Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 155 Change of ownership, reminder

"asshole!"

Feng Xia's face was filled with anger.

The oiled fist on his body was as slippery as a loach, which made him completely unable to use his strength, and he felt like he had nowhere to start.

As a result, I suffered two small and medium losses in succession.

At this time, he could only retreat back, keeping the distance between the two of them, and his mind was racing, trying to find a way to break the situation.

But Ah Quan across from him didn't give him a chance to breathe. He stepped closer and stabbed his chest with an elbow!

Feng Xiaman, who was considered experienced in many battles, stepped to the left and punched Ah Quan on the arm, knocking Ah Quan to a halt.Then he moved around and walked around behind Ah Quan.

He opened his arms, like a steel whip, and held Ah Quan's arms and body in his arms.

"what"

Feng Xiaman's eyes showed a fierce light, and veins popped out on his forehead. He hugged Aquan with both arms, exerted strength on his waist and legs, and raised his chest and back.

hug!

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones, Ah Quan, who was held by Feng Xiaman from behind, had a look of pain on his face and his feet left the ground.

Huaman on the side couldn't help but clenched her fists and subconsciously took a step forward.

Seeing that Ah Quan was about to be lifted above his head, when Huaman hesitated and was about to take action, Ah Quan roared loudly and endured the pain of having his arms broken, and slowly stretched his arms outwards.

The two competed against each other.

After opening a little gap, Ah Quan suddenly twisted his arms outwards, tightened his shoulders and closed them in front of his chest. Taking this opportunity, his body fell, and his whole body finally broke free from the restraints.

He lifted up his right leg and kicked Feng Xiaman's crotch fiercely with the strong wind from his heel.

"what"

Feng Xiaman screamed, his face turned pale instantly, he covered his crotch, and cold sweat the size of a bean fell from his forehead.

Taking this opportunity, Ah Quan suddenly turned around and kicked Feng Xiaman in the abdomen.

Plop!
Feng Xiaman covered his crotch and fell to the ground, curling up in pain.

Seeing Ah Quan attack again, he yelled hoarsely at the two Forty-Nine men standing aside:
"Don't do it yet!"

The two hesitated for a moment, gritted their teeth, and rushed forward.

Feng Xiaman, on the other hand, endured the stinging pain, hunched over and staggered up, took awkward steps, and ran downstairs.

Unfortunately, the two Forty-Nine didn't delay him much.

After running two or three steps, before he could reach the stairs, Ah Quan with a cold face had already stopped in front of him.

"boom!"

A fist hit his face hard.

Blood splattered everywhere, and a broken tooth flew out and fell to the ground.

He was also hit so hard that his head fell back, and he staggered back towards Huaman's position.

Ah Quan stepped forward and with strong wind, his fist hit Feng Xiaman's chin again.

At this time, Feng Xiaman had not yet stabilized his figure, and there was no way to avoid it. He almost subconsciously grabbed Huaman's arm and pulled him to him.

The fist suddenly stopped in front of Huaman.

Feng Xiaman punched Ah Quan in the face with his backhand, knocking him back two steps.

Feeling that he had support, Feng Xiaman endured the pain and moved forward instead of retreating.

Ah Quan's elbow hit him. Feng Xiaman pulled hard with his right hand and used Huaman to block the opponent's attack. He then raised his right foot and kicked the worried Ah Quan to the ground.

Feng Xiaman laughed sinisterly, but did not notice the fierce glint in the woman's eyes.

He pulled Huaman and was about to step forward. Huaman stretched forward his right hand and suddenly put it on his wrist. At the same time, he turned the wrist he grabbed, put his hands together and twisted it hard.

Click!
Feng Xiaman's wrist was twisted ninety degrees in an instant.

He screamed and turned around in disbelief.

Hua Man stepped closer, twisting her waist and lifting her hips in one go, and hit him in the chest with a bang, and Feng Xiaman was thrown away.

He rushed forward and caught up with Feng Xiaman. He hit the opponent's chest with his left elbow and smashed his forehead with his right hand.

Along with the clear sound of bone cracking, Feng Xiaman's eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, and the body fell to the ground with a plop.

"The tiger climbs the mountain hard!"

Ah Quan covered his chest, raised his head suddenly, and stared at Huaman's face.

He was shocked and asked:
"Who are you? How can a tiger climb a mountain hard?"

Huaman just glanced at him and said casually:
"My name is Huaman. Since the person is dead, you can leave."

Ah Quan still looked at Hua Man and asked:

"You haven't said yet, how come you know Bajiquan?"

"Is it so strange to know Bajiquan? Or do you think I can't practice boxing as a woman?"

Huaman asked casually.

"No." Aquan shook his head.

"That's fine."

Huaman chuckled lightly and then waved her hand:

"Anle Building has only been closed for the past two days, and there are only a few forty-nine. Now that something happened here, they should rush over after receiving the news. You'd better leave quickly."

Ah Quan looked at Hua Man and felt for no reason that he felt close to the woman in front of him.

He hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Aren't you going?"

Huaman smiled at him, said nothing, turned and walked towards the third floor.

Da da
Chaotic footsteps sounded one after another.

A dozen or so [-]s with things in hand rushed up from downstairs, and at a glance they saw Feng Xiaman lying on the ground, and six or seven [-]s who had passed out.

"Brother Xia Man."

These people quickly stepped forward to check. When they saw that Feng Xiaman's eyes were wide open and he had already lost his breath, they exclaimed:

"Brother Xia Man is dead"

In panic, several people's eyes flickered.

The Feng brothers have been operating in Chengzhai for so many years and have accumulated a lot of wealth.

Feng Xiaman was suddenly beaten to death, and the money must still be in Anle Building.

Earning a fortune, even after they share the profits, will be enough to live outside, away from the slums of the Walled City.

The few of them looked at each other, grabbed what they were doing and ran to the third floor.

Others seemed to react to their move and hurriedly followed.

Came to the room where Feng Chunmei used to live.

Before they could push the door open, someone opened the door with a bang from the inside.

"Is something wrong?"

Huaman asked coldly.

"Huaman, why are you in Brother Chunmei's room?"

A [-]-year-old man wearing a plaid shirt asked.

Huaman didn't care either. He glanced at the four-nine people in front of the door and suddenly smiled.

"Of course, whatever you are here to do, I am here to do."

The expressions of these four nines suddenly changed.

The first person to ask the question, Sijiu, stared at Huaman with unkind eyes and asked:
"Do you know where Feng Chunmei's money is hidden?"

Huaman did not answer, but said softly:

"You came just in time, I just have something to tell you."

"Who do you think you are? Who wants to listen to what you have to say!"

This [-]-year-old interrupted Huaman's words unceremoniously and scolded him in a bad tone:
"Tell me quickly, where is Feng Chunmei's money? Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

If Feng Chunmei was still here, he would naturally not dare to speak loudly to the woman in front of him, but now that the Feng brothers are dead, in his eyes, this woman is just a beautiful vase that can be manipulated casually.

Although the others were silent, their eyes were fierce.Huaman saw the expressions of these people in her eyes, then turned her eyes to Sijiu who was speaking, and chuckled:
"Are you talking to me?"

"Dead mother-in-law"

As soon as he cursed, a sharp blade was reflected into his pupils.

"Pfft!"

The dagger was inserted directly into the temple of this four-nine, leaving only the handle outside.

He raised his head in confusion and was stunned for less than a second before he fell to the ground with a thud. Blood rushed out from the wound and flowed down his cheek, forming a blood puddle on the ground.
The others were startled and subconsciously stepped back, looking at the woman with a bright smile in front of them in fear.

Huaman didn't even look at the man's body, and her tone remained unchanged:

"From now on, I will be in charge here. The Prostitute Village has long been outdated, and the name Anle Building is not pleasant. I think the name Huaman is good. From now on, it will be called Huaman Dance Hall. Do you have any objections?"

Sijiu held these things in his hands tightly and remained silent.

"If you don't say anything, it seems you have an opinion!

That’s right, I’m going to ask you to listen to me, a woman, obviously it’s not very realistic.”

As Huaman said this, he took off his high heels, stepped forward, and rushed directly into the crowd.

"Brother Leng, stop fighting, stop fighting."

A middle-aged man begged.

Allen waved his hand, and then the Four Nines stopped.

He walked up to the middle-aged man and squatted down.

"Do you have any money to pay back?"

The middle-aged man clutched his stomach, curled up on the ground, and spoke with difficulty:
"Brother Leng, how can you force someone to pay back money before it's due? This is against the rules."

"Are you smart? Who said we don't follow the rules? Mr. Ke said that if you can pay back the money now, the interest can be written off in one lump sum."

"No, Brother Leng, I used the money to make up for it. How can I pay it back?"

"You don't have any money to give, right? Then keep going and beat him to death."

Allen waved his hand, and the two Forty-Nine stepped forward, clenched their fists and smashed them.

Li An looked away from the alley and continued walking forward.

"Uncle Jun, Ke Wanchang is short of money?"

Li Jianjun lowered his voice and said:

"Fu Shoujin went to Ke Wanchang's gambling house in the morning and asked him to bring a hundred pounds of goods in exchange for his daughter tomorrow. Ke Wanchang acted like crazy and asked his men to press for debts. He must have wanted to collect money to buy goods to save his daughter. "

Li An nodded to express understanding.

The sound of clicking high heels comes from far to near.

A slim figure walked towards him.

"This is what you want."

Huaman handed over a suitcase.

Li An had some surprise on his face.

Huaman said softly: "Feng Xiaman is dead."

Li An suddenly realized and took the suitcase.

"The ones in the back, when I kill them, I will give them to you."

After saying that, Huaman turned around and left without being sloppy at all.

"and many more."

Huaman stopped and turned to look at Li An.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Ang Lee asked.

Huaman was stunned for a moment, with some surprise on his face.

But after thinking about it for a moment, she still shook her head.

"No."

"That's good, let's find a place to chat." Li An said softly.

"Okay."

Huaman readily agreed without much thought.

Xinjie, a smoky hot pot stall.

The two sat opposite each other.

Li Jianjun and three others were sitting at another table.

The hot pot soup was quickly served on the table. As the temperature of the stove under the table increased, the milky white boiling soup base was tumbling. The tender fish fillets and various seafood were tumbling up and down in the soup base, which was unbearable. He couldn't help but move his index finger.

"I've eaten here a few times. It tastes pretty good. You can try it."

The table was filled with steam. Li An said hello, picked up the chopsticks, took a bite and put it into his mouth.

The two of them ate until the tips of their noses were sweating.

Huaman stopped her chopsticks, picked up the cup in front of her, took a sip of herbal tea, then looked at Li An and said with a smile:

"My dance hall will open in three days, and I don't have many friends in Chengzhai. I hope you, a lucky star, will come to support us."

"Dance hall?" Li An asked in surprise.

Huaman nodded: "It was the former Anle Building, and now it has been renamed Huaman Dance Hall. I also took over the forty-nine people from Anle Building. Maybe I will need these people later."

Li An pondered for a moment and said:

"If you stand in front of me now, will you alert the enemy?"

There was a hint of helplessness in Huaman's tone:

"I also wanted to push Feng Xiaman in front as a shield, but he is planning to run away now. Today my brother went to Anle Building again, and I had no choice but to kill Feng Xiaman first."

"Okay, I will definitely support you when the time comes." Li An agreed.

Huaman had a sweet smile on her face.

Li An picked up a piece of fish fillet and put it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

"By the way, do you still have the seventy kilograms of Fu Shou Jin's goods in your hands?"

The smile on Huaman's face faltered, and then she asked:
"You invited me to dinner today just to get this batch of goods from me?"

Li An didn't notice the expression on the woman's face. He stretched out his chopsticks and said:
"Two things, this is just one of them."

"What's the other thing?" Huaman asked casually.

Li An put the fish meat into his mouth and said vaguely:

"As soon as your dance hall opens, the man hiding behind the hometown club may notice you. With your skills, you are no match for his killers.

Although these killers are not very good at fists and kicks, their purpose is to kill people, so their knives must be fast and cruel enough. "

Hua Man's heart moved: "Assassin? You mean Diao Lan?"

A killer appeared inexplicably next to Chaoyang, so she naturally investigated it.

He was familiar with his brother, and also knew that girl Xinxin. Apart from Taipo, the only one who knew him was Diao Lan.

Li An was not surprised and nodded.

"So, you should be more careful these days."

"Thanks, I understand. It's just..."

Huaman hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip: "The man behind the scenes that you have been refusing to tell me, is he really very skilled?"

Li An smiled:
"Iron cloth shirt, invulnerable to weapons and bullets. With your skills, he will stand and let you take action. If you can't find his cover, your fists and feet won't be able to hurt him at all. Are you serious?"

"Is it really that powerful?"

Huaman frowned.

She had also heard of Iron Shirt, but Ang Lee's words were so exaggerated that she still couldn't believe it.

She asked: "You said last time that you came to the walled city to spar with him. Are you sure you can defeat him?"

"You can't hurt him because your fists and kicks are not strong enough. As for whether I can kill him, I don't know, but I am still certain of defeating him."

Li An murmured and said no more.

(End of this chapter)