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

Chapter 173 Killer, get rid of trouble

Xicheng Road, Chengzhai.

The dim street lamps emitted a faint light, like diluted ink, with mottled light and shadow.

Kowloon Walled City is still as dark as ever, and drug addicts puffing away smoke can often be seen in the shadows on both sides of the road.

These fellow Taoists, who are skinny and have dull eyes, still have the almost morbid excitement after chasing the dragon on their faces.

He looked so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his face looked like that of a dead person. Even if he died suddenly the next moment, it would not be surprising at all.

In the former Walled City, all opium dens and noodle stalls were monopolized by Fu Shou Jin of Guangming Street, so most addicts were concentrated near Guangming Street.

However, with the death of Fu Shou Jin Shen, the fellow villagers' association disappeared. Other associations in the walled city, as well as associations from outside the city, also began to engage in the business of fan stalls, and these addicts gradually spread across the city.

In fact, seeing these addicts, Li An also had this idea in his mind, or take this opportunity to drive out all the societies in the walled city.

Clear away pornography, gambling, and drugs in the walled city in one fell swoop

This matter is not difficult for him.

After killing Fat Zai Chao and Luo Tuo Ding, the remaining small societies are nothing to be afraid of.

But many times, things are not taken for granted.

It doesn’t mean that you have the ability to do it, and you can do whatever you want to do.

The Walled City has always been a sensitive area in Gui Lao's eyes.

In history, Gui Lao had plans to demolish the walled city more than once or twice. Why was it only demolished on the eve of the handover?

In addition to the fact that the residents of the walled city cannot be effectively resettled and face strong resistance from the residents of the walled city, there is also a higher-level game.

A welfare association controls the entire city and is free from the colonial area of ​​Gui Lao.

Don't even think about it, there's no way those ghost guys would allow this to happen.

For Gui Lao, whether the city is in chaos or evil forces are rampant, they can ignore it.

It's just a slum, and they don't need to be resettled. It doesn't matter.

But the walled city being controlled and autonomous by others is something that Gui Lao cannot tolerate.

To take a step back, it is better to keep some societies in the walled city and restrain them than to drive them away.

When you live your life again, you can do whatever you want, but you can't be arrogant or arrogant.

Li An's eyes glanced at the drug addicts on the roadside, walking on the long dark street.

After three days of peace and quiet, the walled city seemed to have returned to its former peace, with people coming and going on the streets.

Everyone turns a blind eye to the addicts in the dark, as if they have become accustomed to it.

Interestingly, along the way, his beast-like keen intuition allowed him to vaguely feel two or three eyes staring at him from time to time.

It seemed that the moment he came out of the dance hall, he was followed and stared at.

Li An's expression remained normal, with no intention of alarming anyone. As usual, he walked towards the street vendors on the corner.

In the past two days, he would come here every night to buy late-night snacks.

Seven or eight stalls were lined up in a row, with smoke lingering and a strong smell of fireworks.

It's around eight o'clock in the evening, and although it's not yet the peak period for late-night snacks, the small square tables behind the stall are packed, and the buzz of people can be heard far away.

Li An stood still in front of a wonton noodle stall, and the greasy aroma from the barbecue stall next to him penetrated his nose.

"Brother, my wonton noodles are very good. Do you want to try them?"

Wearing a coarse cloth singlet with an oil-stained gray apron tied around his neck, the stall owner, with a weathered face, looked up at the young man standing in front of the stall and said enthusiastically.

Ang Lee smiled back.

"Two bowls, please, and two portions of bean sprout soup, please take them away."

After saying that, he took out one dollar and sixty cents from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

"Wait a minute."

As he spoke, the stall owner stretched out his rough right hand covered with fine cracks to take the money, lowered his head and got busy.

Li An looked around with his calm eyes, trying to find something.

But after looking around, I didn't see anyone suspicious.

Killing someone is the same as dressing up a woman, it's all about finesse.

That kind of frontal killing is just rough work.

Unexpectedly, one hit kills!

This is the basic quality that a normal killer possesses.

In Yang Zhuluan's killer organization, perhaps an ordinary passerby, a woman, or a child could also be a killer.

"Brother, the wonton noodles and bean sprout soup you asked for are ready."

The stall owner's voice came to my ears.

"OK, thanks."

Li An stretched out his hand to get it.

"Catch the thief."

Suddenly, a woman's exclamation came from the alley at the corner of the street.

Li An turned around and saw a young man who looked to be in his twenties, wearing a short cardigan and an open chest, emerged from the alley, and ran towards the night market, sweating profusely.

There was also a white cloth bag in his hand.

Behind the young man was a woman wearing blue coarse cloth with an anxious look on her face.

"Come here, catch the thief"

She shouted anxiously while chasing after the young man.

Many diners in the night market just glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention, as if they were used to it.

Not to meddle in other people's business and not to stand out are the rules of survival in the walled city.

Li An took his hand back and did not go to get the packaged wonton noodles.

"Brother, don't mind your own business, or you may get into trouble."

Seemingly sensing Li An's thoughts, the stall owner whispered a word of advice, then silently lowered his head and went about what he was doing.

"Thanks for reminding."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man unexpectedly ran straight to the stall.

Li An narrowed his eyes and took a step forward calmly.

"Get out of the way, don't block the road."

The young man glared at Li An fiercely, stepped away from Li An, and prepared to run towards Xicheng Road.

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much?"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Li An moved his right foot forward.

The young man uttered an oops and fell face down.

"You court death."

The young man climbed up, angrily took out a short knife from his waist, and stabbed Li An in the chest.

Li An raised his knee and kicked the young man's calf with controlled force.

With a groan of pain, the young man fell to the ground again, hugging his calves with both hands and curling up into a ball, and the knife also fell to the ground.

Li An observed the young man's pale face, and the pain he showed did not seem to be fake.

At this time, the diners in the night market noticed the movement here and watched the excitement with relish.

At this time, the woman with a panicked face finally ran over panting.

"Your bag."

Li An picked up the white cloth bag on the ground, looked up and down at the ordinary-looking middle-aged woman in front of him, and handed the bag over.

"thanks, thanks."

The woman thanked her repeatedly.

I hurriedly opened it and looked at the contents of the bag.

"There's nothing missing."

"without thanks."

The woman shook her head repeatedly with gratitude on her face.

"Need not."

Li An waved his hand and walked towards the noodle stall.

The moment he turned around, something strange happened!

The originally grateful woman's face suddenly turned cold, and her right hand that had been wiped from her waist was raised.

The bright sword flashed by, and a deep chill came from his neck, which made the hairs on Li An's neck stand on end!

It's almost instinctive.

Li An turned around and leaned back, and the blade almost passed by his chin.

The woman didn't seem to expect Li An's reaction to be so quick, but she didn't hesitate at all. She turned her wrist, pointed the knife edge downward, and pierced Li An's chest with the tip.

At the same time, the young man who fell to the ground stood up, grabbed the knife on the ground and rushed towards Li An. The blade of the knife was held behind his back and thrust diagonally into Li An's waist.

If the fighting experience is not rich enough, even the older generation of martial artists who enter the palace can easily fall into this unexpected assassination method.

Unfortunately, they met Ang Lee this time. Even if the iron cloth shirt is not exposed, his skill and fighting experience are enough to cope with it.

Just when the woman stabbed Li An's chest with the knife, the tip of the young man's knife was less than an inch from Li An's waist.

Li An, who was leaning back, put his right hand on the ground, twisted his waist and turned sideways. While avoiding the young man's blade, he raised his left leg upwards and hit the woman's neck like a steel whip!

A loud bang!

The woman's head fell hard and hit the ground.

Li An straightened his upper body by relying on his waist strength, slightly bent the knee of his left leg, and knelt fiercely on the killer's neck with one knee.

"Butter!"

With the clearly audible sound of broken neck bones, Li An stood up.

Then he looked at the young man in front of him with indifferent eyes.

Plowing the ground with five toes, scoffing!

The sound of shoe soles rubbing against the ground suddenly sounded.

Li An kicked off the ground and rushed forward, turning a blind eye to the dagger stabbing his neck. He grabbed the young man's wrist with his left hand first and lifted it up.

Then he stepped closer and struck the young man in the chest with his right elbow.

The young man spurted out a mouthful of blood and subconsciously bowed his waist.

"boom!"

A palm came down and hit the young man firmly on the forehead.

Li An let go of his hand, and the young man's body fell straight to the ground.

It's a long story, but it only took less than a minute from the sudden attack of the two killers to the time when Ang Lee shot them dead.

At this time, the diners who came back to their senses saw the dead person, got up in a hurry, and dispersed like birds and beasts.

No one can guarantee whether there will be another firefight here. This is a common occurrence in the Walled City.

Even the stall owners pushed the dining carts and left without even bothering with the tables, chairs and benches.

In the originally bustling night market, apart from blood and corpses, only Li An was left alive.

The faint sound of footsteps reached my ears and disappeared in an instant.

Li An was expressionless: "If you don't come out yet, are you waiting for me to commit suicide?"

The words echoed, and there was silence for a while, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps approaching from far away.

One after another, killers wearing black scarves and holding knives in both hands surrounded them from both ends of the street.

At a glance, there were more than twenty people.

"His face is covered with a black scarf. He is as shameless as a rat in the ditch."

Li An spat.

"You are so brave, knowing that someone is going to kill you, yet you still dare to wait here."

A figure emerged from the crowd.

He was a middle-aged man with gray hair wearing a gray gown.

Li An focused his eyes on this person:

"I thought you all were shady? I didn't expect someone to show his face."

The middle-aged man looked serious:

"No one has ever escaped our pursuit after killing someone from our organization."

"Tell me, if you kill me and stand over my body and say this again, will it look less ridiculous?"

Li An interrupted the other party rudely.

The middle-aged man was not angry either, and said coldly:

"Don't worry, I will satisfy your request."

"Even Yang Zhuluan is dead, are you so sure?"

Li An laughed out loud.

"Without those gunmen, you wouldn't have been able to defeat Mr. Tianqian.

Tonight, the Welfare Association will deal with the foreign groups that have intervened in Guangming Street. Without those gunmen, you are dead. "

When he said these words, the man was confident.

"Would you like to try it?"

Li An laughed.

"kill him."

The middle-aged man raised his hand, and these black-turbaned killers rushed towards him instantly.

Li An looked relaxed and glanced at the pile of pennies in the corner. He stepped forward and grabbed one casually.

"A little gentle, barely enough."

After weighing it twice, Li An muttered and glanced at the besieging killers.

The street corner is relatively spacious, and a bamboo pen with a length of just over two meters can be stretched out.

Sweeping the bamboo pen in his hand, he hit the killer in front of him on the neck hard.

Without even looking at the figure that was thrown away, Li An stepped forward, reaching forward with his pennies, and pierced it out like a big gun!

Meanwhile, Guangming Street.

The entrance to a smokehouse.

Sitting beside the wall were several drug addicts who had just left the opium den. Their eyes were slightly closed and they were motionless. There was still a trace of excitement on their pale faces.

If it weren't for his slightly heaving chest, anyone would have thought he was a dead person at first glance.

Duan Yingfeng and Quan Lao glanced at these addicts and frowned.

A group of six or seven people walked towards the opium den.

"Hey, friend, this is our territory for Jinxingshe.

If you want to grab territory, go to Tin Hau Temple Street and Old Man's Street, where there are no societies. "

Sensing that the visitor was unkind, a [-]-year-old with a ruffian face at the door said to Duan Yingfeng.

"I'm looking for your boss."

Duan Yingfeng's tone was cold.

"Wait a minute."

The man said nothing and quickly walked into the opium shop.

Duan Yingfeng and Quan Lao looked at each other and followed them in with the five people behind them.

There was smoke inside, and what came into view was a group of drug addicts lying down, holding pipes and puffing away at the flames of kerosene lamps.

The smoke penetrated the nose, causing the two of them to subconsciously hold their breath.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Three or four guys came towards them.

The boxer just glanced at them, then grabbed the pipes in the hands of several addicts beside him and slammed them to the ground.

"go out!"

But these addicts just opened their eyes and looked at the boxer in a daze, as if they hadn't reacted yet.

When these four-nine boys saw this, they immediately became unhappy and looked at Boxer with unkind eyes.

"How brave are you to come to our Jinxingshe territory to find trouble?"

"What's so noisy?"

As the voice came, a shirtless man with a conspicuous scar on the corner of his mouth came out of the back room, followed by six or seven forty-nine people.

"Didn't I ask you to wait outside? Who asked you to come in?"

The one who spoke was Sijiu who was outside the door earlier.

"They are the ones looking for me?"

"Yes, Brother Biao."

The man known as Brother Biao took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He looked at Boxer and his group and asked tentatively:

"Jin Xingshe, Sang Biao, where are you from?"

Boxer's face was as solid as iron:

"We are from a welfare association. Starting tonight, all side businesses in Chengzhai can only appear on Xin Street and Dajing Street, and are not allowed to cross the border."

"Welfare club? Hahaha"

Sangbiao laughed heartily and did not forget to ask the younger brother beside him:

"Welfare association, have you heard of it?"

"Brother Biao, I have heard of the elderly welfare association." Yousijiu replied with a smile.

"Did you hear that?"

Sangbiao's smile faded and he spat on the ground:

"Welfare association? Shi Jiugong pretended to be Grouper, I don't know what it means.

The city has no one to care about, and the police can't do anything about it. To dare to speak so loudly about a welfare society that you have never heard of is really asking for death. "

"If you don't follow the rules of the Welfare Association, your cigarettes will be confiscated and you will be swept out of the city."

Duan Yingfeng looked indifferent and stepped forward.

(End of this chapter)