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

Ma Jun wasn't particularly tall, but he had a well-proportioned and sturdy build, and a steady gait. Even in an ill-fitting, cheap uniform, he couldn't hide his capable and efficient demeanor.

Ignoring the surprised, wary, and even somewhat hostile gazes he received, he walked straight to the edge of the ring, braced himself against the edge with one hand, and gracefully flipped himself up. His movements were clean and beautiful.

"Mr. Lin," Ma Jun stopped, looking directly at Lin Yaodong and ignoring the others, "I think I can help you fight a match."

The atmosphere on the ring instantly became somewhat subtle.

Boss B's face darkened: "Inspector Ma?"

He looked Ma Jun up and down in his uniform, his tone clearly displeased and questioning. "It's not appropriate for a cop like you to interfere in our gang's affairs, is it?"

Although he is now gradually turning to the right path with Lin Yaodong, his aversion to the police is ingrained in his bones.

However, compared to the past when they would readily threaten violence, their current attitude is quite polite.

"Who do you think you are!" The savage was furious when he saw a cop suddenly appear and try to steal his spotlight.

He suddenly took a step forward, almost touching Ma Jun's face, his bulging muscles bulging as he glared at him fiercely.

"You damn cop, you want to fight me? I'll fight you! Believe me or not, I'll crush your head!" His spittle almost landed on Ma Jun's face.

Faced with the provocation from the savages and the unfriendly gazes from the surrounding gang members, Ma Jun simply smiled, his expression calm.

He certainly didn't want to get too close to the gang, as it didn't align with his identity and principles.

But this time is different.

He didn't answer Big Boss B's question directly, nor did he pay attention to the savage's fiery glare; he continued to look at Lin Yaodong.

He knew very well that Lin Yaodong was the one who could make the decision here and in this matter.

"The Japanese are so arrogant in our area, even the police can't stand it," Ma Jun said, his voice steady.

"I also want to do my part."

He wasn't lying, but he also had his own real purpose.

Ma Jun had been secretly investigating evidence of the crimes committed by the three Vietnamese brothers, especially their involvement in human trafficking, drug trafficking, and other crimes.

In this boxing match, Eiji Tsukamoto will likely send these Vietnamese brothers into the ring, which presents an excellent opportunity to observe closely and even gather evidence.

But fighting the Japanese was also his true intention.

As a policeman with a strong sense of justice, he felt a surge of anger seeing outsiders acting so arrogantly on Hong Kong Island.

Lin Yaodong looked at Ma Jun quietly, his eyes deep, as if trying to see into the other's heart.

He could roughly guess Ma Jun's true intentions; after all, the police... especially at such a sensitive time.

He does not reject this kind of "exploitation." Sometimes, official power, when used well, can become the sharpest knife.

However, the police friend he favored was someone else.

"I'm very grateful for Inspector Ma's kindness," Lin Yaodong finally spoke, a polite smile on his face.

"However, this is a 'private' activity between us and the Tsukamoto Group, a matter of personal grudges... Inspector Ma's identity is special, and getting involved might cause unnecessary trouble."

He paused for a moment, and seeing that Ma Jun's eyes hadn't changed, he continued, "How about this, if you're really interested, Officer Ma, why don't you come and be a spectator at the boxing match three days from now? I'll save you a good seat."

Ma Jun and Lin Yaodong stared at each other for a few seconds, seemingly weighing their options.

Finally, he nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face: "Okay. Then I'll come and see for myself."

He knew Lin Yaodong was politely declining, but he also offered a way out.

Forcing oneself to participate is indeed inappropriate; attending as a spectator might be more convenient.

His main objective was simply to investigate the Vietnamese gang.

Lin Yaodong gestured towards the door: "We still have some internal triad matters to discuss, so we won't keep Ma Sir any longer."

"Hmm." Ma Jun didn't waste any time. He nodded to Lin Yaodong, glanced at the crowd of people with different expressions on the stage, then got off the stage. Under the watchful eyes of countless people, he walked through the crowd and left the boxing gym.

Once Ma Jun's figure disappeared outside the door, the discussions inside the boxing gym grew louder again.

Boss B turned to Lin Yaodong, his expression still not good: "Ah Dong, Han Bin is right. The boxing match is no small matter. It concerns the face of the entire Hung Hing. We must be careful and absolutely cannot lose."

The competition was proposed by Lin Yaodong. If they lost, Lin Yaodong's personal prestige would be damaged, and the entire Hung Hing would be ridiculed.

Needless to say, if word gets out, it will definitely turn into people saying they got the better deal but then complained, only to get beaten up like a dog in the ring.

"Brother B, don't worry." Lin Yaodong said confidently, "Gao Jin and Xiao Fu will fight at least two matches. I'm absolutely confident."

Upon hearing this, Boss B, Han Bin, Thirteen Sister, and the others glanced at Gao Jin, who remained as silent as an iceberg, and Xiao Fu, who was all smiling, and nodded.

People are confident in their abilities.

"Winning two matches isn't enough," Han Bin suddenly interjected. He was meticulous and thoughtful, tapping his fingers lightly on the ropes of the ring.

"If we're going to win, we're going to win beautifully, win decisively. Three games, all won!"

"This will maximize the prestige of Hung Hing and show all the triads in Hong Kong that no matter if it's a Japanese zaibatsu or some outsider, they're just paper tigers in front of Hung Hing!"

"Yes! Brother Han is right!"

"If you're going to win, win everything!"

"Three to zero! Show the spirit of Hung Hing!"

Han Bin's words were unanimously agreed upon by the other hall masters and underlings.

People in the martial arts world value face above all else.

Since we've started, we must win decisively, leaving the opponent with no excuses and the bystanders speechless.

"Shengfan, there's definitely no problem!" Dinosaur once again strongly supported his leader, patting Shengfan's broad shoulders forcefully.

The savage also puffed out his chest in response, let out two "howls," and raised his hands to show off his muscles and display his bravery.

Han Bin's eyes flickered, and he interjected, "A Dong, I also support letting the savages go."

"Street brawls are different from ring fights." Boss B pondered for a moment before finally expressing his concerns.

He wasn't targeting the aborigines; he was simply stating the facts.

After he finished speaking, seeing that the dinosaur, Han Bin, Thirteen Sister, and even the savage himself were looking over, he smiled and explained:

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to look down on savages. It's just that the arena has its own rules: time limits, scoring, and no vital points. It's very different from the life-or-death fighting style in the street. I know savages are brave, but..."

"Brother B is right." Lin Yaodong nodded, agreeing with Boss B's opinion.

He looked at the savages, then at the audience. "The third person to go on stage... I need to think about it some more. We have to play it safe. After all, we can't afford to lose..."

"I'll do it!!"

A voice, resolute and decisive, suddenly rang out from a corner of the boxing gym, drowning out the murmurs of the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and were somewhat surprised to see who was speaking.

"Anan?"

"Hao Nan?"

"Chan Ho-nam?"

Chen Haonan pushed aside his underlings and strode out.