Hong Kong Variety Show: the Strongest and Arrogant Bully

[What you are fishing for is not fish, but rivers and lakes] In 1982 at Sham Shui Po Pier, I lay paralyzed in the salty and bloody water with stab wounds all over my body. At the dying moment, the fishing system suddenly activated - the first draw was the sword master's inheritance! When the twelve watermelon knives chopped off the heads, I threw out the fishing line in the heavy rain. The cold light flashed, and the twenty-four cut blades were inserted into the bluestone slab. Uncle Deng blew the rim of his cup in the teahouse and said: "This young man is qualified to take charge of United Wins." When Ah Lok smashed the ashtray, I was hooking the moon on the Peak of Victoria Peak with a fishing rod. My blood is not yet cold, my knife is out of its sheath, and my system is in my hand. The entire Hong Kong Island is my fish pond.