Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

The street next to Causeway Bay, the branch of the Tung Sing Crows.

It's more like an abandoned warehouse partition than a proper church.

The walls were peeling and crumbling, and there were piles of unknown junk in the corners, emitting a strange smell of mold and cheap cigarettes.

The only thing that seemed solemn was the Guan Gong statue in the very center of the room, which was polished to a gleaming shine and shone coldly in the dim light.

A few sticks of incense, almost burned out, were stuck in the incense burner, their wisps of smoke trying to add a touch of chivalry to the dilapidated environment.

"What? Two of my men have run away? And they went to Lam Yiu-tung's area in Mong Kok?!"

A loud roar shattered the silence.

In front of the statue of Guan Yu, Crow of the Dongxing Society had a livid face and bulging veins on his forehead. He was wearing a flashy shirt with the collar open.

He had just learned from one of his underlings that two of his men, who were in charge of security and debt collection, had switched sides without even saying goodbye and joined the newly appointed leader of Hung Hing in Mong Kok, Lam Yiu-tung.

"Including the family fortune!!" Crow kicked the broken stool next to him in anger, and the stool instantly fell apart. "Lin Yaodong! You Hung Hing brat, you just took over and you dare to steal my man?! Do you think I, Crow, am dead?!"

He whirled around, pointing at the imposing statue of Guan Yu, his finger trembling: "Damn it! Every single one of them bowed to Guan Yu here, swearing a solemn oath to share both good times and bad with me, Crow!"

"What the hell is going on now? Running away without a word?"

"Or did they switch sides to Hung Hing, our arch-rival?! Do they even respect Guan Yu?! Do they have any sense of honor or chivalry?!"

boom!

Another loud crash followed. Enraged, the crow slammed its paw hard on the dilapidated altar where Guan Yu was worshipped. The incense burner shook violently, and ashes fell in a flurry, almost tipping over.

The few members of the 49 group who had officially joined the organization and had already burned incense were standing around in silence, heads bowed, wishing they could bury their heads in their chests, for fear that their boss's pent-up anger would fall on them.

At the same time, they were secretly lamenting their situation and even somewhat envious of the brothers who had run away.

It's not that Lin Yaodong came to steal it, it's just that... hanging out with crows is such a dead end!

If they hadn't been young and naive back then, and hadn't formally worshipped Guan Gong in order to find a backer, becoming "49ers" with the mark of a triad, they probably would have run away long ago.

If someone formally joins a group and then defectes, virtually no one in the underworld will dare to accept them; that's a major taboo.

The days spent following crows were a history of blood and tears.

They clearly remembered that there used to be a younger brother named Qiang, who was very loyal and took the blame for a serious assault on Crow, spending five or six years in prison.

The results of it?

The crow didn't even give him the most basic resettlement allowance... Ah Qiang's wife and children almost ended up homeless.

And last time, during the shootout with Hung Hing at the docks, several of my brothers were seriously injured, their hands and feet slashed, lying on the verge of death in a back alley. Crow just watched helplessly, without even calling an ambulance.

It's not that he was cold-blooded to that extent, but he was penniless at the time and couldn't even afford to pay for the ambulance!

In the end, it was only with the help of other brothers that they were able to get the person to the hospital, but by then the best time for treatment had been missed, and some people were left with lifelong disabilities.

Thinking about all this, and looking at their boss who was barely able to maintain his core base, the underlings felt a chill in their hearts.

When you're out in the world, whether you're looking for money or power, you can't possibly go hungry for three days straight by following a crow, can you?

Lam Yiu-tung from Mong Kok is said to be very generous to his men. He not only pays them quickly but also leads his underlings in legitimate businesses. I heard he's recently started a property management company and is doing very well.

In comparison, Crow's place is practically a refugee camp.

Snapped!

The crow paced back and forth in the cramped room a few times, growing angrier with each passing thought. Suddenly, it turned around and slapped the statue of Guan Yu on the shoulder, making a crisp sound.

This completely terrified the underlings below.

"Damn it! What's the point of praying to you! I burn incense for you every day, but I've never won a single penny in the lottery! I've never won a horse race either!"

"Now even his underlings have run off with someone! These guys who come out to be thugs, they have absolutely no sense of loyalty...!"

The crow cursed loudly at the statue of Guan Yu.

The underlings were terrified. Their boss dared to attack even Guan Yu (a legendary general in Chinese mythology)? He must be furious!

They unconsciously took another half step back.

After venting his anger.

The crow's chest heaved violently; it was still very angry.

He suddenly waved his hand and roared at his men, "What are you all standing there for? Come on! Let's go out to eat!"

"Now that you've eaten, come with me to Mong Kok to settle accounts with that Lam Yiu-tung! I want to see how big he is, daring to poach my people!"

Have a meal?

The group of henchmen looked at each other, their faces showing strange expressions.

We looked at each other, our eyes conveying the same message: Boss, do you still have money to treat us to a meal?

Didn't you just gamble away all the protection money we collected last time?

They didn't even hand over their share...

Or... let's stick to the old way and pool our money to order the cheapest boxed meals and eat them at the cafeteria?

But that's what they thought, and no one dared to offend the crows at this time.

He could only grit his teeth and give a half-hearted reply: "Yes, boss..."

But inside, he was groaning, realizing that he would probably have to raise money for this meal again.

……

On the other side, there's Stephen Chow's cheap rental apartment.

The steam in the cramped bathroom had not completely dissipated.

Stephen Chow stood in front of the mirror with a worried look on his face, repeatedly poking at a rather conspicuous purplish-red hickey on his chest with his finger.

"Damn it... Is this foreign woman a vampire? It's been so many days, and the peck marks on me still haven't faded?" Zhou Xingxing was on the verge of tears.

This mark is a souvenir left by a passionate foreign girl during a team-building activity that Lin Yaodong arranged a few days ago to reward them.

It felt great at the time, but now... he doesn't even dare let his wife take off his clothes.

These past few days, he's been sleeping in his pajamas, and he takes showers as quickly as a thief, afraid of being discovered by his wife, He Min.

(He Min's appearance is similar to Zhang Min's short hair in Fight Back to School; use your imagination.)

If He Min saw this, given her temper, kneeling on a washboard wouldn't be enough to solve the problem; she'd probably just throw the divorce papers in his face.

"Honey, what have you been doing in the bathroom for so long? Did you fall in?" He Min's clear voice rang out along with the sound of turning the doorknob.

Startled, Stephen Chow immediately pulled up his T-shirt to cover his chest, the movement so large it almost tore the shirt.

He Min pushed the door open and saw Zhou Xingxing looking flustered. She scolded him, "Why are you being so secretive? I'm coming in."

"Hey! Why didn't you knock?" Zhou Xingxing complained, trying to remain calm.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

He Min rolled her eyes at him, then walked closer with an air of allure, gently hugging him from behind and pressing her cheek against his strong back: "Hmph, you never knocked before when you barged in while I was taking a shower~"

Feeling the soft touch on his back, Zhou Xingxing, feeling guilty, suddenly stiffened.

"Husband~" He Min's voice was coquettish as she drew circles on his belly with her fingers.

"How about... we get intimate before we go out... Look at you these past few days, you come home at night and just fall asleep, you haven't touched me at all..."

We're doomed! We're doomed!

Stephen Chow's internal alarm bells went off, and his adrenaline surged.