a dining table in front of it, otherwise it would have flipped the table in a heartbeat to show its power. Even so, it clenched its fists and stepped forward.

Qin Tai immediately stepped in front of Liang Kun, giving him a slight bump with his shoulder. Crow stumbled and lost his balance. If it weren't for his henchmen surrounding him, he would have fallen flat on his face.

This seemed to ignite a signal, and both Leung Kwan's and Tung Sing's men immediately started hurling insults and pushing each other, eventually alerting the security personnel.

"Alright, stop it! You, a leader of the gang, are arguing with a Hung Hing branch leader? You may not be ashamed, but I am! Don't delay my watching the boxing match!"

Camel grumbled and snorted as he calmed his agitated men. He gave Liang Kun a deep look before leading his men away.

At this point, Camel used his seniority and status in the underworld to pressure him, which was a one-sided act of shamelessness. Naturally, Liang Kun could not continue to cause trouble, as that is the rule of the underworld.

Unless you climb up to become the leader, you still have to bow your head, no matter how many men you have or how much money you have.

"So, has the check-up been completed?"

As the camel left through the passage, it suddenly turned to the crow beside it and asked, "That kid Knife Tai is really strong and powerful. But his movements were noticeably stiff and slow just now. It seems Jiang Tiansheng is quite sincere in cooperating with us!"

"That's good! My people have also found out that Jiang Tiansheng has privately bet 50 million on us winning. I believe he wouldn't use his own assets to create such a smokescreen. It seems everything can proceed smoothly!"

The camel nodded in satisfaction. In fact, the crow's provocation earlier was a test that the camel tacitly approved, just to see Jiang Tiansheng's 'sincerity'.

"Boss, if we win this game and get the Yau Ma Tei license, are we really going to give up the Australian license? That's a golden goose!"

Crow felt a pang of regret; he was hoping the club could make another big profit.

Camel pointed at Crow's head and criticized, "When you're in this business, the most important thing is to be eloquent! We were able to get Yau Ma Tei, and giving up a gambling license was just a fair trade! Besides, think about it, why would Jiang Tiansheng, the gang leader, sell off even his own gang leader?"

"Isn't it because they're worried that Liang Kun's power is growing too big and threatening his position? What kind of person do you think Liang Kun is?"

Crow frankly admitted, "He's very dangerous. He doesn't show his emotions on his face and is very shrewd. He's definitely not a simple guy! I'm starting to believe the rumors. To have a master like Knife Tai follow him so loyally, he must be quite capable!"

“That’s right! Such a person will definitely not be content to be inferior to others. Even if he loses Yau Ma Tei, he will definitely continue to cause trouble. Wouldn’t it be better for us to sit on the sidelines and watch them fight like dogs in a frenzy, and then reap the benefits?” Camel’s laughter was filled with smugness.

"Wow! Old Ding, you're the real cunning one! Compared to you, Smiling Tiger is nothing!" Crow exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up in utter admiration.

Camel laughed and said, "No need for flattery, we must win spectacularly tonight!"

"Don't worry, according to the list of participants that Jiang Tiansheng sent, I've taken care of almost all of his men with my methods. They're all cowards, and I guarantee I'll beat them to a pulp! Besides, Daozai Tai has already fallen for it, and he might even be beaten to death on the stage!"

The crow was overjoyed; he had just placed a bet of fifteen million, hoping to double his money.

This guy isn't short of money, nor is he truly poor; he's just incredibly stingy with his subordinates. Crow still believes in one truth: if you can intimidate them with violence, why bother giving them money?

As everyone knows, Tung Sing openly sells drugs and has never been short of money. So this time, they've made a big bet, hoping to get rich overnight. To maximize their profits, Crow even used the cash flow of the gang.

Finally, amidst the anticipation of the crowd, and after the host briefly explained the rules under the spotlight, the Kowloon Boxing Tournament officially began tonight, with enthusiastic cheers.

Representatives from the management committee formed the judging panel, and respected elders such as Deng Fei of Lian Sheng and Ni Kun of the Ni family took their seats. In the very center sat a handsome old man with graying temples who never stopped smoking. His thick reading glasses were like a scabbard sealing a sword, exuding an unyielding and piercing aura.

It was a tornado! Dragon Lord!

Qin Tai, observing from the preparation stand with his eagle eyes, secretly admired the grandmaster's demeanor. In the past, he could only see the overwhelming power of the tornado, but now that he had opened up his Ren and Du meridians and mastered the Whirlwind Fist, he could see much more.

His breathing was strong but not sustained; he was constantly smoking, yet his face was somewhat sallow, clearly a sign that he was terminally ill.

If it comes to a prolonged battle between equally skilled opponents, Tornado might not be able to hold out.

"The match begins! First match: Hung Hing's Liu Sha vs. Tung Sing's He Yong!"

The two stepped onto the ring, barefoot and bare-knuckle, without any protective gear or gloves, ready for a life-or-death battle where every move would draw blood.

Liang Kun, with his arm around a female actress who had just joined the company, was enjoying the game while playing ball.

Quicksand was the star of his boxing gym. Before Qin Tailai, the top fighter, he was his own top henchman. He Yong from Dongxing was a rising star, and it was said that he was also very fierce in boxing. At least in Liang Kun's opinion, the two were evenly matched.

Unfortunately, the result still disappointed Leung Kwan.

At first, the two were evenly matched, going back and forth. But by the third round, Liu Sha was exhausted, sweating profusely, and his calves were trembling involuntarily. In contrast, He Yong became more and more fierce as the battle progressed.

Qin Tai immediately noticed something was wrong. The way the body looked completely drained suggested that the person must have been driving a lot last night.

We're doomed to lose this time.

Sure enough, Liu Sha was caught off guard and He Yong seized the opportunity, knocking him out on the spot with a left hook!

"Dongxing wins the first match!"

"Holy crap, what happened to this guy?!"

Liang Kun was so shocked that his eyes widened, and he cursed on the spot in anger.

You were a fierce tiger in the boxing gym before, how come you became a spineless coward in the ring?!

Qin Tai saw through the deception and pointed out, "He probably had a lot of fun last night; his legs are so weak they're practically spinning. How could he possibly win?"

"Damn it! How many times have I told him that today's match is important and he should prepare properly, but this guy went out to find girls again late at night?!" Liang Kun glared angrily.

In the VIP stands, Jiang Tiansheng and Camel exchanged a knowing smile and nodded in agreement. Everything was going as smoothly as expected, and it seemed that winning the game would be a piece of cake.

The audience below booed loudly. He Yong, who had won the game and made a name for himself, even gave Hung Hing a thumbs-down with a smug look on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the second match began.