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

Kowloon Walled City, Tornado Barber Shop.

As the black Rolls-Royce slowly drove away from this lawless area, the wooden door was pushed open again, and two figures rushed in.

Walking in front was Di Qiu. This usually well-groomed and impeccably dressed landlord of the walled city was now disheveled, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and his breathing was rapid, like that of a drowning man.

Following behind him was Tiger, the leader of the Jia Shi Tang gang. As a friend of both of them, he had also received the news and made a special trip over.

"Brother Long! Is the stuff here?"

As soon as Di Qiu entered the room, before he could even exchange pleasantries, his gaze was fixed on the silver metal insulated box on the coffee table.

Tornado didn't say anything, but silently took a drag of his cigarette and then gestured with his chin toward the box.

Di Qiu's hands trembled as he walked over step by step; those few meters felt like an eternity to him.

When his hand touched the cold lid of the box, he shuddered violently.

"Click".

The lid of the box was opened.

The white chill dissipated, revealing Lei Zhendong's head, which was already stiff but still retained a terrified expression.

"Well……"

Di Qiu let out a whimper, like that of a dying wild beast.

Even after all these years, even though that face has aged and become deformed, he still recognized it at a glance. This was the man who ordered the killing of his wife and children, ruined his life, and caused him to wake up from nightmares countless nights.

"Lei Zhendong... Lei Zhendong!!"

Di Qiu suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He lunged forward, ignoring the bone-chilling cold, clutching the severed head tightly, tears, snot, and saliva streaming down his face.

"You've finally gotten what you deserve! You've finally gotten what you deserve!!"

"Wife...Zizai...did you see that? I avenged you! I avenged you!"

This powerful figure who once held sway in the walled city was now crying like a helpless child.

Tiger, watching this scene, couldn't help but sigh. He walked over, patted Tornado on the shoulder, and murmured, "The distillery... truly a force to be reckoned with."

"Yes," Tornado said, looking at the narrow strip of sky outside the window with a deep gaze, "In less than a week, they crossed the sea to Taiwan to take the head of a general and escaped unscathed. Such methods, such strength... Hong Kong is probably unmatched now."

a long time.

After venting his emotions, Di Qiu finally calmed down. He wiped away his tears and bowed deeply to the tornado and to the direction of the departing figure.

"Brother Long, thank you. I, Di Qiu, will repay this kindness from you and the distillery, even if it means working like a slave for the rest of my life."

As Lei Zhendong's head fell to the ground, the resentment that had been building up in Di Qiu's heart for more than a decade finally dissipated.

Tornado chuckled and patted Di Qiu's arm: "We're all brothers, don't say things like that."

……

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Just as old grudges were being settled in the walled city, at Luo Jun Boxing Gym...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of impact echoed incessantly.

Thirty shirtless, sweating profusely, young men were undergoing brutal physical and combat training. They were all "rough gems" that Wu Ying had dug out from various low-level corners of society, at Ahua's request.

They were either students at the sports field, laborers at the docks, or helpers at food stalls. Although they lacked fighting skills, they were physically strong and had a fierce desire to make a name for themselves.

Ahua, wearing a black vest and holding a bottle of ice water, stood by the second-floor railing, coldly surveying the training ground below.

"Brother Hua, how are these kids? I ran my legs off to find them all!"

A fly squatted nearby, a toothpick dangling from its mouth, looking like it was asking for credit.

"They're alright, all good prospects."

Ahua nodded, his gaze suddenly settling on a ring in the corner.

Live-fire drills are underway there.

A lean, shrewd-looking young man was being brutally beaten by an opponent a size larger than him. The opponent's fists rained down on his face and body, quickly leaving him bruised and swollen, with blood trickling from his mouth.

"Admit defeat! Admit defeat now!" the opponent roared.

But the lean young man remained silent; there was no fear in his eyes, only a chilling madness.

Sudden.

Taking advantage of his opponent's momentary pause to breathe, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit down hard on his opponent's ear. At the same time, his body twisted like a slippery eel, risking having his arm dislocated, in an attempt to break free.

"ah!!"

The opponent screamed and let go.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the lean young man flipped himself up, grabbed a tin bucket next to him, and smashed it hard on his opponent's head with a loud bang, regardless of whether there was still water inside.

Not finished yet.

He straddled his already unconscious opponent, holding the bucket with both hands, ready to smash it down again.

"stop!"

Chen Luojun rushed forward and grabbed his wrist.

The young man turned his head, his eyes fierce like those of a hungry wolf, until he saw that it was the owner of the hall, Chen Luojun, and the red light in his eyes slowly faded.

"That's interesting."

Ahua's eyes lit up on the second floor. He put down his water bottle, flipped over the railing, and landed on the edge of the ring.

He walked up to the young man, looking at his blood-stained face and those stubborn eyes.

"What's your name?" Ahua asked.

The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spat out a blood-stained tooth, and said in a hoarse voice:

"airplane."

Airplane, the ruthless character in the movie "Election" who dared to chew up even a spoon and swallow it whole.

In this world, he hadn't yet joined Wo Shing, but was discovered by Flies while fighting on the field.

"Ruthless enough, insane enough."

Ahua patted him on the shoulder, took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket—a full ten thousand yuan—and slapped it directly onto his chest.

"This ten thousand yuan is yours."

The entire arena fell silent instantly. Everyone who was training stopped what they were doing and looked at the plane with envy.

"From today onwards, you are the squad leader of this team," Ahua said, looking around in a booming voice. "In my gang, as long as you have the ability and are ruthless enough, I, Ahua, will never be stingy with money, women, or status!"

Holding the ten thousand yuan, a flicker of emotion appeared in his sinister eyes for the first time. He looked at Ahua and nodded emphatically, "Thank you, Brother Hua!"

After recruiting this group of subordinates, Ahua did not rush to take action.

He was like a patient hunter, continuing to recruit and train his troops while sending spies to keep an eye on Tung Sing's every move in Mong Kok.

He is waiting.

We are waiting for a legitimate opportunity, an opportunity to eradicate the malignant tumor that is Tung Sing.

Finally, one evening three days later, the opportunity came.

……

three days later.

Dundas Street, Mong Kok.

As night falls, the lights are on.

The once dilapidated "Night Paris" has been completely transformed. On the huge neon sign, three bold, cursive characters shine brightly in the night: "[Hero Bar]".

This is Ah Wah's base camp, and also the first flag he planted in Mong Kok.

Inside the bar, deafening heavy metal rock music filled the air, and a chaotic dance floor teemed with people. The air was thick with the smells of alcohol, cigarettes, and hormones.

Although it has only been open for a short time, the business here is booming because of Ahua's rules - never sell fake alcohol and no powder in the store, plus the exquisite decoration and the beautiful girls.

At this moment, Ahua was wearing a dark blue suit with the collar open, and was slowly drinking a glass of whiskey.

Flies flitted around the venue like butterflies, beckoning to customers and occasionally flirting with a few scantily clad young women.

The young man called "Airplane" was dressed in a black security guard uniform and led several burly henchmen. He stood like nails in several key corners of the venue, coldly scanning everyone who came in and out.

In a dimly lit corner of the bar, a young woman in a black leather motorcycle jacket was curled up alone in a booth, drinking in silence. The dim light shone on her neat, short hair, outlining a touch of untamed aloofness. She had a classic oval face, with delicate yet well-defined features, especially her large, slightly upturned eyes, which, though showing signs of drunkenness and grievance, still couldn't hide the stubbornness in her bones.

She gripped the wine glass tightly in her hand, biting her lower lip lightly with her pearly teeth, as if she were sulking with someone, exuding a thorny rose scent that said "keep away."

Just then, several burly men wearing floral shirts and reeking of alcohol staggered over.

The leader had long hair, an earring, and a lewd look in his eyes.

He is Big Guy, the top confidant of Crow, the "Tiger Down the Mountain" of Tung Sing.

With the crows gone lately, Big Guy has been taking advantage of the situation, leading his henchmen to bully lone women in the area.

"Hey little sister, all alone?" The big guy plopped down opposite the girl, his beady eyes blatantly scanning her over. "Are you lonely? Want me to have a drink with you?"

"No need, I'm waiting for someone," the girl said warily, shrinking her shoulders as she tried to get up and leave. "Excuse me, could you please move aside?"

"Don't go!"

The big guy grabbed her shoulder and gave a wink to his underling.

The younger brother understood immediately and, while the girl was struggling, secretly dropped a white pill into her cocktail.

The pill dissolves immediately upon contact with water.

"Here, drink this, and I'll let you go." The big guy picked up the spiked cocktail and forced it to the girl's lips.

However, this girl was no innocent student; she had already caught a glimpse of the younger man's actions out of the corner of her eye.

"I won't drink it! Get out of my way!"

The girl suddenly waved her hand.

"Snapped!"

The glass was knocked over, and the cocktail was splashed all over Big Guy's face.

"Grass!"

The big guy wiped the wine off his face, and the smile he had been using to feign was instantly gone, revealing his hideous true face.

"You bitch! You don't know what's good for you, do you?"

He suddenly stood up, grabbed the girl's hair, and slapped her across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap was particularly jarring in the noisy bar. Five red finger marks instantly appeared on the girl's fair face.

"Stop pretending to be innocent! I'm going to have you tonight!" the big guy roared, dragging the girl towards the door. "Take her away!"

The surrounding guests, seeing this, were all frightened and moved away.

Big Brother Dongxing was infamous in the area, and no one dared to cross him.

The girl struggled desperately, crying for help, but her frail strength was no match for several burly men. Despair instantly overwhelmed her.

Just as she was about to be dragged out of the booth.

A long, powerful hand, like an iron clamp, firmly grasped the big man's wrist in mid-air.

"You dare mess with my guests on my turf?"

A deep, cold, yet slightly mocking voice rang in Big Guy's ear.

"Big guy, you're so impressive!"