Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 68: Provoking Chen Haonan

Saigon, Fisherman's Wharf.

After being kicked out of Hung Hing, Chan Ho-nam and Little Stutterer settled here and opened a bar.

Business is better than nothing, anyway.

"Anan, bear with it." Little Stutterer complained in a low voice as she wiped the medicinal wine off Chen Haonan with a look of heartache. "They're all fellow disciples, yet they're so ruthless. They clearly want to kill you. Anan, I have a cousin in Singapore. Why don't we go to Singapore?"

"Singapore?" Chan Ho-nam's voice was hoarse, sounding like laughter, yet also like self-mockery. "What would I do in Singapore? I, Chan Ho-nam, was born in Hong Kong, grew up in Tsz Wan Shan, and followed Brother B all the way to the top. Now you want me to run away like a stray dog?"

He grabbed a half-empty bottle of beer from the table, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. The foam dripped down his chin, mixing with the medicinal liquor, and burned his mouth.

"But Ah Nan..." The little stutterer's eyes reddened, "Liang Kun is powerful now, he's clearly trying to kill you. Today at the funeral hall, if it weren't for that rising star Song Zhaowen, you..."

Just then, the bar's slightly ajar door was pushed open.

Wu Zhaoyong's tall figure peeked in first, looked around, and then stepped aside. Song Zhaowen, dressed in casual clothes, entered unhurriedly with Xiao Zhuoxiao.

"Ah Wen?!" Chan Ho-nam turned his head, looking surprised. He was about to stand up and greet him, but the pain from his injuries made him fall back down.

"Let me do it." Song Zhaowen took the medicated oil from the stutterer and skillfully massaged Chen Haonan's back to improve blood circulation.

As the saying goes, medicine and martial arts are inseparable. Since they both came from the same martial arts school, Song Zhaowen knew this technique of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Half an hour later, Chan Ho-nam let out a long sigh, his spirits clearly much better. He then put on his shirt and thanked Song Zhaowen repeatedly.

"Borrowing troops from Macau once, then at the funeral, and now this time; Ah Wen, I owe you more and more favors," Chan Ho-nam said with a wry smile, then took out a case of beer from the refrigerator and shared it with the others.

Song Zhaowen and Chen Haonan smacked each other, and Song Zhaowen downed his drink in one gulp: "We're friends, no need to be so formal; by the way, I just heard your girlfriend say that you're planning to go to Singapore."

The stutterer interjected, "Yes...yes...yes, Hao Nan and I were planning to fly over there."

Chan Ho-nam shook his head: "Shut up, what right do you have to speak for a man!" After reprimanding the stutterer, he said to Song Zhaowen: "This is just a preliminary plan, I haven't thought it through yet."

"Are you really going to give up on getting revenge on Brother B like this?"

Chan Ho-nam's fingers tightened around the beer bottle, his knuckles turning white, the glass making a soft clicking sound. He lowered his head, stray hairs obscuring his eyes, but his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out between clenched teeth: "Give up? How could I possibly give up! Brother B treated me like a son; I, Chan Ho-nam, will avenge this, even if it means my death!"

He raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed, filled with surging hatred and helplessness: "But... how can I take revenge? What am I now? A cripple kicked out of Hung Hing! And I don't even know who laid a hand on Brother B, who am I supposed to seek revenge on?"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and suddenly slammed the beer bottle to the ground! With a loud "bang," glass shards and beer splashed everywhere.

Little Stutterer shuddered in fright. Da Tian Er, Bao Pi, and Chao Pi also lowered their heads in silence, their faces filled with resentment and frustration.

As if struck by a sudden thought, Chan Ho-nam abruptly raised his head and grabbed Sung Siu-man's arms with both hands: "Sung Siu-man, your tone just now was off. Do you know who the murderer is? Quick! Tell me~"

Song Zhaowen glanced at Chen Haonan, whose eyes were bloodshot: "I have something to show you, but I hope you won't get too excited after you see it."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling Xiao Zhuoxiao to hand over a file folder.

Song Zhaowen spent some money, and it was still Meng Bo~

Police investigation files regarding Big B's incident.

And the materials that Big B secretly mailed to Song Zhaowen before his death, materials that brought him to the brink of death.

Song Zhaowen didn't tell Chen Jiaqi the truth. Big B did give him those materials, and it wasn't intentional concealment. Song Zhaowen kept these materials for himself, naturally with his own purpose.

Chan Ho-nam snatched the bulging file folder almost as if he were grabbing it, his fingers trembling slightly from the force. He roughly tore open the seal, and the documents and photos inside scattered onto the greasy bar counter.

Under the dim yellow light, the black-and-white or color images were particularly glaring.

Da Tian Er, Shuang Pi, and the others all stepped forward.

First came the police's on-site photos and preliminary report. The horrifying bloodstains inside the fishing boat's hold, the scattered syringes, and the forensic description of the body—multiple fractures, ruptured internal organs, high-purity heroin detected in the body, and prolonged inhuman torture before death… Every word was like a red-hot iron branding itself onto Chen Haonan's heart. He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks bulging sharply.

Next came the information Meng Bo had gathered, more detailed and darker. It included many secretly taken photos, some blurry, but the people were identifiable. One photo, taken through a crack in the sliding door of a private room in a Japanese restaurant, showed Liang Kun raising a glass with a short, stocky man in a kimono with a mustache. Next to them sat a man with a buzz cut and a blank expression, a menacing scar on his left cheek. On the back of the photo, scrawled in ballpoint pen, were the words: Liang Kun, former Aoko of the Tojo Clan, assassin Onizuka.

Another stack of documents consisted of photocopies of transfer records from several accounts, involving huge sums of money. The recipients were shell companies overseas, but the remittance notes repeatedly contained cryptic terms such as "goods," "samples," and "cleaning fees." There were also several screenshots of communication records. Although the numbers were redacted, the timestamps all fell after Liang Kun met with Yuan Qingnan, and... the crucial period before and after Da B's disappearance.

Finally, there are a few candid photos of the dock, dated recently. An old cargo ship flying the Panamanian flag is docked at a secluded berth at Kwai Chung Wharf. Several men in overalls, but whose behavior clearly doesn't resemble that of workers, are unloading cargo. The unloaded wooden crates are quickly loaded into several unlicensed container trucks. At the edge of the photos, a blurry figure stands in the shadows. Although the face is unclear, the distinctive short, stocky build and profile bear a striking resemblance to the man in the kimono in the previous photos.

"Brother Kun... East City Gang... Yuan Qingnan... Guizuka..." Chan Ho-nam stared intently at the photos and names, each word seeming to be ground out from between his teeth, carrying a bloody stench. He seemed to be hallucinating—Brother B being pinned down in the filthy cabin by these people, injected with drugs, punched and kicked, and finally disposed of like garbage.

"ah--!!!"

A beast-like growl burst from Chen Haonan's throat. He swept his arm, knocking everything on the bar counter—bottles, glasses, documents, photos—to the ground! The crashing sound of shattering echoed in the small bar.

No one stepped forward to stop him. The anger and hatred that had been suppressed for too long had to be released, otherwise he would go crazy.