Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

As the first rays of sunlight touched the surface of Victoria Harbour in the early morning, the entire underground world of Hong Kong Island erupted in chaos.

The message spread like wildfire, reaching every gang's branch, teahouse, sauna, and mahjong parlor at an astonishing speed.

The Tung Sing Society's influence in Mong Kok, which had been established for a year and encompassed six large venues and three streets, was uprooted overnight!

The person who accomplished all of this was not a well-known leader of Hung Hing, but a young man named Ah Wah who had just become a Red Pole less than a week ago and was virtually unknown.

"Who is Ahua?"

"I heard he used to be with that good-for-nothing Lin, but later switched allegiance to Hung Hing."

"You didn't see what happened last night! I live upstairs on Dundas Street, and the scene... tsk tsk, sixty men chasing and hacking at over a hundred Tung Sing members! That big guy from Tung Sing was beaten like a dead dog!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Everyone in the martial arts world is talking about this name—Ahua.

Before this, he was just a nobody who followed the wrong boss and ended up poor and destitute. But overnight, he stepped on the coattails of Tung Sing and became the hottest new star in Yau Tsim Mong.

Of course, most people believed this was the work of Hung Hing's leader, Chiang Tin-sang. After all, Tung Sing had recently overstepped its bounds too aggressively, so Hung Hing had been planning a major counterattack for a long time. As for the real mastermind behind it all, Luk Chen, no one knew except for a very few core high-ranking members of Hung Hing.

……

Kai Tak Airport.

A Boeing 747 that flew in from the Netherlands has just landed.

At the VIP entrance, several of Tung Sing's underlings were waiting nervously.

Not long after, a tall man wearing a leather jacket, with his chest exposed to reveal his bronze muscles and gold chain, strode out with an air of arrogance.

He sported his signature long, wavy hair, had a wild and savage look in his eyes, chewed gum, and held a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, but those beads looked more like a murder weapon used to strangle people.

Chen Tianxiong.

Nickname: Crow.

"Down the Mountain Tiger," one of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing, is also a notorious mad dog.

"Boss!" The underlings ran over respectfully as soon as they saw their boss come out, shouting in unison.

"Where's the big guy?" Crow tossed the luggage to his underling, his face so dark it could drip water. "Is he completely dead?"

"No... he's still in the hospital being treated. The doctor said he has a concussion, three broken ribs, and a comminuted fracture of his right hand..." the younger brother stammered as he reported.

"Damn it!" The crow suddenly took flight and kicked over a nearby trash can. The loud noise startled the passersby, but seeing the group's attire, they all lowered their heads and silently walked past. Not even a security guard dared to step forward to stop them.

"This piece of trash is better off dead!" Crow's face was contorted with rage, veins bulging.

After all, he was working hard on his drug trafficking route in the Netherlands when his underlings told him that his hideout had been raided! Anyone would be furious in that situation. Moreover, those streets in Mong Kok were the most lucrative area and his main distribution channels. Now that he had lost his territory, it not only meant a significant loss of income but also a huge blow to his reputation within the triad.

"Hung Hing... Ah Wah..." Crow chewed gum, a cruel glint in his eyes. "How dare he! He dared to touch my cake! I'll skin him alive and pull out his tendons!"

"Boss, Brother Camel wants you to go to headquarters as soon as you get off the plane," the underling said cautiously.

"I know! Stop nagging!" The crow waved impatiently, climbed into a convertible Mercedes, and said, "Drive! To headquarters!"

……

That evening, at seven o'clock.

Sai Wan, a restaurant with integrity.

This restaurant holds a special place in Hong Kong's underworld. Its name, "You Guqi" (meaning "having backbone"), is derived from the idea that "one should have backbone." For decades, countless grudges, feuds, and negotiations between triads have been resolved at the round tables here.

The unwritten rule of the martial arts world: if you enter with backbone, no matter how deep the grudge, you must put away your sword first.

Tonight, the entire third floor of the restaurant has been booked out.

The area downstairs was filled with luxury cars—Mercedes-Benz, Jaguar… Dozens of brightly colored gangsters stood guard at the stairwell and in the hallway, creating a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere.

Inside the largest hall on the third floor, the "Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness".

Only a few people were sitting around a huge mahogany round table.

They came today to hold a toast.

In Hong Kong Island triads, the "He Tou Jiu" (a traditional Hong Kong custom of drinking wine) is not just a simple drinking ceremony. It is a ritual of "clarifying positions and making life and death decisions": once both parties are seated and the wine is served, seniority, rules, and right and wrong are all laid out on the table. What can be discussed is discussed on the spot, and what can be resolved is resolved on the spot.

Before the wine is even tasted, swords gleam beneath the table; once the wine enters the mouth, the rules of the martial world are set—the loser bows their head, the one who admits their mistake apologizes, and the one who accepts the debt pays it. From then on, all grudges are severed, and anyone who brings up old scores is breaking the rules of the martial world.

Drinking the first round of wine is about saving face, calming anger, and ensuring you can still walk on the same street in the future. So it doesn't rely on a loud voice, but on trust. The person who can sit at this table may not be the most ruthless, but they can definitely bear the consequences.

On the left are the people from Dongxing.

The host, Camel, sat in the main seat. He was dressed in a Tang suit, and although he was over fifty, he was still very energetic. He was holding two walnuts in his hand, and his face had a forced smile on his face.

Beside him sat Crow, who had just returned to Hong Kong and looked menacing, and Crow, the strategist of Tung Sing.

On the right are the Hung Hing people.

Jiang Tiansheng was still wearing his signature beige casual suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked refined and elegant, more like a university professor or CEO of a listed company, without any trace of the gangster aura of a mafia boss.

To his left is "White Paper Fan" Chan Yiu, and to his right is Big B from Causeway Bay.

As for Ahua, the protagonist of the incident, he was standing behind Jiang Tiansheng, his back straight and his expression neither humble nor arrogant.

After nervously serving the tea and dishes, the waiter fled as if escaping, closing the heavy door behind him.

The private room was deathly silent, except for the clicking sound of the walnuts turning in the camel's hand.

"Mr. Chiang, impressive tactics," Camel broke the silence first. He picked up his teacup, blew on the foam, and said with a forced smile, "I really didn't expect Hung Hing to be so ruthless these days. Without a word, you raided six venues across three streets overnight. What is this? A sneak attack? This doesn't seem like the style of a big triad like Hung Hing."

"Brother Camel, you flatter me," Jiang Tiansheng smiled slightly, adjusted his glasses, and said, "The rules of the underworld are that reason prevails everywhere. Everyone knows the cause and course of events last night."

"Clear my ass!" Crow slammed his fist on the table, making the bowls and chopsticks jump. "Jiang Tiansheng! Don't give me that nonsense! Your men injured over a hundred of my brothers and stole my territory, that's a fact! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll flip this table right now!"

Despite the crows' cawing, Jiang Tiansheng didn't even lift an eyelid, maintaining his calm and composed smile.

"Crow, this place has backbone. You're the junior, and Brother Camel is still here. Who gave you the right to bang on the table?" Jiang Tiansheng's words were both soft and firm, directly passing the buck to Camel.

The camel glared at the crow: "You have no manners! Sit down!"

The crow snorted and plopped back into its chair, propping its legs up on the table with an arrogant expression.

Camel turned his head and looked at Jiang Tiansheng: "Mr. Jiang, although Crow has a bad temper, his words are rough but his reasoning is sound. Ahua went too far in this matter."

"Did you pass?" Jiang Tiansheng's smile faded, and his eyes revealed the authority of a superior. "Brother Camel, your man—that is, Crow's henchman—went to our Hung Hing's bar, drugged people, beat them up, and even tried to kidnap a girl in public. And that girl is our brother's own sister."

"According to the rules of the underworld, kidnapping women is a serious crime, isn't it?" Jiang Tiansheng pointed to Ahua behind him. "Ahua is a member of the Communist Party, protecting his own territory and saving his brothers and sisters-in-law. What's wrong with that? Besides..."

Jiang Tiansheng paused, his tone becoming playful: "As far as I know, Ahua had already let that big guy go. But that big guy was dissatisfied and went back to call over a hundred men to clean up the place. In the end, he was outmatched. What do you call that? You call it bringing shame upon yourself."

"They got wrecked and they're coming back to complain? Brother Camel, when did Tung Sing become such a sore loser?"

These words are well-reasoned and supported by evidence; every word is scathing.

Camel's face turned grim. He knew, of course, that Big Guy had started the trouble first, and that Big Guy was simply outmatched. But in the underworld, sometimes reason wasn't important; face was. If he didn't get his revenge today, tomorrow all the triads in Hong Kong would laugh at Tung Sing for being a pushover.

"Mr. Chiang, Big Guy did something wrong and deserves to be punished. I can make him hold a banquet to admit his mistake, or even punish him with three cuts and six holes," Camel took a deep breath and threw out his bottom line, "but those streets in Mong Kok were built with our hard-earned money by Tung Sing, and they must be returned."

"Give it back?" Jiang Tiansheng laughed, a laugh tinged with contempt. "Brother Camel, what's done is done. Besides, the merchants in Mong Kok are very supportive of Ah Wah these days. If I give the territory back to you, wouldn't that be disheartening for them?"

"So there's no room for negotiation?" Crow jumped up again, drew a dagger from his waist, and stuck it into the steamed grouper on the turntable with a "thud." However, considering that his boss, Camel, was still there, he didn't dare to overturn the table directly.

"If you won't return the territory, then let's fight! I'll lead my men and raze Hung Hing to the ground tonight!"

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Big B and Chen Yao also stood up immediately, their hands on their waists.

"sit down."

Jiang Tiansheng said calmly, gesturing for his men to remain calm. He looked at the camel, his eyes flickering.

A full-scale war would benefit no one. Although the police have been bribed, they won't really let them get away with it. If the two major gangs go to war and cause a huge uproar, the foreigners will definitely renege on their promises.

Moreover, Lu Chen asked him to "help Ahua rise to power," not to "bring down Dongxing," so he didn't need to waste his efforts on something thankless.

"Brother Camel, we're all in this for the money, there's no need to make it a bloodbath," Jiang Tiansheng said slowly. "Since neither side is willing to back down, let's stick to the old rules."

"Tell me about it?" the camel asked, squinting.

"Let's settle this once and for all." Jiang Tiansheng placed a hand on the table. "Tomorrow night, midnight. Right here on the streets of Mong Kok. Ah Wah and Crow, have another match. Whoever wins gets the territory. The loser packs his bags and leaves, never to appear on that street again."

"Great!" Crow eagerly answered, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty excitement. "I've been wanting to meet this Ah Hua for ages! I'm going to twist his head off myself!"

"Wait a minute!" Jiang Tiansheng added, "We definitely have to fight, but we can't just fight randomly like we did last night."

"How so?" the camel asked.

"The cops are definitely watching, so we can't make too much noise," Jiang Tiansheng said, holding up one finger. "Each side brings a hundred men, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals. Not a single one more."

"One hundred people?" Crow paused for a moment, then burst into wild laughter. "Hahaha! Jiang Tiansheng, my East Star has tens of thousands of disciples, and I, Crow, alone have more than a hundred top-tier henchmen. This offer is practically handing me food!"

In Crow's view, Big Guy lost because he was too useless and led a bunch of rabble. But Crow was different. He had earned his position through hard-fought battles, and with the elite troops under the Five Tigers of East Star, gathering a hundred ruthless swordsmen was a piece of cake. This battle was a perfect example.

Camel looked at Chiang Tin-sang with some surprise. He didn't understand why Chiang Tin-sang would voluntarily limit the number of people. If it was a matter of numbers, Hung Hing wasn't afraid of Tung Sing, so why tie his own hands? It seemed that Chiang Tin-sang had been seeking a transformation recently, and probably genuinely didn't want to escalate the situation.

"What? You don't dare?" Jiang Tiansheng looked at the crow with a half-smile.

"What's there to be afraid of!" Crow patted his chest. "One hundred it is! Tomorrow night, I'll let the whole of Hong Kong see how I crippled that Ah Wah!"

"It's a deal!" Jiang Tiansheng picked up his wine glass, stood up, and said, "Brother Camel, please."

Camel gave Jiang Tiansheng a deep look. Although he felt something was wrong, he had no choice but to agree since things had come to this point.

"Alright, it's a deal. Tomorrow night, we'll each go our own way." Camel also raised his wine cup.

"bite."

The two wine glasses clinked together in mid-air.

……

Leaving the restaurant with integrity.

A cool night breeze caressed everyone's faces.

"Mr. Jiang," Ah Hua followed behind Jiang Tiansheng, asking with some doubt, "why limit it to one hundred people? Even if the number is limited, Crow will definitely pull some tricks, mobilizing the most capable Red Sticks and thugs in all of Dongxing, so..."

"Ahua, you're still too young." Jiang Tiansheng stopped and turned to look at the young man handpicked by Lu Chen, explaining patiently.

"Indeed, I don't want the cops to cause us trouble. After all, I know Crow. Although he's arrogant and conceited, he does have a group of ruthless thugs under his command. If it comes down to numbers, this battle will be a mess, many people will die, and it won't be easy to explain to the police."

"But the more important reason is that, if we're talking about elite troops..." Jiang Tiansheng patted Ahua on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "In all of Hong Kong, which other elite force can compare to Mr. Lu's 'soldiers'?"

Ahua was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

Yes!

He commands the elite Jiahe Security team led by Tian Yangyong! They are real killing machines that have seen battle and received special training!

The so-called "top thugs" of Crow are at best just thugs who like to fight, while Jiahe Security has received military-style training.

One hundred thugs against one hundred warriors?

The outcome of this battle is self-evident.

"Moreover, this is also Mr. Lu's intention," Chen Yao added from the side. "Mr. Lu said that if we're going to fight, we should make Tung Sing suffer and be terrified. We should crush their arrogance in front of everyone, honorably and openly. Only in this way can you secure your position as the Mong Kok gang leader."

Upon hearing the name "Mr. Lu," the doubt in Ahua's eyes vanished completely, replaced by absolute confidence.

"Understood."

Ah Wah clenched his fists, looked towards Mong Kok, and his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

"Tomorrow night, I will show the crow what true 'elite' really is."

Meanwhile, in the Dongxing convoy...

"Boss, are you sure you're not framing us by only bringing a hundred men?" the underling asked worriedly.

"What a load of rubbish!" Crow sat in the car, wiping the dagger in his hand, a look of disdain on his face. "We've already had our share of drinks, so I doubt Chiang Tin-sang would dare to lie about the numbers. He's just bringing the hundred best fighters in the entire Hung Hing triad. Who's afraid of who! Tomorrow I'll personally lead the team and borrow a few Red Sticks from 'Dragon Tiger' and 'Smiling Tiger's' henchmen. A hundred top-notch knife fighters—I refuse to believe we can't cut them to pieces!"

The crow grinned maliciously, as if it could already see Ahua kneeling before it, begging for mercy.

"Mong Kok is destined to remain my territory, Crow's territory!"

Both sides then departed.

A major battle over the ownership of Mong Kok has been wound up and is now in its final countdown.