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

Chapter 127 An Unforgettable Night

Chapter 127 An Unforgettable Night

The executioners picked up their daggers and walked behind the two men.

The first cut was made by stabbing below the back of the shoulder blade, with the tip of the blade protruding through the chest, and then pulling it out—one cut, two holes.

"Ugh—!" Big Guang let out a pig-like scream, and blood instantly stained his back and chest.

Li Tianyi groaned, veins bulging on his forehead. He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out, but his instantly pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead showed that he was enduring great pain.

The second cut was made from the side and back of the waist, piercing through the body and exiting from the other side of the waist.

Big Hiro could no longer make a sound; only a gurgling sound came from his throat, his eyes rolled back, and he was almost unconscious.

Li Tianyi swayed violently and almost fell over. He suddenly opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Song Zhaowen in front of him, and hissed, "Song—Song Zhaowen! The victor is king and the loser is villain, I accept it, but don't let your family suffer."

I, Li Tianyi, will take full responsibility for my actions. I beg you—please spare my mother and my younger brother!

Song Zhaowen remained silent, simply watching him with deep, unfathomable eyes that revealed nothing of his thoughts.

The third and final cut was made by stabbing into the back of the thigh, piercing through the thigh, and exiting from the front.

Three cuts and six holes, the operation is complete.

Big Guang was lying on the ground like a lump of mud, with a large pool of blood beneath him. He was only breathing out, not in.

Li Tianyi also collapsed, blood gushing from the three through wounds on his body, staining the blue bricks beneath him. He gasped for breath, his eyes beginning to glaze over, but he still stubbornly stared at Song Zhaowen, repeating with his last breath: "The calamity—will not—reach—his—family—."

Uncle Yuan waved his hand after the execution was completed. The executioners stepped forward and checked on the two men.

"Uncle Yuan, Brother Wen, Da Zhi Guang is already dead. Li Tian Yi—he'll be there soon too."

Uncle Yuan nodded and looked at Song Zhaowen: "Awen, you're the boss, so you decide how things are handled in the end."

All eyes were once again focused on Song Zhaowen.

Song Zhaowen then took the cigar he had been holding and played with it between his fingers. He slowly walked up to Li Tianyi and squatted down.

Li Tianyi's unfocused gaze struggled to focus on his face, carrying a final plea.

Song Zhaowen looked at him and spoke softly, his voice not loud, but loud enough for those nearby to hear: "Ah Yi, you've been in the underworld for so many years, haven't you ever heard this saying?"

He leaned closer, almost touching Li Tianyi's ear, and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, each word chillingly cold: "Cut the weeds, nip them in the bud."

Li Tianyi's pupils suddenly dilated, and the last bit of light inside was instantly swallowed up by boundless fear and despair!

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only blood foam came out.

Song Zhaowen stood up and said calmly to Xiao Zhuoxiao (who had just returned from Kwun Tong), "Xiao, you know how to handle Li Tianyi and Da Zhiguang's families. Do it cleanly and don't leave any loose ends."

"Yes, Brother Wen." Xiao Zhuoxiao pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses completely indifferent.

Upon hearing these words, Li Tianyi let out a strange "hoarse" sound, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last. Even in death, his eyes remained wide open, filled with resentment, bitterness, and—endless regret.

Song Zhaowen stopped looking at the corpse on the ground, turned around and walked to the head of the hall, where he sat down in the grand chair next to Uncle Yuan, the chair that symbolized the highest power in Zhengxing.

His gaze swept over the faces that were filled with excitement, fervor, or awe.

"Follow me, Song Zhaowen, and you will have meat to eat, wine to drink, and territory to look at!"

"Betraying me, betraying your brothers, this is what happens!"

He pointed to the two gradually cooling corpses in the center of the hall.

"Did you all hear me clearly?"

"Listen carefully, Brother Wen!!!"

The deafening roar almost lifted the roof off the ancestral hall.

late at night.

Inside a villa in Kowloon Tong.

"Brother Wen, I can't take it anymore!"

After letting out a scream, she collapsed onto Song Zhaowen's chest like a lump of mud.

With a creak, the door was gently pushed open.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Fang Min, her face flushed, stammered to the bedside: "Brother-in-law, Second Sister really can't go on anymore, how about I take her place?"

Fang Min's bedroom is very close to the master bedroom.

Song Zhaowen turned his head and looked at Fang Min standing at the door.

Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, she wore a slightly oversized off-white silk robe, the belt loosely tied at the waist, revealing her delicate collarbone and a patch of smooth skin. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, a shy blush graced her face, her eyes darted away, and her hands nervously twisted the hem of the robe, yet she tried to straighten her back, like a fawn mustering the courage to step into the unknown.

Fang Ting groggily opened her eyes and saw her younger sister standing in the doorway. She was stunned for a moment, then a complex expression flashed across her face—surprise, relief, and a hint of indescribable shame. She gently nudged Song Zhaowen's chest, her voice hoarse and weary: "Amin—you—"

Song Zhaowen gently patted Fang Ting's smooth back, comforting her, "Rest well if you're tired." Then he turned and beckoned to Fang Min at the door, his voice much gentler than before, "Come here."

Fang Min bit her lower lip and moved step by step to the bedside. As she got closer, she could smell the faint scent of shower gel on her body, mixed with the clean fragrance unique to young girls.

Song Zhaowen reached out and took her slightly cool and trembling hand.

"Are you scared?" he asked, his gaze falling on her flushed cheeks.

Fang Min shook her head, then nodded, and whispered, "Yes—a little. But—but I'm willing, brother-in-law." The last two words were so soft they were barely audible.

Song Zhaowen smiled and pulled her to sit down on the edge of the bed. Fang Ting had already managed to sit up, pulled the blanket over herself, and looked at her sister with a mixture of worry and embarrassment: "Amin, you—you've really thought it through? Actually, you don't need to—"

Fang Min interrupted her, her eyes still showing shyness, but her tone became more firm: "Second sister, I know what I'm doing. I think—I like brother-in-law, and I'm afraid that after tonight, I won't have the courage anymore... So please give me a chance, okay?"

Song Zhaowen gently brushed away the stray hairs that were damp with sweat from Fang Min's forehead with his fingertips.

Fang Min's body trembled slightly, but she did not dodge. Instead, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a startled butterfly.

Song Zhaowen lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally gently pressed his lips to hers, which were pursed tightly due to nervousness. It was a very gentle touch, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

"Brother-in-law————"

"Still calling him brother-in-law? Call him Brother Wen."

"Brother Wen—" Fang Min obediently changed her address.

The morning sunlight streamed obliquely into the spacious dining room through the sheer curtains.

On the long dining table were steaming bowls of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, golden and crispy fried dough sticks, glistening shrimp dumplings, and several refreshing side dishes. A typical Hong Kong-style breakfast.

Wearing an apron, Luo Huiling was bringing the last plate of perfectly fried eggs to the table. She moved quickly, but there was little smile on her face, and her eyes kept glancing towards the stairwell.

Fang Ting and Fang Min, sisters, walked downstairs one after the other.

Fang Ting was wearing a high-necked beige sweater, her long hair was loosely tied up, and she looked a little tired, but her complexion was not bad.

Fang Min changed into a simple cotton dress, her hair tied into a neat ponytail, her face without makeup, exuding the cleanliness unique to a young girl, except for a trace of blush at the base of her ears. She dared not meet Luo Huiling's gaze at the dining table, and followed behind her sister with her head down, though her gait was slightly unusual.

Good morning, Sister Ling.

Luo Huiling hummed in agreement, her gaze sweeping over the two sisters' faces, lingering particularly on Fang Min for a moment, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, but ultimately she said nothing, only calmly saying, "Sit down, the porridge is getting cold."

Just then, Song Zhaowen also came downstairs.

He had changed into a dark gray casual suit with a simple white T-shirt underneath. His hair was still a little wet, clearly from a recent shower. He looked energetic and sharp-eyed, a stark contrast to his state after the intense "battle" of the previous night, as if he had inexhaustible energy.

"Good morning, Sister Ling." Song Zhaowen sat down at the head of the table and naturally picked up a spoon to scoop porridge.

Luo Huiling placed the bowl of porridge in front of him, giving a disgruntled "humph"—not loud, but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear: "You know it's early? I thought you were going to sleep until noon!"

These words were laced with barbs, clearly directed at what happened last night.

Fang Ting and Fang Min lowered their heads even further, especially Fang Min, who almost buried her face in the porridge bowl.

Song Zhaowen, however, seemed oblivious to what he was saying. He picked up a fried dough stick, bit into it with a loud crunch, and laughed, "Sister Ling, this fried dough stick is really crispy, cooked to perfection. A-Ting, A-Min, eat more to replenish your energy." After saying that, he even specially picked up a shrimp dumpling for each of the two sisters.

Fang Ting secretly kicked him under the table and gave him a reproachful look. Fang Min's ears turned bright red as she sipped her porridge, not daring to look up.

Watching this scene, Luo Huiling felt a mix of anger, amusement, and a complex, indescribable feeling. Now that Song Zhaowen had risen in status and position, the number of women around him seemed to be increasing. As an elder, she worried that Fang Ting and Fang Min would suffer in the future.