Hong Kong variety show: Building a century-old family, starting with Hung Hing

He was incredibly fast; he appeared as a blur in mid-air before launching a fierce attack on Jiang Tiansheng's face, a short knife appearing in his right hand without anyone noticing.

When Lian Haolong saw this scene, his pupils shrank, but when he saw that the people from Hung Hing were not nervous at all, he suppressed his thoughts of stopping them.

He thought that since the Hung Hing members didn't care, it would be unreasonable for him to speak up and stop them.

"interesting."

Jiang Tiansheng smiled and then darted to the side.

In his eyes, Luo Tianhong's speed was indeed fast enough, but still too slow.

Jiang Tiansheng followed up with a punch, instinctively throwing it hard at his opponent's abdomen. Jiang Tiansheng didn't use much force in this punch, but even so...

With a "bang," Luo Tianhong was knocked down onto the stage and lay there, unable to get up.

His legs slammed to the ground first, followed by intense pain on his face. Most of his body remained lying on the ring, unable to get up.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

"It's just that this young man's endurance needs more training."

Jiang Tiansheng spoke with a smile.

Hearing this, Lian Haolong and the others below the arena felt much more at ease, but what followed was a deep shock, and they couldn't help but marvel at the scene before them.

Lian Haolong's face was filled with lingering fear.

He simply couldn't believe Jiang Tiansheng was so powerful; with just one move, he had taken down Luo Tianhong, the most formidable fighter in their gang besides himself.

"Mr. Jiang is so strong."

Lian Haolong said with a wry smile.

Jiang Tiansheng stepped down from the ring, subconsciously shaking his head as he thought to himself.

It must be said that Luo Tianhong is actually quite good.

Outside of Hung Hing, they could be considered top-tier, but the problem is that their supposedly formidable strength is probably completely subpar within Hung Hing, especially within the Battle Hall.

Let alone Luo Tianhong, even if Da Tian Er were to take action.

They can also defeat their opponent in a very short time, within just a few moves.

Jiang Tiansheng's actions this time were merely an attempt to build up Luo Tianhong's confidence, but now it seems that this choice was a mistake.

Seeing this, the members of Hung Hing did not deliberately mock him. In their eyes, Mr. Chiang's strength was undeniable, and this scene was perfectly reasonable and normal.

"Then we can start taking action on Tsim Sha Tsui."

Before leaving Tsim Sha Tsui, Jiang Tiansheng said something else.

Given his current status, he doesn't need to personally handle matters in Tsim Sha Tsui; he can simply give an order and have his subordinates take care of it.

"besides."

"Remember to say hello to Sister Susu. After you're ten months pregnant, go to Xinghe Hospital. They'll definitely be able to give birth to my little nephew safely."

Jiang Tiansheng congratulated him with a smile.

Lian Haolong smiled slightly.

Mention the children.

Much of the heaviness and pressure that had been weighing on his mind had dissipated.

I watched Jiang Tiansheng's Santana drive away.

By this time, Luo Tianhong had also come to her senses.

Despite the excruciating pain in his body, he slowly approached Lian Haolong's side.

Most of the Hung Hing members have already left.

Lian Haolong slowly said, "Is Mr. Jiang really that capable?"

"Even if you can't withstand a single blow, you can always dodge it."

Lian Haolong was still not quite convinced, so he asked again.

In response to this, Luo Tianhong said with a wry smile, "Mr. Jiang's move was simply too powerful. I couldn't beat him at all. His speed was too fast, and his strength was also formidable."

Luo Tianhong spoke softly, and in just a few words, she made it clear that Jiang Tiansheng had not held back in that move.

Although Lian Haolong understood this from the beginning, he still held onto a sliver of hope. Now it seems that the rumors about Hung Hing in the underworld were not exaggerated at all, but rather underestimated.

"Remember this, never go against the Hung Hing people again."

Lian Haolong spoke to his younger brother in front of him with utmost seriousness.

Lian Haodong gave an awkward smile, subconsciously taking a step back, and said, "Brother, you doubt me? Hung Hing is so powerful, unless I'm out of my mind, why would I go looking for trouble with them? Mr. Chiang has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and he can control everything. Your own brother wouldn't do something so stupid."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Lian Haolong sighed and shook his head.

He used to dote on his younger brother, but now that he understands the strength of Hung Hing, Lian Haolong realizes the gap between them.

At this point, we absolutely cannot afford to be confused anymore.

Lian Haodong reiterated his assurances.

Xiang Nan also came to Luo Tianhong's side.

He looked incredulous.

In loyalty, trustworthiness, and righteousness.

He was another young man besides Luo Tianhong, and slowly asked, "Is he really that strong?"

Faced with this problem again, Luo Tianhong was not so patient.

He said directly, "If there were even the slightest chance, do you think I couldn't withstand even one move?"

"We simply can't beat them!"

Luo Tianhong then spoke.

Xiang Nan was speechless upon hearing this.

He originally intended to test his skills against the Hung Hing men.

In retrospect, that wasn't a test of skill; it was self-humiliation.

The others looked at each other in bewilderment.

And this moment.

The Tsim Sha Tsui area was also unusually lively.

A group of bigwigs gathered together, enjoying the hot pot in front of them.

Guohua, Heigui, and Gandhi are all here, while the other one from before was recently killed by Han Chen, so the atmosphere on the field is quite tense.

They looked at each other.

Guohua sneered.

With a "smack," the chopsticks were slammed onto the table in front of them.

It looks like we're about to miss out on this meal.

"Could Han Chen go any further? Just because he has some connection with your family, he dared to dismantle our distribution channels to pieces. This is not over!"

Guohua was so angry that he shouted loudly and slammed his chopsticks down in front of him.

At this moment, Gandhi and Black Ghost beside him were not in a good mood either, as Han Chen's channels for dismantling were not limited to Guo Hua alone.

Neither of them got anything good out of it.

The two echoed, "What else can we do? That bastard Han Chen has already gone to Thailand and made arrangements with the local drug lord."

"Are we supposed to fight him to the death right now? With our current strength, even if we join forces, we probably still might not be his match."

The black man had a sullen face, and Gandhi beside him also curled his lip; the two stared at each other with wide eyes.

They gathered together today specifically to discuss this matter. They couldn't let Han Chen continue to cause trouble like this. If things continued this way, they might all become Han Chen's henchmen.

In their eyes, Han Chen used to be just a lackey. Back when they rose to power, Han Chen was just a henchman. Now they watched helplessly as he rode on their heads.

Few people could stand this insult.

Just then, Guo Hua, who was the first to speak, sneered and said, "Actually, I was prepared a long time ago."

I noticed him as soon as he made a move.

I've already bribed the people around him, given them a lot of money, and I'm just waiting for an opportunity. As long as the three of us work together to set a trap, we can take down that bastard Han Chen completely.

When the time comes, the major drug lords in Thailand will have no partners and will have to find new ones, and that's our opportunity.

Guohua spoke slowly, his gaze chilling.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he seems to be in a sorry state by these guys. He's actually quite capable. Otherwise, why would so many of his underlings trust him and work for him?

"Is this okay?"

Gan Di showed a look of suspicion and glanced at Guo Hua, but only for a moment.

Seeing that the two didn't believe him, Guohua got angry: "Fine, then you two should give me a solution! If this continues, Han Chen will become the next Nichkhun."

"By then, some of us will be dead or injured, and the best outcome will be that we will be completely driven out of this auspicious place, Tsim Sha Tsui, and forced to leave our homes. Would you be happy with that?"

Guohua said sarcastically.

After much persuasion, the black man and Gandhi finally agreed.

However, right after the three leaders parted ways, one of the underlings seized the opportunity and decisively ran up to Han Chen, the leader he had recently joined.

He recounted everything that had just happened in detail.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Those three, they really came up with this kind of idea. Who exactly is the traitor among my comrades?"

Han Chen spoke slowly and deliberately, his cold, venomous gaze sweeping over the people around him.

Those who were seen by him, except for Sha Qiang, all the other underlings immediately lowered their heads.

Sha Qiang recently went to Thailand with Han Chen and almost lost his life.

Moreover, Sha Qiang is known for being the most loyal to Han Chen.

If he wanted to betray Han Chen, Han Chen would have been unable to turn things around after so many opportunities.

"Boss, it wasn't me!"

Sha Qiang said in a very serious tone.

That's obvious. Although Han Chen had initially suspected Sha Qiang, he quickly realized that...

His suspicious gaze then fell upon the others.

"Is it you? Is it you?"

Han Chen pointed at one of his underlings with one finger, and then pointed at another.

The person pointed at shook his head repeatedly and hurriedly explained, "Boss, how could it be me? I've been following you for four or five years. We've been together since you were a stable boy on Portland Street."

"Boss, I used to go through thick and thin with you. Back in Yuen Long, we were almost hacked to death by Ho Lin-shing's men."

"Boss, have you forgotten everything?"

Listening to their explanations, Han Chen's gaze remained cold, but the expression on his face grew increasingly sinister.

"It's not you, and it's not you either."

"So, is this undercover agent, this traitor, myself? Damn it!"

Han Chen burst into a tirade, "These days, nobody in the underworld has any sense of loyalty!"

After venting his anger, Han Chen clapped his hands and said, "Then just wait and see who's plotting against me next."

After saying that, he turned around.

His henchmen behind him breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

But the next second, Han Chen, holding a mobile phone, suddenly turned around and went straight for one of his underlings, smashing it hard against the back of the underling's head.