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

In the early morning in Milan, the air is filled with the aroma of freshly baked croissants and a faint smell of pigeon droppings.

On a street corner near the cathedral square, a yellow Mitsubishi L300 van, modified with a futuristic look, is parked under the shade of a tree. Its body is polished to a shine, making it stand out among the Italian Fiat cars.

"Two hot dogs! One with mustard, one with just ketchup!"

"One serving of fried noodles! A large one!"

"Okay! Coming right away!"

The food truck was incredibly popular. Thomas, on a skateboard and carrying two trays, moved like a nimble fish among the bustling crowds and outdoor tables and chairs. His signature big nose and energetic sportswear made him look like a big, energetic boy.

Excuse me! Excuse me! Watch out for the hot soup!

With a graceful stop and turn, Thomas steadily placed the plate in front of the guest, and casually exchanged a few words of banter with the blonde beauty next to him in broken Italian, eliciting a burst of giggles from her.

Inside the food truck, David, wearing an apron, wielded two spatulas with incredible speed and skill. The beef sizzled on the hot plate, releasing a fragrant aroma. Compared to Thomas's energetic and unrestrained nature, David appeared more composed and reserved, but the bulging muscles on his arms clearly indicated that he was a trained fighter.

"Hey Thomas! Stop chasing girls! We're running out of plates!" David wiped the sweat from his brow and yelled.

"I know! Stop nagging like a mother hen!" Thomas came rushing back on his skateboard, grabbing a stack of plates. "With business so good, when are we going to save enough money to replace this beat-up car with a real restaurant?"

Just as the two were busy at work, a chubby figure came running over, panting.

He sported the iconic mushroom haircut of that era, wore a slightly tight detective trench coat, and clutched a brown paper bag tightly in his hand.

Moby.

The nominal "shareholder" of this food truck is now a mediocre private investigator who dreams of solving major cases all day long, but the jobs he gets are either finding cats or catching mistresses.

"Thomas! David! Stop selling! Pack up and go!"

As soon as Mao Bi rushed over, he excitedly pounded on the car window, "Big business! A huge business opportunity has come knocking!"

David didn't even look up, continuing to stir-fry the noodles: "Last time you said it was a big deal, but you made us help an old lady catch cats. We ended up covered in fleas, and in the end we only got 10,000 lira, not even enough to cover the gas money."

"Exactly!" Thomas packed up his skateboard, leaned against the car door, and rolled his eyes. "Mobby, why don't you quit your job and come work here to wash dishes? I'll provide you with three meals a day."

"Oh dear! This time it's different!"

Mao Bi was so anxious he was stamping his feet, his face trembling. "This time it's a real big spender! They gave this much just as a deposit!"

As he spoke, he looked around and, like a thief, opened the brown paper bag in his arms, revealing a thick wad of US dollars inside.

The lush green portrait of Franklin exudes a captivating ink fragrance in the sunlight.

"hiss--"

Thomas and David both gasped in shock.

"This...this is real money?" Thomas reached out to touch it, but was slapped away by Mobi.

"It's real money, of course! Twenty thousand US dollars! And this is just the deposit!" Mao Bi said smugly, as if he had earned the money through his own abilities. "The other party said that if we take this job, each of us will get another fifty thousand US dollars after it's done! And all travel and accommodation expenses will be covered!"

"Fifty thousand US dollars per person?!"

David nearly dropped the shovel from his hand onto the metal plate.

In this day and age, $50,000 is a huge sum of money in Milan, enough for them to trade in this beat-up car for a decent storefront.

But soon, the greed in their eyes was replaced by vigilance.

"Giving so much money, this job can't be simple. Are you asking us to kill or commit arson?" David frowned. "Mobby, we may be poor, but we don't do illegal things."

"David is right." Thomas shook his head as well. "This money is too hot to handle. I'm not doing it."

"You two are so stubborn!"

Seeing that the two were about to back out, Mobi panicked. "I never said you were going to do anything bad! You're supposed to be bodyguards! A big boss needs to send someone to Rome and requires a few skilled locals. He's after the three of us because of our skills!"

"Bodyguards?" Thomas looked at him suspiciously. "The three of us?"

"Yes! All three of us have to go together, not one less. The boss specifically requested it!" Mobi started to unleash his silver tongue. "Think about it, it's a total of 170,000 US dollars! After we pull this off, we can open a real restaurant in Milan! Do you want to spend your whole lives breathing in this fumes?"

"And..." Mao Bi scratched his stomach, looking embarrassed, "I've already promised them, and I've even accepted the deposit. If we break the contract, we probably won't be able to stay in Milan anymore. That contact person... seems like a tough character."

Thomas and David exchanged a glance.

They grew up together, friends and brothers. Although they often bickered, they were always loyal to each other when it mattered. Besides, they were really short of money.

"As long as it's not something heinous..." David gritted his teeth, "Let's do it!"

"Great!" Mobi exclaimed with delight. "Quick, quick! Pack up! The big boss is waiting for us at the Four Seasons Hotel!"

……

An hour later, at the Four Seasons Hotel.

When the slightly dilapidated yellow food truck pulled up in front of the opulent hotel, the doorman's face turned green. But when he saw the chubby man jump out of the truck and flash a pre-booked VIP room key, the doorman could only respectfully let him through.

Inside the presidential suite.

Lu Chen was sitting on the sofa, holding a map of Rome in his hand, while Tian Yangsheng stood behind him like a silent statue.

"Knock knock knock".

The door opened, and Tian Yangyi led the three comical fellows in.

Thomas looked around the luxurious furnishings of the room with curiosity, while David nervously straightened his clothes. Only Moby tried to remain calm, but his darting eyes betrayed his nervousness.

Lu Chen raised his head and glanced at the three people.

This is the golden trio of Hong Kong action movies! Looking at these three familiar faces, Lu Chen felt an indescribable sense of warmth.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Lu Chen, and I am the owner of Jiahe Group."

Lu Chen didn't put on airs. Instead, he gestured for Ruan Mei to pour tea for the three of them. "I invited you here today because I heard that you are the most skilled, the quickest-witted, and trustworthy people in Milan."

"Hehe, boss, you flatter me." Mao Bi rubbed his hands together, his face full of obsequiousness. "We're just trying to make a living. I wonder what this big deal you're getting this time is...?"

"It's very simple," Lu Chen pointed to Sophia, who had been sitting silently beside him, "This is Miss Sophia. She is about to go to Rome to inherit a large fortune and a noble title."

The three of them looked in the direction Lu Chen was pointing and their eyes lit up.

Sofia wore an elegant dress today. Although she lacked the domineering presence she had on the runway, her noble and aloof temperament still left the three naive and poor boys speechless.

"So...so beautiful..." Thomas swallowed unconsciously.

"Cough cough!" David nudged him with his elbow.

"However," Lu Chen's tone shifted, becoming serious, "there's someone who doesn't want her to inherit this fortune. Her uncle, Lord Mundell, might create some 'accidents' along the way."

"Therefore, I need the three of you to act as Miss Sophia's personal bodyguards and escort her to Rome."

"Huh? A feud between wealthy families?" Mobi shrank back. "This...this sounds like a movie plot. Will there be a gunfight?"

"I can't rule out that possibility," Lu Chen said frankly. "That's why I came to you. As long as you get her safely to the Lubers Estate in Rome and protect her for three days, the remaining $50,000 will be paid immediately. If she gets injured along the way, you'll get an extra $100,000 as a stipend."

Upon hearing "one hundred thousand US dollars," the three men's eyes hardened once more.

"Let's do it!" Mao Bi was the first to agree, his eyes gleaming with greed. "A few hitmen? What haven't the three of us brothers seen? We'll take the job!"

Thomas and David exchanged a glance and gritted their teeth.

"Alright! For money... no, for justice, to protect this beautiful lady, we'll do it!" Thomas said righteously.

"Very good." Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction. "Don't worry, I'll arrange another team to follow secretly. If there's any trouble you can't handle, just call A-Yi..."

In his plan, they would serve as "open targets" to draw fire from Mundell's side.

The real killer move was that he himself led the Seven Sons of Heaven to sneak in from the shadows.

【Ding--】

[Key plot character detected: Thomas]

[Checking in at the movie "Wheels on Meals"]

[Check-in successful!]

[Reward: +1 Free Attribute Point]

Listening to the pleasant notification sound in his mind, Lu Chen looked at the three comically adorable characters in front of him and was in a great mood.

"Go and get ready." Lu Chen waved his hand. "We're leaving in two days. As for this food truck... we'll leave it at the hotel for now. I've arranged better transportation for you."

……

Two days later, at Milaninate Private Airport.

A Gulfstream business jet bearing the Lubbers family crest is parked on the runway.

Sofia was dressed in a black business suit, with a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, looking like a queen about to tour her territory.

Beside her, Thomas, David, and Mauby had changed into matching black suits and were wearing headsets. They stood tall and looked quite respectable, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that their suits were a bit tight and their eyes were wandering around, indicating that they were not yet fully accustomed to this high-end occasion.

"Miss Sophia, please." Butler Giovanni stood respectfully at the boarding gate.

Sofia turned around and glanced at Lu Chen, who was seeing her off in the distance.

Even through her sunglasses, Lu Chen could feel the reluctance and dependence in her eyes.

Lu Chen smiled and nodded, making a "go with peace of mind" gesture.

Sofia took a deep breath, turned around, and boarded the plane. Thomas and the other two quickly followed, waving goodbye to Lu Chen before leaving, looking like elementary school students going on a school field trip.

As the plane roared down the runway and soared into the sky, Lu Chen's smile gradually faded, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

"Boss," Tian Yangsheng appeared silently behind Lu Chen, his voice low, "There were two suspicious people at the airport who were secretly taking pictures of Miss Sophia. They must be Mondale's informants."

"very good."

Lu Chen turned around and straightened the collar of his trench coat.

"Have you bought the tickets?"

"We've bought Mr. Lu's things," Ruan Mei replied from the side. "The express train to Rome departs from Milan Central Station in half an hour. Sister En and Brother Yong have already split up and sneaked into the station."

"Let's go."

Lu Chen strode towards an inconspicuous taxi parked by the roadside.

"This Roman holiday is destined to be exciting if it involves some bloodshed."

Ruan Mei followed behind, carrying a small suitcase. Although she was a little nervous, she gritted her teeth and quickly followed Lu Chen's broad back.

A game of inheritance, power, and revenge officially begins as the train accelerates.