Master Jiang, Oh Yeah

One of Situ Haonan's men was the first to run onto the stage. "I'll sing a song for everyone. In Tin Hau, my voice is practically at King of Singers level. Leslie Cheung would have to invite me if he held a concert."

"Then hurry up and sing."

"If you're not singing, get the hell down. I still want to go up."

The guy raised the microphone and began to sing. But after just one line, the tune had drifted from Hong Kong all the way into the Pacific Ocean. The crowd immediately erupted in jeers.

"A King of Singers? I'd slit my wrists if I had to listen to you sing. Get down already."

"Get down! Get down! Not a single vote for you!"

The guy onstage ignored them, howling at the top of his lungs until even Situ Haonan couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed an empty can from the table and hurled it at him. "Get lost! Are you trying to murder me so you can become the boss yourself?"

Seeing his boss lose his temper, the guy scampered off the stage. Everyone below burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively.

The second person leaped onto the stage and immediately took off his shirt, revealing a body full of fat. He put his hands under his armpits and actually started making farting music.

"Get lost!"

"Get down!"

"Fire Ox, believe me, I'll fucking kill you."

Amid a storm of curses, the guy was driven off the stage. Then someone else went up, clasped his fists toward the audience, and said, "I'll perform a set of White Eyebrow Fist for everyone." With that, he began practicing onstage.

Hmph hmph, ha hey!

The routine was actually quite imposing and earned a round of applause. Ah Jun went