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

The tornado couldn't help but sigh to itself, "Talented people emerge in every generation!"

"Hung Hing wins the fourth match!"

Even the referee had never witnessed such a swift and silent killing method before. He was so shocked that he was speechless and even forgot to blow the whistle to declare the winner.

It wasn't until Feng Yuxiu jumped off the stage without looking back that he belatedly squatted down to check Situ Haonan's breathing, only to find that he was clearly dead.

"Catching Dragon Tiger was beaten to death?!" "A one-sided massacre, who is this tumor guy?" "My God, is Hung Hing going to win? I borrowed money from loan sharks!"

The entire room erupted in discussion.

The prince gasped in astonishment: "Atai has such a master under his command!"

Wang Jianjun was already putting him under a lot of pressure, so how did Feng Yuxiu, whom he had never even heard of, suddenly appear? With that kind of strength, if he were to fight, the outcome might not be much better than capturing Longhu.

The other hall masters, being laymen, were simply watching the spectacle and were repeatedly amazed by its brilliance.

Jiang Tiansheng, standing in the VIP stands, looked extremely grim. He had no idea when Liang Kun had hidden such a trump card, and even he didn't know who this expert, the cripple, really was.

Well done, handsome Kun!

The battle has now dragged on to the fifth round, which is also the key to determining the final outcome. The situation seems to be developing in an uncontrollable direction, which makes Jiang Tiansheng, who always likes to have everything under control, feel an ominous premonition.

The most troublesome thing is that one of the five tigers of Tung Sing died at the hands of Hung Hing. This is a really big deal. This blood feud is not only on Young Kun, but it will also drag him, the leader, into the mess!

"Situ!"

The leader of the East Star gang, Camel, disregarded his status and leaped onto the stage in three quick steps. Looking at Situ Haonan, who was already lifeless, he let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain.

This was a hall master, one of the most important pillars of Dongxing, and Camel's trusted right-hand man. It was a great disgrace that he was beaten to death on the stage by an unknown short mule!

But this is happening on the underground boxing ring, where life and death are determined by fate.

Even if Dongxing wanted revenge, they would have no legitimate reason to do so. This blood feud could only be settled after the competition ended!

"Awesome!"

Liang Kun was equally astonished as he watched Feng Yuxiu finish the battle so effortlessly. He was extremely pleased with himself, and in his excitement, he almost crushed the basketball in his girlfriend's arms.

However, as soon as news of Situ Haonan's death spread, Liang Kun said in a heavy tone: "Brother, your men went too far. Although life and death in the arena are left to fate, people generally don't easily make enemies. Now, Dongxing has lost a hall master and lost face. Camel won't let this go!"

However, before Qin Tai could speak, Feng Yuxiu's ruthless and taciturn lines immediately put the situation at ease.

Kung Fu is a killing technique!

The implication is that he is not just a pretty face in a performance.

They don't act unless they're sure of killing; when they do, they kill.

"It's unique, I like it!"

Liang Kun was stunned, then couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "That's really awesome!"

However, could you please give me, the big shot, a little face?

I'm your boss's boss, I'm your boss!

I advise you not to follow your father in this bad habit of going against the natural order!

Qin Tai laughed and said, "Boss, we've already made enemies with Tung Sing by taking over Yau Ma Tei. We're not afraid of getting into trouble. Even if we fight each other all the time, do you think Tung Sing won't suffer casualties?"

"Besides, the people who are having the biggest headache right now aren't us!"

Hearing Qin Tai's pointed implication, Liang Kun immediately understood and looked at Jiang Tiansheng's VIP seats with schadenfreude: "That's right, our leader Jiang Tiansheng must be the most overwhelmed right now!"

Now he is increasingly grateful that he listened to advice yesterday and did not make a move to seize the leadership position, otherwise he would be the one in the hot seat today, and might even be kicked while he is down.

As for how to explain things to the camels and how to negotiate, that's none of my business. I'll just sit back and enjoy the fruits of victory!

It would have been better if Liang Kun hadn't looked up, because their eyes met. By sheer coincidence, Jiang Tiansheng caught a glimpse of Liang Kun's scheming and calculating expression.

"This was all part of your plan, Handsome Kun! You're so vicious!"

Jiang Tiansheng gritted his teeth in anger again, increasingly horrified by Liang Kun's cunning and scheming, as if all his little thoughts had been seen through.

His wild imagination ran wild again, causing Leung Kwan to sneeze repeatedly.

The crucial final game has finally arrived, and the last player makes a dazzling appearance under the spotlight.

In this crucial battle to decide the ownership of Yau Ma Tei, the enthusiasm of the entire audience soared to its peak. Shouts, cheers, and flag-waving hysterics filled the air, and some gamblers, their eyes bloodshot, clenched their fists, yearning for the chance to get rich overnight.

"Match 5: Hung Hing's Knife Tai vs. Tung Sing's Ko Kong!"

"Hung Hing will win!" "Tung Sing will win!"

The two gangsters cheered and waved their flags, pushing the atmosphere to a fever pitch. The audience in the VIP seats involuntarily straightened their backs and focused their attention on the two figures in the arena.

A baby-faced young man with a headband and thick bandages wrapped around his hands and feet walked up. Qin Tai recognized him at a glance as Gao Gang, the male lead of "Black Fist".

As a national martial arts champion, he is simple-minded and kind-hearted. He originally participated in a short-term performance with a Peking Opera troupe in Hong Kong Island.

Unfortunately, under the influence and instigation of the female group member he admired, who was also a gold-digging and manipulative woman named Tian Li, he stepped into this dark and bloody underground boxing world, until there was no turning back.

"Go, Agang! If you win the game, I'll be your girlfriend!"

Below the arena, a girl with a flashy ponytail boldly expressed her love and cheered for Gao Gang.

"Really?"

Gao Gang smiled shyly, overwhelmed with surprise and disbelief at this unexpected joy.

Qin Tai shook his head speechlessly; another pitiful Boiling Sheep.

In the original story, it was the gold-digging woman Tian Li who constantly instigated Gao Gang, a promising and naive young man, to fall into the abyss and become her tool for making money and indulging in a materialistic life. He was even kidnapped in order to fix a match, which led to Gao Gang cutting off his own leg and becoming a cripple.

Simps, in the end they get nothing!

"The power of the entire capital is truly a pity not to be brought under our command!"

After a moment's thought, Qin Tai realized that the simplest way was to bribe Tian Li, a money-grubbing woman, and Gao Gang would be easily subdued.

However, doing so has left huge hidden dangers.

This materialistic, manipulative woman is no honest or docile person. She's greedy and ambitious, and her last-minute price gouging even tricked a mob boss. She's a ticking time bomb, always ready to backstab anyone who can profit from her.

The power of pillow talk should not be underestimated.

Gao Gang shook his head vigorously. The simple and honest man had never thought of getting his hands dirty with murder. Not only would he be unable to return to the troupe, but he would also have to face a murder charge in the future.

"That man's men just killed Brother Situ. Brother Situ was such a good person, and they still tried to kill him. We're doing this to rid the people of a scourge!"

"That won't do either. This is an internal feud within their gang, it has nothing to do with me. We'll leave after the fight."

Gao Gang was still unwilling to kill. In his view, this was a one-off deal. He wasn't a member of the East Star gang and didn't want to get too close to these organizations.

"How about this? We won't kill him, we'll just cripple his arms and legs! These guys are all gangsters, social scum and parasites. Cripple them, and it'll be a way of cleaning up the mess in society, reducing bloodshed. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

Tian Li, settling for second best, continued her relentless brainwashing. Just now, the angry camel demanded blood for blood, promising double the interest, a staggering two million.

This made Tian Li's heart flutter. She had never seen such an astronomical figure before. With this huge sum of money, she could enjoy a high-class life, become a member of high society, and let those country bumpkins see what a real phoenix is!

"I see... Alright then!"

Gao Gang thought about it and realized that if it was just disability, it wouldn't be unacceptable. He also wanted to earn more money, buy a house on Hong Kong Island, settle down, and live a happy life.

"when!"

As the gong sounded, Gao Gang wholeheartedly prepared for the battle. His baby face showed no sign of killing intent; he even politely cupped his hands, indicating that the battle was about to begin.

Qin Tai, however, was not in a hurry to start a war. Instead, he asked, "Xiao Gao, are you also from the inland?"

"Hey? Fellow villager?"

Upon hearing the accent, Gao Gang realized that they seemed to be fellow countrymen from the four provinces, and he immediately felt a sense of closeness.

"I heard you have a legitimate job in the Peking Opera troupe. Why give up a promising future to make quick money in the underworld? Don't you know that one wrong step can lead to no return!"

"The waters here are too deep; you can't handle it! Listen to this advice from someone who's been there—don't make a mistake! It's not too late to back out now!"

Qin Tai stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking heartbroken.