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

The two heads fell to the ground, and the family of Master Yimei, the two nuns, and the fortune teller in hemp robes were all stunned.

They naturally knew Chen Ziwen and Li Ka-shing, the two former richest men in Hong Kong. They never expected that the former richest man would die at the hands of the new richest man.

"He wanted to kill me, so it's okay for me to defend myself, right?" Chen Ziwen smiled as he looked at Master Yimei and the others.

The group felt a chill run down their spines and quickly nodded in agreement.

The male-female fusion sorcerer was so powerful, yet Mr. Chen easily defeated him in no time. Clearly, Mr. Chen's strength was beyond their comprehension. Coupled with Mr. Chen's wealth, whatever Mr. Chen said went.

One wrong move and you might get killed.

Master Yimei couldn't help but glance at Li Wenjin. His junior brother's daughter seemed to have an unusual relationship with Mr. Chen. Surely Mr. Chen wouldn't make things difficult for his father-in-law, given his own relationship with his junior brother...

He couldn't help but move closer to his junior brother Li Wenjin, and then gestured for his family to come over, saying, "This guy has a powerful backer, hurry up and grab him."

"Everyone, Mr. Li and I were just business competitors, but he actually used evil black magic against me. Doesn't he deserve to die?" Chen Ziwen asked.

"Damn it, damn it!" the crowd exclaimed.

"It's fate that we've all fought together against the male-female fusion sorcerer today. If you need my help in the future, feel free to come to me," Chen Ziwen added.

Then he named each of them one by one.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen," said Tingting, the daughter of Master Yimei.

She is quick-witted and revealed that today's situation caused Mr. Chen's dissatisfaction. She also befriended Mr. Chen. Between the two choices, only a fool would choose the former.

Chen Ziwen left with Fang Tianya.

Chen Ziwen asked Li Wenjin if she wanted to leave together.

Li Wenjin knew that befriending Chen Ziwen would be very beneficial, especially for his daughter, but he was still extremely anxious. Normally, a son-in-law would be anxious when meeting his father-in-law, but at this moment, he, the future father-in-law, was anxious about his future son-in-law. In addition, his senior brother clearly wanted to ask him about some books, so he immediately made an excuse to catch up with his senior brother and did not leave together.

After Chen Ziwen and Fang Tianya left, the Taoist priest with the eyebrow, Li Wenjin, the two nuns, the fortune teller in hemp robes, and the others all collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The pressure is too great.

It's not just about financial resources, but also about the other party's strength.

After a while, they stood up, and Li Wenjin said, "Senior brother, I'll be going now."

He had panicked a bit too much just now, and now he was extremely regretful. How prestigious it would have been to go back with Mr. Chen! What a great opportunity to make friends! Alas, he had missed it.

“Wait, I think it’s still necessary to check out the sorcerer’s shrine. As you know, sorcerers’ magical artifacts are very evil. Let’s work together to destroy those things,” said the Taoist priest with the one-line eyebrow.

Li Wenjin was a little annoyed, but then she thought, "I can use this topic to get closer to Mr. Chen when I get back, right? After all, I've been fighting alongside Mr. Chen. Besides, if I don't do these things, who will? Should I let Mr. Chen do all the cleanup work?"

"Dad, whose birth date and time is this? And some clothes too. Ah, they must have been trying to harm someone. Luckily they're dead," Tingting exclaimed. She and Big B had already looked around the back room.

"Oh?"

The Taoist priest with one eyebrow and a few others came over to examine the situation, and after a quick calculation, said, "This is a young man in his twenties..."

He paused halfway through his sentence, then exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be Mr. Chen's birth date and time?"

Judging from his age, it is highly likely that it is Mr. Chen.

Furthermore, who would be worth such a powerful sorcery plotting against?

The fortune teller in hemp clothing quickly stepped forward, examined the object carefully, and then began to calculate with his fingers.

Li Wenjin suddenly stepped forward, holding a knife to the neck of the fortune teller in hemp clothing, and said coldly, "If this is Mr. Chen's birth date and time, what do you want to do?"

The fortune teller in hemp clothing seemed not to notice Li Wenjin's actions, and instead spat out a mouthful of blood.

"The secrets of Heaven are obscured, the secrets of Heaven are obscured?"

This startled Li Wenjin, who stepped back.

The Taoist priest with one eyebrow stepped forward to support the fortune teller in hemp robes and asked, "You say the secrets of heaven are obscured?"

He couldn't resist snatching the birth date and time chart and starting to calculate it himself.

"No, there will be a backlash..." his wife cried out.

The Taoist priest with one eyebrow had already spat out blood.

Li Wenjin took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and fed it to Daoist Yimei. He then sneered, "Mr. Chen's cultivation is so powerful, how could you possibly calculate it? Serves him right!"

Master Yimei exclaimed in surprise, "The Yun Shen Pill that Master refined?"

"Master told me to leave you a few, no, just one," Li Wenjin scoffed. He then looked at the Ma Yi Divine Calculator, who was staring at the porcelain bottle of pills in his hand. He simply put it away and scoffed, "Do you really think your Ma Yi sect can calculate heaven and earth or thin air?"

"Alright, there's nothing else here. Let's go. Damn it, you promised a reward of 300,000. Sigh, what a wasted trip."

Soon after, news of the death of former Hong Kong's richest man, Li Ka-shing, spread, though the newspapers did not report the specifics of his death. However, rumors circulated that the former tycoon had conspired with evil sorcery to murder Chen, but his own actions backfired, leading to his own demise.

As for Chen Ziwen killing the male-female fusion sorcerer, it was deliberately concealed.

Even so, any discerning person would know that Chen Ziwen was definitely involved, and that Li Jiacheng's death was closely related to Chen Ziwen.

Chen Ziwen is not to be offended!

In the following week, Li Jiacheng's properties were auctioned off one after another, with most of them becoming companies under Chen Ziwen's control.

Chen Ziwen, already the richest man in Hong Kong Island and said to have hundreds of billions of US dollars, is now believed by many to have a fortune exceeding 100 billion after this incident.

Not long ago, Chen Ziwen announced a banquet for 100 people, which had already garnered a lot of support. Now, having witnessed Chen Ziwen's power, he is even more highly regarded by wealthy Chinese, and many people want a ticket, causing the minimum threshold to rise several times over.

In the world of Taoist arts, the news that Chen Ziwen's strength was unparalleled throughout history also spread.

He is not only the wealthiest person in Hong Kong, but also the foremost person in Taoist practices.

After finishing the acquisition of properties this week, Chen Ziwen spent a few days with his women, enjoying a life of luxury where he was waited on hand and foot.

"Awen, have a grape." Li Xinxin peeled a grape and fed it to Chen Ziwen.

He Min used a toothpick to stick a piece of apple into Chen Ziwen's mouth and brought it to his lips: "Awen, have another apple."

“Awen…”

Chen Ziwen's mouth was already full, but he didn't mind and continued eating, since he had a good appetite anyway.

"Ring ring..."

Cheng Zixin took the phone and handed it to Chen Ziwen, saying, "It's Zuo Songxing on the phone."

"Boss, this is Ah Xing. Da Jun brought some people here, they're very powerful. They're at the casino now. My master is here too, but we're still no match for the other side." Chen Ziwen heard Zuo Songxing's hurried voice as soon as he answered the phone.

"His fellow disciples?" Chen Ziwen asked. Chen Ziwen had previously considered subduing Dajun and his men, and was now waiting for them.

"Not only his fellow disciples, but there's another guy they call the leader, named Tiancan. He has a very narrow face and a very thin build. I'll fax you his photo right away. This guy's special abilities are especially powerful..."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ziwen immediately told A-Jie to prepare the helicopter.

Soon, the fax machine transmitted the image.

It is a photo of Dajun's several fellow apprentices and a thin man.

"Tian Can? It really is him."

Chen Ziwen said in a low voice.

Upon hearing the name "Tian Can" and Zuo Songxing's description of Tian Can's appearance, Chen Ziwen guessed that it might be Tian Can from the movie "Buddha's Palm". Now that he has seen the photo, it looks very similar to the appearance in the movie, so it is most likely him.

"Boss, the helicopter is ready."

Chen Ziwen bid farewell to the women and boarded the plane.

An hour later, Chen Ziwen arrived in Macau and was about to ask Ah Jie to drive him to the casino when he saw a car speeding towards him, followed by several other cars.

Chen Ziwen glanced at the car in front and saw that the driver was Zuo Songxing.

"Turn around and chase after them."

Ten minutes later, Zuo Songxing stopped in a parking lot on a small hill, where several pursuing cars blocked his way.

Da Jun got out of the car with a smug look on his face: "Go ahead and run, keep running! Zuo Songxing, I came back this time to let you know that I, Da Jun, am no worse than you. I have now recognized a new boss, Tian Can, who is no worse than Mr. Chen."

Suddenly, Tian Can kicked Zuo Songxing's car from ten meters away, and a semi-transparent footprint flew out.

"boom!"

The car was kicked forward and lurched about ten meters, the alarm blaring loudly, and a huge dent appeared on the rear of the car.

"Is that Chen Ziwen as good as me?" Tian Can said smugly.

The brothers in the army quickly joined in, cheering and showering him with compliments.

"boom."

A loud crash rang out, and the car that had been kicked away came crashing back in reverse.

The group of men's expressions changed, and they quickly activated their special abilities to stop the car.

But the car was going extremely fast and was moving with great force, arriving in front of Dajun and his companions in the blink of an eye.

"Get out of the way!" Dajun shouted to his fellow disciples.

Tian Can roared and leaped into the air, sending out a light-shaped footprint several times larger than before.

"boom."

The car was finally brought to a stop. Under the combined force of the two forces, the car was compressed by at least one meter, turning into a discus.

"Boss!" Zuo Songxing exclaimed in surprise. Only the boss had the ability to do this.

Sure enough, a figure emerged from behind the car; it was Chen Ziwen. He quickly ran over.

Da Jun's expression changed, showing some apprehension, but he still greeted him respectfully: "Mr. Chen."

Tian Can glanced at Chen Ziwen sideways and said, "You're Chen Ziwen? What kind of richest man?"

“That’s right, I’m the richest man in Hong Kong right now. You’re from eight hundred years ago, so you might not know me very well. Let me put it this way: you can think of me as an emperor,” Chen Ziwen said with a smile.

Zuo Songxing looked at Chen Ziwen with a puzzled expression, wondering what the boss meant by that.

Tian Can couldn't help but step forward and exclaimed, "How do you know I'm from eight hundred years ago?"

“I know a lot more than you think, maybe you can follow me in the future,” Chen Ziwen said with a smile.