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

Midnight.

Dundas Street, Mong Kok.

The night sky was exceptionally gloomy tonight, with thick, dark clouds obscuring the moonlight, seemingly foreshadowing an approaching storm. The entire street had been cleared out; the usually bustling night market stalls were nowhere to be seen, and the iron gates of the shops on both sides were tightly shut.

A suffocating sense of desolation filled the air, making even the hum of the streetlights seem particularly jarring.

At the south end of the street, in front of the Hero Bar.

Wearing a black stab-proof vest and carrying a specially made machete, Ahua stood at the forefront like an iron tower.

Behind him, a hundred thugs stood in neat rows, like a black tide, silent and oppressive.

These one hundred people, though of diverse backgrounds, possess terrifying combat power.

The core group of sixty men, dressed in matching black tactical overalls and tight-fitting T-shirts, had expressionless faces. They were the elite troops that Lu Chen had transferred from the Jiahe Security Base. Although the Seven Sons of Heavenly Mandate did not show themselves to avoid suspicion, these men were "wolf soldiers" personally trained by them, each one having crawled out of countless grueling training sessions.

The other thirty men, dressed in black vests and sweatpants, were Ahua's original trusted henchmen. After their previous resounding victory, coupled with the huge bonus Ahua had given them, these former street thugs were now bursting with morale, their eyes gleaming with a thirst for money and status. The leader, Airplane, was carrying two short-handled axes, grinding his teeth like a hyperactive child, his eyes as fierce as a mad dog.

The remaining ten people, however, have a rather peculiar style.

They were wearing brightly colored shirts, their hair was messy, but each of them had a weapon tucked into their belt.

"Pooh!"

The leader, a long-haired man, spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, scratched his messy, bird's-nest-like hair, and then smelled his fingers.

It was Dafei.

"Damn it, why hasn't that bastard named Crow shown up yet?"

Dafei, cursing, walked over to Ahua, slung a watermelon knife over his shoulder, and shouted, "My knife is itching for a fight! If he dares to touch my sister, I'll chop him into mincemeat tonight, or I'm not Dafei!"

Although Dafei is only a minor leader now, when he heard that Ahua was going to have a showdown with Dongxing, he immediately borrowed nine of his most capable and trusted men from his boss. This was not only to settle a personal score, but also to repay Ahua's favor.

"Don't rush."

Ahua glanced at his watch; the second hand had just crossed twelve. "It's here."

"Boom—!!!"

At the north end of the street, a burst of intense engine roar tore through the night sky.

A dozen jeeps and vans roared in and screeched to a halt in the middle of the street. The doors opened, and a hundred burly men dressed in Dongxing uniforms with red ribbons tied around their arms jumped out.

The leader, with dark gold hair resembling the Eight Gods, was shirtless, revealing bronze muscles and a ferocious tiger tattoo all over his body. He chewed gum and dragged a long-handled machete in his hand, the tip of which drew a string of dazzling sparks on the asphalt road.

Dongxing, crow.

Behind him were not only his own confidants, but also the two other tigers of the East Star gang—"Dragon-Catching Tiger" and "Smiling Tiger"—who lent him their double-flowered red sticks and top-notch henchmen. These men were all burly and thick-shouldered, with menacing faces, clearly seasoned and desperate criminals.

"Oh, quite a group." The crow stopped about twenty meters away from Ahua, spat out its chewing gum, and glanced at the other side with an extremely contemptuous look.

Crow pointed at Da Fei and his men, laughing maniacally, "What? That beggar in the floral shirt is also one of your reinforcements? Has Hung Hing run out of manpower? They even sent out this kind of trash?"

"Damn it! Who are you calling a beggar?!" Dafei instantly bristled, pointing at Crow's nose and yelling, "You androgynous, dead transvestite! Dressed like a stripper, what are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty! Believe me or not, I'll cut your thing off and soak it in alcohol!"

"You're asking for it!" Crow couldn't argue with Big Fly, so his face darkened and his eyes revealed murderous intent.

"Enough nonsense." Ah Wah stepped forward, slowly raising his machete, the blade pointing directly at Crow. "If you win, Mong Kok is yours. If you lose, go back to the countryside of Yuen Long and play in the mud."

"Good! That's arrogant enough!" Crow grinned maliciously, then suddenly waved his hand. "Brothers! Kill them! Whoever cuts off Ahua's head, I'll reward him with 100,000!"

"kill!!!"

At this command, the hundred elite soldiers of Dongxing charged forward like wild beasts released from their cages, howling as they went.

"Attack!" Ahua roared, leading his team to the front.

Two black torrents collided violently in the very center of Dundas Street.

In an instant, shouts of killing, screams, and the clanging of metal filled the sky, but this was not a one-sided massacre like last time.

After all, Tung Sing came prepared this time. The dozens of Red Sticks and Gold Medal Thugs that Crow borrowed were indeed quite capable. Unlike ordinary thugs who would scatter after a charge, they worked in groups of three or five, with excellent teamwork and ruthless attacks.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Although Jiahe's elite men were well-trained and had perfect tactical coordination, using batons specifically to target joints, they were still locked in a stalemate against this group of tough, reckless thugs wielding machetes and hacking at each other without regard for their own safety.

Just as a member of the Golden Harvest gang broke the wrist of a Tung Sing henchman with a baton, two Tung Sing knife-wielders immediately attacked. Although he was wearing a stab-proof vest, the force of the impact still caused him to stagger backward.

"Damn it! These bastards are tough!"

Dafei, wielding two watermelon knives, weaved through the crowd. Though he looked disheveled, he was incredibly agile, targeting people's groin and lower body, drawing curses wherever he went.

Meanwhile, the planes were even more enraged.

He was like a madman, his short-handled axe completely unguarded, letting the opponent's knife slash at his back (luckily, he had the protective gear provided by Ahua), he just kept attacking.

"puff!"

An axe cleaved into the shoulder of a member of the Eastern Star gang, splattering blood. The plane grinned maliciously, opening its mouth to bite the man's throat, which terrified the gang member so much that he dropped his knife and turned to run.

Although Ahua's side still held the upper hand, as the individual skills of Jiahe's elite soldiers were indeed superior, and Dongxing's men were falling one after another. However, the rate at which they fell was too slow.

Ten minutes have passed.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate. Although twenty or thirty members of the Dongxing group had fallen, the remaining members continued to fight to the death.

Ahua forced back two Dongxing thugs with a single slash, his brow furrowed.

This can't go on.

This is the streets of Mong Kok. Although the police have been paid, if the fight goes on for too long, makes too much noise, and causes someone to die, it will be difficult to explain to both the police and Mr. Luk.

More importantly, if he were to lead sixty of Jiahe's top elites and fight a fierce battle with these scoundrels, what would Mr. Lu think of him?

inability!

These two words lashed at Ahua's heart like a whip.

He has to win, and he has to win beautifully and quickly!

Then beheading is the only option!

Ahua's gaze pierced through the chaotic crowd and locked onto the crows that were wreaking havoc not far away.

At this moment, Crow was like a mad tiger. Relying on his tall stature and immense strength, he wielded his long-handled cleaver with impenetrable force. Two elite soldiers from Jiahe attacked him, yet they were forced to retreat steadily, with one of them even suffering an arm injury.

"Hahahaha! Is that all you've got?!" The crow laughed wildly, kicking one person away. "Come on! Come and die!"

"crow!"

A loud shout drowned out the chaos of the battlefield.

Ahua pushed aside the enemy blocking his way, strode to the open space in the center of the battlefield, and pointed his knife at the crow.

"Didn't you want to use my head as a chamber pot?" Ahua's eyes burned with fighting spirit, his voice icy cold. "I'm right here! Come and fight me one-on-one if you dare!!"

This shout caused the fighting around them to pause slightly.

The crow stopped what it was doing, turned its head, and looked at Ahua.

"A one-on-one fight?" The crow licked the blood splattered from its beak, its eyes filled with mockery and cruelty. "Fine. Since you're in such a hurry to reincarnate, I'll grant your wish!"

Crow was an extremely arrogant man. In his eyes, Ah Wah was nothing more than a spineless coward who only succeeded in his sneak attack because of Hung Hing. In a one-on-one fight, who had this "tiger descending the mountain" ever feared?

Crow pushed aside his henchmen, dragged his long sword, and strode toward Ahua.

"The boss wants a one-on-one fight! Everyone get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Seeing this, the henchmen around him tacitly cleared a five-meter square space.

"Come!"

Without a word, Crow used the momentum of his run-up to leap high into the air, and with the power of his waist and abdomen, he swung his long sword down fiercely towards Ahua's head with a whistling sound!

Split Mount Hua in two!

This strike was powerful and heavy; if it landed squarely, it could definitely break a person's bones.

Ahua's eyes narrowed. Instead of taking the blow head-on, he slid to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"Bang!"

The machete struck the asphalt road, sparks flying, leaving a deep white mark.

"Run? Let's see where you can run!"

The crow missed its first attack, then retaliated with a sweeping strike.

Ahua raised his machete to parry.

"clang!"

The immense force sent Ahua's arms numbing, and he slid two meters backward.

"Hahaha! You spineless coward!"

Crow pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of attacks like a storm. His swordsmanship was expansive and powerful, but not reckless; he also occasionally incorporated insidious groin kicks.

Ahua is on the defensive and looks to be in a precarious situation.

Seeing this, the surrounding Dongxing underlings cheered loudly, their morale soaring.

"Brother Hua!" Feiji and Dafei watched anxiously from the side, wanting to rush over to help, but were stopped by a look from Ahua.

Ahua was waiting; he was waiting for the moment when the crow was exhausted, and he was also waiting for an opening.

Thirty moves have passed.

Although the crows attacked fiercely, their breathing was beginning to become erratic.

It's now!

Ahua suddenly deliberately created an opening, slipped, and seemed to lose his balance.

"Go to hell!"

The crow's eyes lit up, thinking his chance had come. He roared, gripped the knife with both hands, and slashed at Ahua's neck with all his might.

However, just as the blade was about to strike...

Ahua's eyes suddenly became incredibly calm. Instead of retreating, he advanced to meet the machete head-on!

"Pfft!"

The sharp machete slashed deeply into Ahua's left arm, and blood gushed out instantly, the wound so deep that bone was visible!

The audience gasped!

"Brother Hua!!" Da Fei's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

However, this was exactly what Ahua wanted: to gain the opportunity to get close to the crows by inflicting a wound.

Just as the crow's old strength was exhausted and its new strength had not yet arisen, Ahua, enduring excruciating pain, lunged forward. His right hand, gripping the machete tightly, thrust it out like a viper's tongue.

"you……"

The crow's pupils suddenly contracted.

He never expected that Ahua would dare to use such a risky fighting style!

He wanted to sheathe his sword and defend himself, but it was too late.

"Pfft!"

A chilling thud.

Ahua's machete pierced the crow's abdomen with precision and ruthlessness.

"Ugh... Ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream burst from the crow's throat.

The excruciating pain caused his body to convulse, and his arrogant strength vanished instantly.

Ahua kicked Crow in the chest and pulled out the knife.

"puff--"

Blood flowed from the crow's abdomen, and it seemed as if his intestines could be seen through the wound.

The once arrogant "Tiger Descending the Mountain" was now clutching his stomach, staggering backward, his face ashen, and the madness in his eyes instantly turned into fear of death.

"Help...help me..."

Looking into Ahua's emotionless eyes, he felt a fear of death for the first time.

He doesn't want to die.

He just got back from the Netherlands; he still has a lot of money to spend and a lot of women to play with.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Take me to the hospital!" He clutched his stomach, turned and ran, ignoring his underlings.

This scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of the Dongxing group.

Their war god, their leader, was actually defeated? And even beaten so badly that he fled like a stray dog?

"The crow has lost!"

"Run!"

The army was defeated like a mountain.

The elite Dongxing soldiers, who had been struggling to hold on, collapsed instantly. They dropped their weapons, helped their wounded comrades, and scrambled to get into the vehicle.

"Trying to run away?!"

Ahua, clutching his bleeding left arm, was pale but filled with murderous intent. He raised his bloodstained longsword and roared, "Kill them all! Don't let a single one escape!!"

"kill!!!"

The elite troops of Jiahe, the wolf pack of the planes, and Dafei's henchmen were at their peak morale. They chased after the fleeing Dongxing members like a drowning dog, hacking and slashing their way through the enemy lines.

They chased him for three blocks.

The battle only ended when Tung Sing's convoy fled Mong Kok in disarray.

Dundas Street was littered with bloodstains and broken weapons.

Ah-Hua stood in the middle of the street, letting his underlings bandage his wounds. He looked in the direction Tung-Sing had fled and let out a long sigh.

"We won..."

Dafei walked over, looked at Ahua's deep, bone-revealing wound, gave him a thumbs up, and said with admiration in his eyes, "Brother Hua, you're fucking ruthless! I, Dafei, am impressed!"

Ahua smiled; though his face was pale, his eyes were brighter than ever before.

The neon signs shimmered red in the night, reflecting on the faces of every victor.