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

Inside the most luxurious private room of a well-known nightclub in Tuen Mun.

Smoke swirled and music blared deafeningly, but nothing could dispel the somber atmosphere that permeated the air.

Five people were sitting on the sofa.

In the center is a dinosaur. He is tall and has a gloomy face. The cigar between his fingers has burned a long ash, but he is completely unaware of it.

Beside him was his lead horse, a fierce-looking man with a dull, uncouth gaze.

Opposite him was Han Bin, who wore glasses and looked rather refined, but his eyes were gleaming and shrewd.

Next to Han Bin were his own brother, Xi Yan, and the only female leader present, Thirteen Sister.

Thirteen Sister had short, neat hair, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and a furrowed brow.

Han Bin took a deep drag on his cigarette, then stubbed it out hard in the ashtray, breaking the suffocating silence. His voice was low and menacing: "We lost."

His tone carried a hint of resentment and helplessness.

"Lost?" Upon hearing this, Shengfan curled his lip indifferently, grabbed a bottle of beer, and took a big gulp.

"Bin, where did we lose? It was just treating those old guys to a meal and saying we'd help them with their stock investments, right? Didn't we also approach Fatty Li and Bucky before to discuss cooperation on transportation and security business? What's the big deal!"

The dinosaur was already furious. Hearing the wild man's brainless words, it flew into a rage and slapped the wild man hard on the back of the head with a crisp "smack".

"Where's your brain?! Did a dog eat it?!"

The dinosaur angrily retorted, "The deals we're talking about are slow to generate income, have long cycles, and require investment of manpower and resources! How can they compare to Lin Yaodong's?"

He's playing the stock market! With a few clicks of his finger, he could make hundreds of thousands or even millions in just a few days! Those old guys only care about quick money now, who cares about our little bit of hard work?

The savage, wincing from the slap, rubbed the back of his head in grievance and muttered, "Then... what should I do?"

Silence fell again in the private room.

Yeah, what should we do?

Faced with the prospect of real financial gain, all the groundwork they had laid beforehand seemed utterly insignificant.

The balance of power between Sheng Fan and Lin Yaodong in the competition for control of Mong Kok has clearly tilted in Lin Yaodong's favor.

The challenge they now face is how to resolve this passive situation.

Should we continue to fight to the end, or try to ease tensions, or even... get a share of the pie?

Just as the leaders were frowning and racking their brains for a solution, Shengfan's eyes, which revealed both ferocity and ignorance, suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of some brilliant plan.

He sat bolt upright, excitedly whispering, "Ah... I've got it!"

The eyes of Dinosaur, Han Bin, and others instantly focused on him.

Although I don't have high hopes for the intelligence of the aborigines, I'm willing to grasp at any straw in this stalemate.

The dinosaur patiently asked, "What came to mind? Tell me!"

A cruel and triumphant smile appeared on the savage's face. He stretched out his palm and made a throat-slitting gesture in front of his neck.

Then he lowered his voice, unable to hide his excitement: "I'll take a few brothers, find an opportunity, and take care of Lin Yaodong without anyone noticing! Once he's dead, who can compete with me for the position of boss of Mong Kok? Those uncles' money will go down the drain, and they won't blame us!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the other four people, thinking himself clever, hoping to receive their approval.

However, what responded to him was the dinosaur's face instantly turning liver-colored, and the looks that Han Bin, Thirteen Sister, and the others gave him like he was an idiot.

"You son of a bitch!!!" The dinosaur completely erupted, his anger rising from the depths of his heart.

He couldn't hold back any longer. He abruptly stood up and, with both hands, slapped the savage on the back of the head and shoulders. "I'll fucking kill you! Get rid of him! I'll make you get rid of him! You bastard! Is your brain full of shit?!"

The dinosaur was trembling with rage as it fought and cursed.

The savages were beaten so badly they ran away with their heads in their hands, begging for mercy repeatedly.

After venting his frustration, Dinosaur sat back on the sofa, panting heavily, pointed at the savage's nose, and scolded him with exasperation:

"What time is it now?"

Lin Yaodong is now the god of wealth for the entire Hung Hing!

Should we touch him?

Do you believe that the moment you start, the entire Hung Hing Society will send us to reclaim land?

"By then, forget about our positions as leaders in Mong Kok; we might not even be able to leave Hong Kong Island alive! Are you trying to kill us all?!"

Feeling a pang of emotion, he suddenly blurted out: "I'm not afraid of my opponents' wicked schemes, but I'm afraid of my brainless subordinates coming up with a brilliant idea."

Thirteen Sister shook her head helplessly and lit a cigarette: "You bastard, use your brain. Anyone who touches Lin Yaodong now is making an enemy of the entire Hung Hing. Even a three-year-old understands that."

The narrow-eyed man added coldly from the side, "Besides, even if we didn't do it, with Lin Yaodong in trouble at this time, everyone will suspect us first. Even if it's not shit, it'll still be shit if it's mud in your pants."

After being repeatedly reprimanded by everyone, the savage realized how foolish and dangerous his "brilliant plan" was. He shrank back and dared not express his opinions again.

After venting his frustration, Dinosaur glared at Shengfan with a look of disappointment, then turned to Han Bin, who had been silently pondering, and asked in a heavy tone, "What do we do next? Are we just going to watch Lin Yaodong take over and hand over Mong Kok to him?"

Han Bin took a deep breath and pushed up his glasses: "Continuing to fight will not do us any good. Lin Yaodong is currently riding high, and he has huge interests tied to so many uncles and elders. If we go against him, it's tantamount to cutting ourselves off from the gang."

He paused, then changed the subject, proposing a practical idea: "Why don't we take this opportunity to support Lin Yaodong's rise to power?"

In this way, we avoid direct conflict, and on the other hand, we might be able to follow him and make some money in the stock market; after all, nobody complains about having too much money.

His words carried a questioning tone, and his gaze swept over Thirteen Sister and Narrow Eyes.

Thirteen Sister exhaled a smoke ring and said decisively, "I agree. The martial world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and, most importantly, real money. If there's money to be made, there's no need to push yourself to the brink."

Narrow-eyed eyes nodded slowly in agreement.

In a clearly unfavorable situation, the wisest choice is to change course in time and seek practical benefits.

Only the dinosaur still had a hint of hesitation on its face.

He glanced at the huddled Shengfan and sighed, "It's good to make money, of course... but Shengfan is my man after all. If we just publicly announce our withdrawal from the election and support Lin Yaodong, who in the underworld will respect Shengfan in the future?"

"Even I, as the boss, will lose face, and my men will think I can't protect them."

Han Bin had clearly considered this beforehand. He waved his hand and said confidently, "That's easy."

We can speak with Lin Yaodong privately to show our support for him and that we will not create obstacles for him during the election.

However, on the surface, the aborigines continued to participate in the election, putting on a show.

In this way, we can save face while also gaining practical benefits.

Lin Yaodong is a smart man; he should accept this favor.

Upon hearing this win-win solution, the dinosaur's eyes lit up.

This would allow him to avoid antagonizing the powerful Lin Yaodong, share in the profits of the stock market, and preserve his and Shengfan's reputation in the underworld. This was undoubtedly the best option at present.

The gloom on his face finally dissipated, and he nodded: "Okay! We'll do it your way!"