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

"1...2...3...4..." The referee lay on the ground, counting down to Ah Hu.

Below the arena, the noise was deafening.

"good!!"

"We won!!"

"Brother Jin is awesome!!"

The shouts of the Hung Hing underlings almost lifted the roof off.

Tonight marked the first time that a boxing match of this scale was held at the boxing gym owned by Boss B in Causeway Bay after its renovation, and the venue was packed with people.

The lights shone on the octagonal cage, illuminating Gao Jin's cold and stern face.

On the ring, Ah Hu from the Vietnamese gang collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Gao Jin stood to the side, his breathing steady, the cuffs of his tracksuit slightly wrinkled.

"Referee, what's wrong with you? You're counting so slowly. Did you even go to elementary school? If it were a teacher counting the bell, ten seconds would have passed by now!!" A Hung Hing member shouted from the audience.

"Get away quickly!!"

The referee was middle-aged, wearing a black and white striped shirt, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

He was a professional referee hired by Boss B from a legitimate boxing match at a high price, but at this moment he felt like a sheep that had fallen into a wolf's den.

But he believes he must be responsible for his profession.

Counting is definitely a professional skill.

On the other side of the ring, in the VIP area, Tsukamoto Eiji's face was ashen.

With his slicked-back hair slicked back, he was staring intently at Ah Hu on the ring.

"Baka! Get up right now!" Tsukamoto Eiji cursed under his breath in Japanese, his fingers gripping the armrests of the seat tightly.

This 3v3 boxing match, arranged with Hung Hing Society's Lam Yiu Tung, is far more than just a simple gangster showdown.

For Eiji Tsukamoto, this was a crucial battle to regain face.

More importantly, if they could crush Lin Yaodong here tonight, it would not only damage the reputation of this opponent who is running for district councilor, but also demonstrate the strength of the Tsukamoto Group to the Hong Kong underworld, showing that the Tsukamoto Group would not collapse even without the old man.

In the front row of the audience, Ah Hu's two older brothers, the eldest of the three Vietnamese gang brothers, Brother Zha and the second eldest Tony, were watching the ring intently.

The two looked at each other and saw hesitation in each other's eyes.

"Ah Hu is no match for Gao Jin..." Tony said in a deep voice, his eyes sharp as an eagle.

As the strategist and fighter among the three brothers, he quickly assessed the situation on the field.

Brother Zha looked worried, his brows furrowed: "Ah Hu has a stubborn temper; he definitely won't admit defeat easily..."

The three brothers fought their way from the slums of Vietnam to Hong Kong Island, relying on their ruthless, fearless spirit.

But today, Tony could see that Gao Jin's ruthlessness was different—calm, precise, and deadly.

"Ah Jin is really amazing!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect it to be so easy..."

The leaders of Hung Hing were sitting in their designated area, discussing amongst themselves.

Boss B, stroking his half-bald head, grinned from ear to ear: "I told you long ago that Ah Dong has a lot of talented people under him, but you didn't believe me!"

Fatty Li puffed on his cigar, squinting his eyes: "This Gao Jin, he's usually so quiet... Ah Dong's been hiding his true intentions pretty well."

Not far away, the gangsters such as Camel, the leader of Tung Sing, Lok, and Big D all looked surprised.

They had expected it to be a close contest, after all, the three Vietnamese brothers were notorious for their ruthless nature, having fought their way out of a bloodbath.

"7...8..."

When the referee counted to eight, Ah Hu's finger twitched.

"9..."

Just as the referee was about to call "10", Ah Hu suddenly opened his eyes, put his hands on the ground, and stood up unsteadily.

He had a bloody mark on his face, and his left cheek and left eye were swollen, but his eyes still looked fierce.

The referee walked up to Ah Hu and held up two fingers: "How many is this?"

This is the standard procedure in professional boxing to determine whether a fighter is still capable of continuing the fight.

Ah Hu, however, simply shoved the referee aside and glared fiercely at Gao Jin: "Again!"

"Alright, if there are no problems, let's continue..." The referee shook his head helplessly and stepped back to the edge of the ring.

Ah Hu was panting heavily, his mind racing.

Years of experience in street fights told him that he was no match for Gao Jin in terms of boxing skills, and the leg techniques that the opponent had just displayed were even more formidable.

To win, you can only rely on what you're best at: close-quarters wrestling.

Thinking of this, Ah Hu suddenly opened his arms and pounced on Gao Jin like a wild bull.

Tony, watching from below the stage, felt a chill run down his spine: "This is bad..."

Sure enough, Gao Jin did not back down, but instead bent down slightly, seemingly giving Ah Hu a better angle to hug his waist.

Just as Ah Hu grabbed Gao Jin's waist, Gao Jin wrapped his arms around Ah Hu's back like iron clamps, and using the force of Ah Hu's charge, he twisted his waist and executed a perfect reverse takedown!

"Bang!"

Ah Hu was slammed heavily onto the ring, landing on his tailbone first.

In an instant, excruciating pain shot through my entire body like an electric shock, and then my lower body suddenly lost all sensation.

Gao Jin let go, turned over and stood up, patting off the dust from his white tracksuit.

Ah Hu lay motionless on his side on the ring.

"1...2..."

The referee began counting.

"Ah Hu!!" Zha Ge and Tony jumped onto the ring almost simultaneously, pushing the referee who was counting aside.

Tony reached out and touched Ah Hu's tailbone, his expression changing: "It's broken..."

He raised his head and glared fiercely at Gao Jin.

Gao Jin merely glanced back indifferently, his eyes as calm as a deep pool of water.

"I'll fight you!" Tony stood up, took off his sports jacket, revealing a fitted vest and well-defined muscles.

Just as Gao Jin was about to nod, a figure flipped onto the arena.

"Ah Jin, I'll play this match."

The newcomer was Xiao Fu, another key figure under Lin Yaodong.

Gao Jin and Xiao Fu exchanged a glance, nodded, and stepped off the stage.

Brother Zha had already called for people to come up and carefully move Ah Hu to the edge of the ring.

Before leaving, he made sure to pick up the several black sports bags that were placed in the corner.

Tony needs to get into the ring, and he can't let go of the cargo inside.

"Doctor, call a doctor quickly! Where's the doctor at your boxing gym?" Brother Zha shouted anxiously.

Several medical staff in white coats pushed a stretcher over and took Ah Hu to the medical room behind the boxing gym.

Since the renovation of Boss B Boxing Gym, Lin Yaodong has insisted on equipping it with complete medical facilities, saying that he is responsible for the safety of the boxers.

Brother Zha carried those sports bags and hurriedly followed the medical staff away.

"Didn't I arrange for all the young ladies...?" Lin Yaodong glanced at the male medical staff and happened to recognize Qiu Gang'ao's somewhat flowing long hair.

On the stage, the second match is about to begin.

The referee cleared his throat: "Second match, Hung Hing's Little Fu versus Tsukamoto Group's Tony!"

"The rules of a boxing match are..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Tony interrupted the referee, his eyes fixed on Franklin.

The referee shut his mouth in frustration, inwardly cursing the group of thugs for their lack of discipline.

He has officiated at so many official boxing matches, and every single one of them has been highly respected.

When I got here, I felt like a clown... nobody cared about me at all.