Hong Kong variety show: Young Master Kun, the ultimate behind-the-scenes boss!

Causeway Bay.

Bar street.

This area is a gathering place for young people on Hong Kong Island, but it is also a hotbed for lawlessness and disorder.

The streets were filled with thugs with brightly colored hair and patrolling police officers.

At this moment, inside a bar called Mengluo.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I really didn't intend to sell," said a pretty woman in a red dress, shaking her head.

She is Mengluo, the owner of this bar.

As a time traveler who loves watching Hong Kong movies, Chen Ziwen is no stranger to the woman in front of him. Moreover, he knows that this bar has been losing money for years, and the proprietress Meng Luo has barely managed to stay afloat thanks to the financial support of the fake gambling hero Hussein.

"That would be such a pity. To be honest, I don't just want to buy Mengluo, but also the entire bar street."

"Name your price, Miss Mengluo. I hope you'll seriously consider what I'm saying," Chen Ziwen said calmly to Mengluo.

In Chen Ziwen's plan, this street will be transformed into the largest, best-equipped, and safest bar street. He must take it over by any means necessary, and no one can stop him. However, it would be best if the problem could be solved with money, and he does not want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"What are you thinking about? Where did this little punk come from?"

Just then, a voice rang out from outside the door, and Hussein strode in from the bar entrance.

As soon as he entered, he saw Chen Ziwen talking to Mengluo. When he got a little closer, he heard Chen Ziwen asking Mengluo to consider something. He glanced at Chen Ziwen's clothes and saw that they were only slightly more upscale than those from a street stall.

Speaking of his attire, he and his subordinate Ah Jie had just disembarked from the gambling ship "Fortune" that day, bought a few clothes at random, and changed into them. They looked like they were from a street market, no wonder Hussein called him a scoundrel.

"Black Panther, throw these two guys out. Don't let them disturb my discussion with Miss Mengluo." Hussein smiled at Mengluo, but didn't even glance at Chen Ziwen.

"Yes." Black Panther walked towards Chen Ziwen with a cold face.

"Boss." Ah Jie stood up and looked at Chen Ziwen, waiting for instructions.

Insulting him is acceptable, but no one is allowed to insult his boss. If Chen Ziwen hadn't remained silent, he would have already taken action.

"Hey, tell your men to stop right now and stop causing trouble in my bar."

Before Chen Ziwen could speak, Mengluo rebuked Hussein, "Also, I don't want to talk to you about anything."

During this period, the bar has been losing money due to poor management, so Mengluo has no choice but to take out a loan.

But the interest rate was too high; if she borrowed it, the interest would snowball and she would never be able to pay it back in her lifetime.

"If I want to lend money, no one will dare refuse," Hussein said arrogantly.

Ultimately, he was attracted to Mengluo's beauty; such exquisite beauties are rare indeed.

"You..." Menglu felt a surge of bitterness in her heart. It was all God's fault for making her too beautiful, which was why she attracted such a person.

The key issue is that she has no powerful backers. Just now, Chen Ziwen tried to force her to sell her bar, and now another one is trying to force her to take out a high-interest loan.

Chen Ziwen gave Menglu a deep look, then said to Ajie, "Kill her."

As for who to kill, Chen Ziwen didn't say, but he believed that A-Jie would definitely understand his meaning.

"Yes, boss."

A-Jie responded, a cruel and bloodthirsty expression appearing on his face. He pulled out a dagger and attacked first, before Black Panther could make a move.

There weren't many customers in the bar to begin with, only three or five. I came in mainly because the bar was quiet and peaceful.

Seeing Hussein come in, these people didn't want to cause trouble, so they paid their bill and left.

Now, besides Chen Ziwen and A-Jie, only Hussein, Black Panther, Mengluo, and the bartender are left in the bar.

Ajay never holds back in his attacks and rarely defends, resulting in incredibly swift and powerful attacks, making him essentially an agile assassin.

Normally, you can't tell where Ah Jie hides the dagger until the attack, when it suddenly appears in his hand.

If it were a matter of fists and kicks, Black Panther might be able to handle a few moves, but now, facing A-Jie's frantic attacks with a dagger, he was suddenly caught off guard and overwhelmed.

"Black Panther, don't hold back," Hussein said sternly.

He admitted that he had underestimated his opponent. If he could do it all over again, he would never judge a book by its cover. However, he was not worried, as he knew Black Panther's skills.

"Damn it, I don't want to hold back either."

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent. The moment they clashed, Black Panther knew how formidable Ah Jie was. He cursed Hussein inwardly, thinking, "Why did you have to provoke him for no reason?"

Menglu was completely dumbfounded. She was originally a party involved, but now she felt like an outsider.

"If you finish the fight in one minute, I'll teach you Bajiquan."

Chen Ziwen sat leisurely at the bar, looking at A-Jie and encouraging him.

Upon hearing this, A-Jie immediately launched an attack on Black Panther like a whirlwind.

He knew his boss's capabilities all too well; he couldn't even last a minute under his boss's thumb.

He's a martial arts fanatic, and now that he has the opportunity to learn the boss's Bajiquan, he certainly won't miss it.

It's just a matter of ending the battle in a minute, easy.

Black Panther was already barely holding on, and now that A-Jie was even faster, he was suddenly unable to defend against him.

A prolonged defense is bound to fail. Just as Black Panther blocked A-Jie's counter-attack, A-Jie loosened his grip on his right hand, and the dagger fell directly into his left hand, which he then thrust towards Black Panther's throat.

Black Panther was completely caught off guard by this move and had no time to defend himself. By the time he reacted, the dagger was less than two centimeters away from his throat.

Black Panther wanted to step back and dodge, thinking that he could avoid the straight thrust by simply taking a step back.

Ah Jie was very experienced in combat and had anticipated Black Panther's next move. Ah Jie suddenly changed his move, switching from a thrust to a flick, while simultaneously following up with his left foot.

"Wow~"

Black Panther took a step back as he wished, but he still couldn't dodge A-Jie's killing move. His throat was slit, and warm blood kept gushing out.

He clutched his throat with his right hand, but it was no use. In less than five seconds, he collapsed to the ground, convulsed for a while, then his head lolled to the side and he died instantly.

"You, you all." Hussein watched the entire fight between Ajay and Black Panther.

He never expected that the Black Panther, on whom he had placed such high hopes, would be no match for the opponent and would even lose his life.

What unsettled him even more was the ruthlessness of the other party; they killed without hesitation. He had only asked Black Panther to throw them out.

“Boss.” Ajay licked the blood off the dagger, glancing at Hussein with a look that seemed to suggest he wanted to kill him too.

Ah-Jie had just killed someone, and his murderous aura was too strong. Coupled with that look in his eyes just now, it immediately made Hussein feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother. I was blind to your greatness. Please forgive me." Hussein was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Chen Ziwen.

"Yes, right, my master is Chen Jincheng. Please forgive me this time for the sake of my master." Hussein brought up his master.

His master is a seasoned veteran. Generally, if you bring up his master's name, as long as there isn't a major conflict, people will give his master face.

This time was no exception. In Hussein's view, he had only offended the other party with a single word.

Black Panther is dead, and he himself has knelt down and kowtowed in apology. Shouldn't this matter be over now?

"Chen Jincheng?" Chen Ziwen sneered.

Others might give this seasoned gambling addict some face, but Chen Ziwen doesn't care about that.

“Kill…” Chen Ziwen waved his hand. In his eyes, Hussein was nothing but a clown, and he could be killed without a second thought.

After uttering just one word, Hussein retreated in terror, and Ajay prepared to make his move.

"Wait a moment."

Chen Ziwen suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

He had been considering how to transfer the money he had obtained through shady dealings on the "Fortune" ship out of his account without any risk.

He also considered hiring specialized money laundering agencies to handle the matter, but they would definitely charge exorbitant fees.

Of the seven hundred million US dollars in the account, Chen Ziwen was somewhat unwilling to accept that he would only be able to get half of it.

Another point is that with such a large transaction volume in this account, the police will definitely track it down. Once someone uses it, the police will definitely investigate based on the clues.

This puts him at great risk.

Although Chen Ziwen had been operating behind the scenes for several months and the police had no information about him, his actions were still too significant, and his identity could be exposed if he wasn't careful.

Within Hung Hing, there was an undercover agent like Watson. Chen Ziwen didn't let Liang Kun expose him because he still had a great use for him.

Taking all this into consideration, Chen Ziwen had no choice but to remain inactive; he would not use the money until a perfect solution was found.

Just as he was about to have Ajay kill Hussein, a thought suddenly struck him.

Isn't Hussein, the man before us, the perfect scapegoat?

Let him transfer the money, then kill him. Wouldn't that solve everything? Besides, Hussein had never had any contact with him, so the police would never suspect him.

Although this plan has its flaws, it's already perfect compared to others, and he can't just leave the money unused forever.

"Keep him for now."

Chen Ziwen gave Hussein a cold look.

"Yes, boss." A-Jie sheathed his knife and stood aside.

Hussein breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know why Chen Ziwen had suddenly changed his mind, but he didn't care. As long as he could live, he would do anything.

The most ridiculous thing is that, to this day, Hussein still doesn't know the name of the guy he offended.