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

10 o'clock sharp.

The second hand precisely passed the twelve o'clock position.

Big Boss B's heart sank with that almost inaudible "click".

He clearly saw Jiang Tiansheng's fingers pause slightly as he picked up the teacup. Although his expression remained unchanged, he could sense the invisible pressure emanating from him.

This is the result of Jiang Tiansheng's deliberate "taming" over many years.

"Mr. Jiang,"

Big Brother B quickly put on a smile, his voice slightly hoarse, and began to explain for Lin Yaodong, which also seemed to be an attempt to exonerate himself.

"Sorry, Ah Dong is always very considerate and would never be late without a reason. I guess... I guess he ran into the morning rush hour. The Cross-Harbour Tunnel or the Eastern Corridor area is most prone to traffic jams at this time."

Jiang Tiansheng gave a soft "heh," the meaning of which was unclear—whether it was laughter or something else—and placed the teacup back on the table, making a crisp clinking sound.

"fine."

He said it casually, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard entrance before returning to the shimmering surface of the swimming pool, revealing no emotion.

But Boss B's heart clenched even tighter.

He understood Jiang Tiansheng; the phrase "It's nothing" often meant "It's very serious."

He screamed internally: Ah Dong!

My little darling!

What the hell are you doing?!

Get the hell over here right now!

This is a summons from the top leader, not the time for you to flirt and put on airs!

Just as this suffocating silence was about to reach its peak—

Da da da da!

A series of hurried and slightly disordered footsteps finally came from the direction of the villa gate, getting closer and closer.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

The Filipino maid led a person quickly through the lush green garden and towards the swimming pool.

The person who arrived was Lin Yaodong.

However, at this moment, Lin Yaodong's image was far from "glamorous"; in fact, he was quite disheveled.

The well-tailored casual suit he wore when he left home in the morning was gone, replaced by a white shirt. However, the shirt had a large tear in the sleeve, the collar was crooked, and it was covered with dust and unknown stains.

Even more shocking was the fact that there were several bruises on his bare arms and neck, and even a cut on the corner of his mouth with a dark red scab.

His signature gold-rimmed glasses, with one lens riddled with spiderweb-like cracks, barely held up on his face.

"Mr. Jiang, Brother B, Brother Yao, I'm sorry I'm late." Lin Yaodong stopped, first bowing to Jiang Tiansheng, then to Boss B and Chen Yao, his tone full of apology.

But his eyes remained clear, even carrying a trace of lingering sharpness.

"Ah Dong! What the hell is going on?!" Boss B was both anxious and angry. He suddenly stood up from his chair, about to unleash a torrent of abuse.

But after seeing the injuries on Lin Yaodong's body, he swallowed back the curse words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"How did you get into such a terrible state?"

His expression shifted to surprise and suspicion: "Is it those bastards from Hehetu?! Are they retaliating against you?!"

Big Boss B's first reaction was that he was unwilling to accept the outcome of the negotiations with Hehetu that had just been completed yesterday, so he sent people to ambush Lin Yaodong.

Jiang Tiansheng's pent-up resentment was instantly replaced by shock and a hint of anger when he saw Lin Yaodong's miserable appearance.

If Hehetu really launched an attack immediately after the negotiations, it would be a blatant slap in the face, showing that they completely disregarded Chiang Tin-sang and Hung Hing!

His expression also turned serious, and he stared sharply at Lin Yaodong.

Chen Yao also pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses flashing with scrutiny as he awaited Lin Yaodong's explanation.

Lin Yaodong caught his breath, shook his head, and explained, "Brother B, it wasn't Wo Hop To's people who attacked me. I was robbed on my way here, in Causeway Bay..."

"Robbery?!" Boss B's eyes widened, his voice rising eight octaves. "You bastard! Who dares to rob someone from Hung Hing? Are you tired of living?!"

He found it unbelievable that someone would dare to mess with his boss B's henchman in Causeway Bay, Hung Hing's territory.

Lin Yaodong shook his head again, correcting him in a heavy tone, "Brother B, it wasn't about robbing me. It was about robbing your underground casino in Causeway Bay..."

"What!?"

Boss B suddenly grabbed Lin Yaodong's shoulder, "My turf has been taken over?! How many people are there? Who are they?!"

He simply couldn't believe that someone would dare to directly target his core business.

Moreover, judging from Lin Yaodong's disheveled appearance, the other party was definitely not an ordinary petty thief, but a tough nut to crack.

Lin Yaodong took a deep breath and said, "Four people, one long one for each person..."

He gestured with his hand to indicate the length.

"Four long ones?!" Boss B gasped! He certainly understood what "long" meant—

That's slang for a long gun, most likely an AK47, a standard weapon for ruthless bandits!

He instinctively pressed, "Then...you didn't leak, did you?"

He quickly pulled Lin Yaodong over, nervously spun him around, and checked his back for any gunshot wounds.

"I'm fine."

Lin Yaodong let him inspect the items and continued to explain, "When I arrived, they had just succeeded and were trying to escape."

Several quick-thinking henchmen blocked the exit with something.

The patrolling police arrived, but the officers were afraid of dying when they saw the enemy's heavy firepower and dared not launch a direct attack.

The situation was urgent. I was afraid they would run away and the losses at the venue would be irrecoverable, so I took a few of my men with me…”

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear: he rushed forward when the police hesitated and killed four ruthless bandits armed with automatic firearms in hand-to-hand combat.

As Jiang Tiansheng sat in his chair and listened to Lin Yaodong's account, he was deeply shaken and even momentarily lost in thought!

Four AKs!

Disarm the gun with bare hands?

How to subdue four ruthless thugs?

I only suffered minor injuries?

Chiang Tin-sang had explicitly forbidden core members of the triad from getting involved in drugs and arms dealing, at least not openly.

This means that Lin Yaodong most likely took down four desperate men armed with AKs without using firearms!

What kind of skill, courage, and...luck does that require?

His gaze swept over Lin Yaodong once more.

His tall stature, his slightly disheveled yet untamed hair from the fight, his high-bridged nose, and his deep eyes, though now filled with apology...

Yet, the sharpness of his underlying features was still evident; the scars and stains on his handsome face only added a touch of rugged vicissitude to his appearance...

The broken gold-rimmed glasses gave him a strange, war-damaged beauty mixed with a scholarly air; beneath his tattered clothes were faintly visible, clearly defined muscle contours... and the sunny and gentle smile he was trying hard to maintain on his face at that moment.

This young man... is he that fierce?!