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

The temporary headquarters of Jiahe Security Company, fifth-floor office.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of cigars, but this aroma could not mask the murderous intent that was almost solidifying in the room.

Apart from Tianyang En, who was far away in Rome, all six of Tianyang's brothers were present at this time.

They stood side by side in front of Lu Chen, like a silent and dangerous iron wall. Tian Yangsheng, usually the most composed man, now had a frosty expression, with two cold, ghostly flames flickering deep in his eyes.

Standing at the very end, Lao Qitian Yangyong, the most burly and hot-tempered man, was now like an enraged bull, his chest heaving violently, his nostrils flaring, and he was breathing heavily.

"Boss, give me a name."

Tianyang took a bold step forward, the floor trembling deeply. His large, calloused hands, calloused from years of handling heavy machine guns, clenched into fists, knuckles white. "No matter what gang they're from, if they dare touch your car, I'll tear them to pieces!"

"Seventh Brother!" Tian Yangsheng called out to Tian Yangyong for his rudeness, but did not stop him. He simply turned to Lu Chen and said, "Boss, we failed in our duty this time. If we don't do something, how can we face you? Since they dared to extend their claws, we have to chop them off."

These mercenaries, who crawled out of piles of corpses, valued their reputation and dignity above all else. Lu Chen was not only their boss, but also their benefactor who led them out of the mire. Now that their benefactor had been provoked, it was worse than death for them.

"Wu Rensong," Lu Chen uttered the name casually, "that real estate developer who tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead."

"So it was that sucker!" Tian Yangyong was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with even more ferocity. "He set up the scheme himself, but he was outmatched, yet he dared to resort to underhanded tactics! Boss, I'll send him down to sell tea eggs right now! I guarantee it'll be spotless, the police won't find a trace of him!"

As he spoke, Tian Yangyong turned to leave, his waist bulging, clearly indicating that he had already brought his weapons.

"stop."

Lu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Tian Yangyong abruptly stopped, his face filled with resentment, but he still abruptly halted. Turning around, he looked at Lu Chen with a wronged expression: "Boss! Shouldn't we kill this kind of trash and keep him alive for the New Year?"

"Murder is the simplest solution, but it's also the most rudimentary."

Lu Chen stood up, walked over to Tian Yangyong, and patted his rock-hard shoulder. "Yong, this is Hong Kong Island, a business society governed by the rule of law, not the jungles of South Vietnam. Although Wu Rensong is a shrewd and unscrupulous businessman, he is still a prominent figure in the business world and an honorary member of the Jockey Club. If you storm into his house and kill him tonight, the entire Hong Kong police force will go crazy tomorrow. The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, the Major Crimes Unit, and even the Special Duties Unit might be targeting us. It's not worth ruining Golden Harvest's future for such a scoundrel."

"So, are we just going to let it go like this?" Tian Yangyong asked, feeling frustrated.

"Let it go?" The smile in Lu Chen's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling coldness. "Who said we should let it go? Sometimes, killing someone is more interesting than killing them outright, because it's about destroying their spirit."

After speaking, Lu Chen turned to look at Tian Yangsheng, who had remained silent.

"Ah Sheng."

"Boss, what are your orders?" Tian Yangsheng immediately stood up straight.

Lu Chen walked to the window, looked at the deep night in the distance, and slowly said, "I remember, besides money, Wu Rensong's favorite thing in life was horse racing. Fourth Brother told me that he recently spent 20 million Hong Kong dollars to buy a thoroughbred horse from England named 'Golden Radiance'."

"Yes, boss." Fourth Brother, who was in charge of intelligence gathering, immediately replied, "This horse is his darling. It just won a race at Sha Tin Racecourse last week. The prize money is secondary; the key is that it made him look good. He values ​​this horse more than his wife. He keeps it in the private stable at his villa in Deep Water Bay and even hired two British trainers to take care of it."

"That makes things easier."

Lu Chen turned around and looked at Tian Yangsheng, his eyes as deep as a pool. "Asheng, go to Deep Water Bay tonight. I don't want Wu Rensong to die, but I want him to understand one thing when he wakes up—some people's things are untouchable; some people's sleep is not peaceful."

As he spoke, Lu Chen made a gesture.

It was a very simple gesture, but everyone present understood it.

A cruel yet excited smile finally appeared on Tian Yangsheng's cold and stern face. He licked his slightly chapped lips, and the ghostly fire in his eyes blazed brightly.

"Understood, boss."

"I'll make him have a nightmare he'll never forget."

……

Deep Water Bay, the Wu family mansion.

This is a luxurious villa built into the hillside, covering thousands of square feet and overlooking the entire southern district's sea view. Although it was already two in the morning, the villa was still brightly lit inside and out.

As a seasoned veteran in the business world, Wu Rensong was well aware of the consequences his dump truck would bring. Therefore, he spent a lot of money to hire a team of professional bodyguards from a security company in the past few days. Together with his original guards, there were a total of twenty people, with wolfhounds, patrolling around the villa 24 hours a day.

At this moment, on the large bed in the master bedroom on the second floor.

Wu Rensong was lying sprawled on the silk sheets, snoring loudly.

He was in a great mood tonight. Just now, he received another call from the middleman in charge of the "car crash," confirming that the police had classified the incident as a regular traffic accident. So, even though he had been spreading the word in the underworld that he was the one who did it, he couldn't be found legally.

In addition, his beloved horse "Golden Glory" broke a record during a trial run at the Jockey Club during the day, which made him feel as if he could see the scene of lifting the gold cup next season.

With two happy events happening, it's only natural to celebrate.

Lying beside him was a hot young woman, a recently popular third-tier actress. After five minutes of lovemaking, the woman was already fast asleep, while Wu Rensong, under the influence of alcohol, was dreaming of money and power.

Outside the villa, a light rain began to fall.

Raindrops danced in the beams of searchlights, casting a hazy veil over the heavily guarded fortress.

Several bodyguards in black suits were patrolling along the wall, leading two fierce Rottweilers.

"Everyone, stay alert! The boss instructed us that these next few days are crucial; not even a fly can be let in!" the head bodyguard hissed.

"Don't worry, boss. There are sensors on the wall and cameras in the yard. Unless it's just a mosquito, who can get in?" A young bodyguard yawned and said nonchalantly.

However, none of them noticed that in the shadow of the huge banyan tree overhead, a dark shadow slid silently by like a ghost.

Tian Yangsheng was like a bat hanging upside down in the night. His body was incredibly agile, avoiding all the infrared detectors and landing silently in a dead corner of the lawn.

That was the only blind spot in the surveillance system.

He glanced at the bodyguards smoking and chatting in the distance, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Is this what they call "professional security"?

To a top mercenary like him, who had experienced the true baptism of war, this defense was like a fence that leaked through everywhere, and the special perfume sprayed on his body rendered even the most discerning dog's nose useless.

Tian Yangsheng ignored the bodyguards; his target was clear—the luxurious private stable in the backyard of the villa.

The rain grew heavier, drowning out the already faint footsteps.

In the stable, the thoroughbred "Golden Radiance," worth twenty million, stood quietly on a haystack. Its golden-chestnut coat shimmered in the dim light, and its muscles were beautifully and smoothly defined. It was indeed a rare and exceptional steed.

Seemingly sensing some kind of danger, "Golden Radiance" snorted uneasily, pawed at the ground with its hooves, and revealed a hint of fear in its big eyes.

Tian Yangsheng emerged from the shadows, his black, tight-fitting nightsuit making him almost blend into the darkness.

He walked to the manger and gently stroked the foal's soft mane.

"What a pity."

Tian Yangsheng sighed softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it, "If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for following the wrong master."

The next second, a cold glint appeared.

It was a specially made nail gun, powerful enough to pierce bone.

Without any unnecessary movements or room for struggle, he first used a nail gun to finish off the horse, and then Tian Yangsheng pulled out a huge cleaver.

Blood gushed out the instant thunder roared, only to be quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

Tian Yangsheng handled the scene with a blank expression, his movements precise and steady, just like a surgeon performing an operation.

Ten minutes later.

The dark figure reappeared outside the main building of the villa. This time, he was carrying a heavy waterproof bag on his back.

They evaded patrols, climbed onto the balcony, and pried open the lock on the expensive bulletproof glass window.

For Tian Yangsheng, sneaking into Wu Rensong's bedroom was even easier than entering the stable. That foolish nouveau riche had actually left a crack in the window for ventilation.

The air conditioner was on full blast in the bedroom, chilling the room.

Wu Rensong was still fast asleep, completely oblivious to the impending terror, fueled by alcohol and exhaustion. The actress next to him rolled over, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Tianyangsheng is like a messenger from hell, silently approaching the bedside.

He looked at the sleeping Wu Rensong, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He gently pulled back the expensive Italian handmade silk quilt, his movements as tender as if he were caring for a baby.

Then, he untied the waterproof bag on his back.

A strong, primal, and wild smell of blood instantly filled the air conditioning.

……

early morning.

The sunlight after the rain stubbornly pierced into the dim bedroom through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

Wu Rensong was awakened by a strange feeling.

He felt sticky all over, as if he had sweated a lot or had spilled some drink. The damp, cold, and sticky sensation made him frown uncomfortably amidst his hangover headache.

"Um……"

He groaned and instinctively tried to turn over, but found that the blanket seemed unusually heavy, pressing down on his legs and making it impossible for him to move.

And that smell too.

A strong, nauseating smell of rust hit me right in the head.

"What's going on...?"

Wu Rensong opened his eyes groggily, and what came into view was a glaring scarlet stain on his hand.

Blood?

His mind instantly cleared up by half.

Where did the blood come from?

He subconsciously looked at his female companion, wondering if she had started her period or something.

But the next second, his pupils contracted sharply, his heart felt as if it had been hit hard with a sledgehammer, and he froze on the bed.

The pristine white silk bed sheet had now turned completely dark red. The thick blood, like a winding stream, had soaked through the mattress and stained his pajamas.

And at the end of the blanket, in the bulge between his legs...

With trembling hands, Wu Rensong slowly lifted the blanket as if he had been electrocuted.

"Splash..."

The blanket slipped off.

A huge, ferocious, and unseeing horse head suddenly appeared before his eyes!

That was his proud "golden radiance".

Those once bright and lively eyes were now dull and cloudy, staring intently at him as if accusing him of something. The horse's mouth was slightly open, half of its tongue dangling out, and dark red blood was gushing out from the severed neck, sticking him to the horse's head.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

A piercing scream, so intense it was almost distorted, pierced through the villa's soundproof glass, startling the birds on the branches outside and shattering the tranquility of Deep Water Bay in the early morning.

Wu Rensong stumbled backward, falling off the bed and landing in the pool of blood that had spread out. He trembled violently, his face ashen, and his crotch was instantly soaked with a mixture of incontinent urine and horse blood, emitting a suffocating stench.

"Boss! What's wrong?!"

With a bang, the bedroom door was kicked open.

The bodyguards who rushed in were stunned by what they saw, their stomachs churning.

The usually arrogant Boss Wu was now huddled in a corner, covered in blood, pointing at the grotesque horse head on the bed, making meaningless "hoarse" sounds, his eyes unfocused, clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown.

In the morning sunlight, the horse's head lay silently in the pool of blood, like a silent mockery.

It was as if a voice echoed in the room:

"Look, this is the tea you requested."