Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 87 Elevator God of War
With a "whoosh," Chen Jiajun opened the car door, got out, and slowly walked forward.

"Boom!"

The carriage door opened, and there stood the old villain, calmly holding a machete, at the entrance of the cargo box.

This scene is like a world-famous painting.

In a confined space, facing the encirclement and slaughter of dozens of swordsmen, he killed them all!

God of War!
"Good job, get in the car!"

Chen Jiajun nodded, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and the Mercedes turned around.

Several other Hell Riders acted swiftly, rushing into the truck, forcing the trembling driver out, closing the cargo door, and driving the truck into the underground parking garage.

Upon arriving at the underground parking garage, Chen Jiajun got out of the car and immediately placed his hand on the truck bed, silently chanting, "Stop!"

next moment.

The truck, along with the corpse, appeared in the personal space provided by the system.

Before Chen Jiajun could react, Sha Qiang's Mercedes hurriedly drove into the underground parking garage. As soon as he got out of the car, he waved anxiously and said, "Brother Jun, there's an ambush! Run!"

He just finished speaking.

"Zi!"

More than a dozen cars rushed into the underground parking garage in unison, one of which, a minivan, drove straight toward Sha Qiang!
Sha Qiang was knocked away, spitting out a cloud of blood as he collapsed to the ground, unconscious!

Hundreds of burly men dressed in black rushed out of more than a dozen vehicles!

The crowd was so dense that it seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. The leader was Fat Dog's henchman, the gambling addict, whom we had seen at the dock that morning!

The Hell Knights drew their weapons and surrounded Chen Jiajun, setting the stage for a bloody battle!

"Stop wasting your breath on them! Kill them! Whoever takes down Liang Jun gets a million!" the gambling addict roared.

Countless thugs from the Macau gang rushed forward.

"on!"

Doom and Old Evil, facing a horde of knife-wielders several times their number, wore ferocious expressions.

"Shh!"

A flash of cold light appeared, and the old villain actually managed to sever the right hand of the leading swordsman.

With another slash, the blade cleaved the opponent's sword in two, and its momentum remained undiminished!
Blood splattered all over the old evil man's face. He kicked the man away and sent several knife-wielding men rushing up flying.

"Brothers, charge!"

"Money, women, and status are right in front of you!"

Seeing that the gambler's henchmen were intimidated by the old villain's power and hesitated to advance, the gambling addict immediately shouted loudly.

"kill!"

Driven by the lure of money, the thugs roared and charged forward once more!
If they can get rid of these two, they can rise to the top in one step!
Doom charged left and right, his 2.2-meter frame his strongest weapon. Once this muscle tank went berserk in the crowd, no one could stop him. One after another, the knife-wielders were knocked away by him and never got up again.

This was only when he was just playing around; otherwise, if he went all out, he could turn a person into a bloody mist with a single slap.

Chen Jiajun was not someone to be trifled with. His physical abilities, enhanced by several bottles of potions, had surpassed those of the young demon slaves and hell knights.

He wrapped his fist with a towel and punched the charging knife-wielding man, sending him flying.

Then, he slashed down with his leg at the right shoulder of another knife-wielder. The knife-wielder screamed in agony as his entire right shoulder, including his collarbone, caved in!
Then, with a left hook, he sent one of the knife-wielding men flying.

In the blink of an eye, they dealt with the three knife-wielders who were breaking through their direction.

"kill!"

Blood, status, and women fueled the desires of these gangsters from Macau, and they became reckless and suicidal.

After defeating several opponents, Chen Jiajun suddenly felt bored.

Fighting and killing were not his interests, so he gestured for Doom and Old Evil to take over the place, and then prepared to leave by elevator.

Reaching the elevator entrance, Chen Jiajun pressed the button.
When the elevator doors opened, Chen Jiajun was shocked to see that there were several knife-wielding men lying in ambush inside!
The two knife-wielders chuckled evilly, grabbed him, and dragged him into the elevator!

Chen Jiajun was stunned and was pulled inside before he could react.

Meanwhile, Doom and his men, who were engrossed in the battle, had not yet noticed the unusual situation.

After the elevator doors closed!

I noticed that my older brother is already "safe"!
Doom felt completely relaxed; he was ready to unleash his full power and enter killing mode!

"Roar!!!"

He roared to the sky, unleashing an astonishing fighting spirit, his whole body radiating murderous intent, as he looked at Fat Dog's henchman, the gambling addict!
Doom suddenly had a shotgun in his hand; it was his signature weapon, and he began to wreak havoc.

Inside the elevator. One of the assailants raised a dagger and stabbed Chen Jiajun in the stomach, while the others followed suit without hesitation.

Chen Jiajun grabbed the knife-wielder's hand and stabbed him in the stomach with his dagger.

"Pfft!"

The knife-wielder was a ruthless character; instead of screaming, he grabbed Chen Jiajun's right hand, trying to stick to him.

Chen Jiajun's left elbow slammed into another knife-wielding assailant.

The knife-wielder reacted swiftly and dodged the attack.

This elbow slammed directly into the elevator door!
"boom!"

The elevator doors were deeply dented!
"Fuck!"

Ignoring the dagger aimed at his body, Chen Jiajun grabbed the knife-wielding man and stabbed him repeatedly in the neck with the dagger.

The knife-wielder clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground, struggling.

"Who else!"

"Drawing out the dagger," Chen Jiajun shouted.

"on!"

The knife-wielders exchanged glances, and without a second thought, they charged forward again.

For a while.

The elevator shook violently, and blood flowed through the gaps into the elevator shaft!
……

A luxurious office.

Street vendor Wei, dressed in a suit and tie, was smoking a cigar and drinking tea.

"Viagra, something terrible has happened!"

Just then, Broken Tooth Koi ran into the office: "That bastard Fatty Dog has partnered with Sheng Yi Tang and sent dozens of knife-wielders to kill Liang Jun."

Street Market Wei was not surprised to hear this news.

He slowly took a sip of tea: "Let them fight if they want."

"No way! That fat dog even sent a group of knife-wielders to ambush Liang Jun in the casino's underground parking garage!" Broken Tooth Koi said again.

"Huh? Is Fatty Dog crazy? He dares to make a move in a casino?"

Street Market Wei was taken aback, then immediately pulled out his cell phone and called Fat Dog.
"Fat dog! You son of a bitch, what are you doing?"

As soon as the call connected, Jie Shiwei started cursing and rushed out of the office to the elevator.

"There's no other way, Brother Wei. My brothers all want to make a living in the casino."

In an underground gambling den in Macau, a fat dog sitting in the dealer's seat responded lazily.

"Damn it! Even if you and your Hung Hing gang all die out there, I won't care! Are you out of your mind, running to the gambling king's casino to kill people?"

“Brother Wei, you have no idea how arrogant those Hung Hing guys were. What else could I do? I’m a Red Pole of the Number Gang, and I have to make our Haojiang Number Gang’s name known.”

Fat Dog exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke, threw the playing cards on the table, stood up, and gestured for the dealer to continue dealing the cards.

……

"Ding!"

After a beep, the elevator doors slowly opened.

A strong stench of blood filled the air, and Street Market Wei dropped his mobile phone as he witnessed this scene.

Hong Xingliangjun was panting heavily, his whole body was soaked, as if he had just waded through a sea of ​​blood, and his entire body was covered in bloodstains.

His left hand was around the neck of a knife-wielding assailant, while his right hand gripped the man's head.

With a slight twist.

"Click!"

The man died on the spot.

Upon closer inspection, the corpses inside the elevator were almost all elites under Fat Dog's command, including henchmen of Shengyitang!

Their deaths were extremely gruesome and bizarre!

There were even quite a few fist marks deeply imprinted on the elevator!

(End of this chapter)