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

Big Boss B's boxing gym underwent a complete renovation.

The originally empty training field was surrounded by steel-structured stands, with rows of seats extending upwards in a tiered manner, capable of accommodating hundreds of spectators.

The central boxing ring has been preserved, but today it is used not for competition, but as a stage for negotiations.

Compared to a regular boxing arena, this place is slightly more compact, but the sense of pressure is just as intense.

At this moment, the boxing gym was packed with people.

Hundreds of people crowded here.

The air was thick with the lingering smell of sweat and rust, mixed with the scent of fresh paint, creating a unique atmosphere belonging to the underground world.

On the boxing ring, there were rows of chairs on the east and west sides, and a long table spanned the ring in the middle—this was today's negotiating table.

On the table was a slightly worn set of purple clay teaware, a "treasured" item that Boss B had specially brought from his office.

On the east side, the Hung Hing forces were already in position.

Boss B sat in the middle, his hands resting on his knees, his expression solemn.

To his left was Chen Yao, the white-paper fan of Hung Hing, Chiang Kai-shek's most trusted strategist, who was now lightly tapping the back of his chair with his fingertips, as if calculating something.

On the right is Han Bin, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping across the entire room like that of a hawk.

The dinosaur sat next to Han Bin, its massive body almost filling the entire seat. It would occasionally move its neck, making a soft "click" sound.

Other leaders of the Hung Hing triad were also included.

Xiao Fu and Gao Jin stood half a step behind Boss B.

More than three hundred Hung Hing henchmen gathered inside the boxing gym. They stood quietly below the stands, a dark mass of them, an invisible pressure permeating the air.

"Click—"

The sound of the roller shutter being pulled up broke the silence.

Ni Yongxiao walked in first, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses gentle yet profound, a polite smile on his lips as always.

Beside him was Eiji Tsukamoto

Three Vietnamese brothers walked behind them, followed by a row of men in black suits.

The guy's floral shirt was open to his chest, revealing the gold chain around his neck. His eyes scanned the boxing gym, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

The taciturn Tony looked uneasy at the scene. "Boss, things aren't looking good for us..."

Brother Zha nodded and lowered his voice: "It's none of our business, just watch."

Ah Hu made no attempt to hide his nervousness, constantly swallowing hard, and whispered to Brother Zha, "Brother, this is even bigger than the last time we did business in Vietnam..."

"Stay calm and collected..."

The five men walked onto the arena and sat down on the west side.

Other of Tsukamoto Eiji's underlings were not qualified to enter the ring.

Eiji Tsukamoto's gaze swept across the other side, his brow furrowing slightly. He said in broken English, "Lin Yaodong isn't here?"

Gao Jin understood what he meant, glanced at him, and calmly replied, "Brother Dong is on his way."

"Eight..." Tsukamoto Eiichi swallowed the words back before he could finish.

He recalled that when he was outside the door, Ni Yongxiao reminded him that "this is someone else's territory."

He might have been able to extricate himself from the outside, but now that he was in a closed room surrounded by Hung Hing members, he had no choice but to restrain himself.

Ni Yongxiao smiled and patted Tsukamoto Eiji on the shoulder, gesturing for him to sit down.

"Then we'll wait for Mr. Lin."

For a moment, a subtle silence fell over the arena.

Big Brother B cleared his throat. As the host and the local tycoon, he felt it was necessary to first establish order and control the situation.

He got up and went to the negotiating table, where he began to fiddle with the tea set.

All eyes were on his hands.

Then, Boss B grabbed a handful of tea leaves from a metal can.

The tea leaves looked coarse and cheap, and they almost filled the entire teapot.

Then, he picked up the boiling water next to him and poured it directly in.

Chen Yao's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Clearly, he had experienced the skills of the master chef B.

Even more astonishingly, instead of discarding the bitter first brew, Boss B poured the dark, inky tea directly into the small teapot for serving.

The tea soup was an eerily dark color, with an unnatural black sheen under the light.

Big Brother B seemed quite satisfied with his skills, and he began pouring tea with a look of complete absorption.

One cup, two cups, three cups...

He only poured tea for the leaders of Hung Hing, completely ignoring Ni Yongxiao and his group on the other side.

"Here, have some tea." Boss B handed teacups to Chen Yao, Han Bin, Dinosaur, and the others one by one.

Chen Yao stared at the liquid in the cup that looked like Chinese medicine, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he still took it.

The other hall masters also accepted the gifts, remaining outwardly calm but inwardly cursing Boss B to the core.

But in this kind of situation, not drinking would be a loss of face for your own people.

I drank it... Is this stuff really safe to drink?

"Let's have some tea." Boss B took a sip with relish, as if savoring some fine nectar.

"Ah~~ That's delicious~~~"

The leaders of Hung Hing looked at each other, and finally gritted their teeth and gulped down the strong tea, which was so bitter it made their scalps tingle.

The dinosaur even shuddered after drinking it, but managed to hold back from vomiting.

Ni Yongxiao took in all of this.

But what he realized was that the other party was unwilling to even share a cup of tea, which was undoubtedly a deliberate act of disrespect.

His smile faded slightly, but he still maintained his composure.

Ah Hu lowered his voice and said to Brother Zha, "Brother, they won't even give us tea. It looks like things are going to get bad... Will they start fighting later?"

Brother Zha glanced sideways at the dense crowd around him and whispered, "Calm down, we're just standing on behalf of Mr. Ni... let's wait and see..."

He thought for a moment, then added, "If anything goes wrong, you and Tony will protect me and get out of here first..."

Tony didn't speak, but nodded slightly, his gaze remaining fixed on Franklin and Gao Jin across from him.

He instinctively sensed that these two people were experts.

"As the largest triad society in Hong Kong, Hung Hing shouldn't be this narrow-minded, should it?" Ni Yongxiao finally spoke, his voice gentle but carrying a subtle sharpness.

Chen Yao's eyes flickered slightly.

Thinking: Perfect

He was really afraid that Boss B would pour him a second cup of tea.

Chen Yao put down his teacup, picked up two empty cups and placed them in front of Ni Yongxiao and Tsukamoto Eiji, then picked up the half-pot of black tea and poured a cup for each of them.

"Mr. Ni is right." Chen Yao pushed his teacup forward. "Hung Hing is the largest triad in Hong Kong. Gentlemen, I don't need to say why you've come here."

Knowing Chen Yao's status in Hung Hing, Ni Yongxiao adjusted his posture and spoke more sincerely: "Mr. Chen, there was a reason for what happened last night."

He glanced at Eiji Tsukamoto. "The reason Mr. Tsukamoto's men stormed into Causeway Bay with guns was to avenge his father's death. The King of Assassins, 'Seraphim,' assassinated Mr. Yoshitake Tsukamoto, and Mr. Tsukamoto, driven by his thirst for revenge, did this..."

Chen Yao raised his hand and made a stop gesture.

"Causeway Bay is now under B's control." Chen Yao looked at Boss B, "You can't talk to me about it."

Ni Yongxiao turned to Boss B.

Boss B turned his head and looked towards the entrance of the boxing gym.

"If you want to talk, talk to Ah Dong."

Ni Yongxiao: "..."