Hong Kong General: The Departed? No, I am the Hong Kong Island Tyrant

Chapter 68 Finding the Mastermind
Jin Aneng?
Looking at the plain-looking man in front of him, Di Qing frowned.

Did you make a mistake?

He had not noticed this person just now, but now face to face with him, he suddenly felt a sense of threat from this man.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before when facing Coke, Ah Hu, Tony and others.

It only appeared when he faced the killer Xiao Fu and when he faced Mai Rongen at the dock last night.

Obviously, this man's skills must be very advanced.

Looking at the white fist marks on Jin Aneng's hands when he clasped his fists, Di Qing narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you a martial artist?"

Jin Aneng nodded and did not deny: "I learned from Jin Chaliang, the master of Shaobei Fist."

Shaobei boxing?
Di Qing suddenly realized that he was a martial arts enthusiast in his previous life and had studied various domestic martial arts.

Shaobei boxing is a small style of boxing from the northeast of the mainland, and he has also heard of it.

It seems that Jin Aneng is also from the Northeast. No wonder he speaks with a strong accent.

"Hongxing, Di Qing."

Di Qing had the physique for martial arts, but he had never learned any boxing techniques and had no master, so he just clasped his fists and performed the martial arts etiquette, and announced the name of Hongxing.

Jin Aneng nodded, not caring at all. He took a step forward and set up the formation with a serious expression on his face.

As a fellow warrior, he could also sense that Di Qing was an expert.

Seeing this, the people around seemed to sense the aura of masters, and fearing that innocent people would be hurt, they quickly stepped back and made room for the open space in the middle of the lobby.

The two men faced each other for a moment.

Jin Aneng's eyes focused, and he took the lead in attacking. In a moment, he took several steps and punched Di Qing in the chest.

It was a standard ancient martial arts long fist, and it was performed at an extremely fast speed, with a faint sonic boom sounding in the air.

But Di Qing reacted faster and dodged the punch by turning sideways.

Jin Aneng took advantage of the situation and attacked with his backhand elbow. Di Qing raised his hand to block it, and then with a shake of his muscles, he pushed Di Qing back several steps.

Without waiting for Jin Aneng to continue attacking, Di Qing threw a punch with his backhand.

"Oh!"

There was also a loud air explosion, and it was louder than Jin A's, and the momentum was terrifying!
Jin Aneng's face changed slightly, and he instantly realized that he had underestimated Di Qing, and quickly dodged to the side.

But just as he dodged the punch, he felt a pain in his abdomen, followed by a groan and stepping backwards.

"it is good!"

There was a burst of cheers all around.

Feng Laoliu's face darkened, and he looked a little unbelievable.

This was the first time he saw Aneng suffer a loss. It seemed that he had underestimated this handsome young man!

In the field, Jin Aneng took a deep breath and looked at Di Qing again, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

At this moment, he already understood that the martial arts level of the man in front of him was definitely above his!

'A sound is worth a thousand gold'!
This is the realm that can only be achieved when Ming Jin reaches its peak!
However, he said nothing, but just rearranged his starting position and did not rush to attack. Instead, he looked at Di Qing sharply, obviously wanting to wait for Di Qing to attack first so that he could seize his flaws and gain the advantage.

In a fight between martial artists, sometimes the one who strikes first does not necessarily win. On the contrary, the one who strikes first is more likely to reveal flaws.

Di Qing smiled when he saw this. He also saw Jin Aneng's purpose, but he didn't care.

"Since you won't make a move, I won't be polite!"

After Di Qing finished speaking, he moved his body and rushed towards Jin Aneng as fast as the wind.

Swah——

Just a few meters away, it’s there in a flash!
Di Qing raised his hand and punched Jin Aneng. Jin Aneng's eyes lit up, and he lowered his head to avoid Di Qing's fist and punched him in the ribs.

This is the most vulnerable part of the human body, and it is also the flaw that Jin A can find in this short moment.

"Oh!"

This punch successfully knocked Di Qing back a few steps.

Jin Aneng took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, ready to knock Di Qing down while he was injured. Unexpectedly, Di Qing reacted in just a moment, took a step forward and approached Jin Aneng, then leaned forward with his shoulder and knocked him back.

Judging from his actions, he seemed not to be affected by the punch at all.

“What a strong physique!”

Jin Aneng's heart sank, but he had no time to think about it, because Di Qing had already attacked again, and the fierce wind from his fist made his cheek slightly painful.

Rumbling--

In a flash, the two began to fight each other.

Both of them were moving at extremely fast speeds, which were dazzling and impossible to see clearly, but they were vaguely very entertaining to watch, as if they were a fight scene in a movie that was played at double the speed.

Jin Aneng's boxing style is vigorous and aggressive. In terms of sophistication, Di Qing's police fighting skills cannot compare with it at all, as if it is full of flaws everywhere.

However, with his martial arts physique at the Ming Jin level, Di Qing could break down Jin Aneng's moves with the fastest reaction and then counterattack even if he relied solely on strength and speed.

In just a short moment, Jin Aneng, who had mastered the Shaobei Fist, had no power to fight back and was directly suppressed.

"Bang bang bang..."

In less than a minute, Jin Aneng was hit by more than a dozen punches. His speed and reaction dropped again. Finally, he was not careful and Di Qing seized the opportunity and kicked him away, directly smashing the armchair that Feng Laoliu had just sat on.

"Boom!"

There was a crisp sound, and the whole place fell into dead silence.

Many people opened their mouths wide, unable to react for a moment.

"it is good!"

Until Liang Kun suddenly shouted, and applause broke out in the hall.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the handsome young man standing proudly in the middle of the lobby.

Most people's faces were filled with amazement and enthusiasm.

No one expected that the exciting fighting scenes that could only be seen on TV and movies would now be presented in front of them, and the fighting was even more exciting than on TV! This handsome guy is so powerful!

"Cough cough..."

Jin Aneng covered his chest and coughed for a while, coughing up blood, then slowly got up.

At this moment, he looked at Di Qing, his eyes full of shock.

"Still fighting?"

Di Qing spoke calmly, with a few fist and footprint marks on his body, but it did not affect his dazzling demeanor at all.

Jin Aneng's mouth twitched, he gritted his teeth, clasped his fists and said, "I admit defeat, I am no match for you."

"it is good!"

Liang Kun led the applause again.

Abao and others also had excitement on their faces.

"Qingzai, well done!"

Xiyan went straight forward and patted Di Qing's shoulder heavily, not hiding the admiration and enthusiasm in his eyes at all. Then he turned to look at Liangkun and said, "Ah Kun, you are really a strong guy. If I want to have a boxing match with others in the future, you have to lend me someone!"

"Then you have to ask Qingzi if he agrees!"

Liang Kun laughed loudly, then looked at Feng Laoliu who was forced into a corner, and said arrogantly, "How is it? Master Liu, are you convinced?"

Feng Laoliu had an ugly look on his face. He glanced at the embarrassed Jin Aneng, then looked at Di Qing, feeling very unwilling.

Ever since Aneng came, he helped him win dozens of boxing matches and he had never lost a single one. He didn't expect that he would be defeated by Di Qing today.

But he is not someone who can't afford to lose.

It was he who proposed the boxing match. Now the facts are before his eyes. If he doesn't admit it, these younger brothers outside will look down on him.

"I, Feng Laoliu, keep my word and I will accept the loss!"

Feng Laoliu gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and waved his hand, saying, "Bring the person out!"

The two younger brothers immediately turned around and left.

After a while, there was a commotion outside, and then Feng Laoliu's men walked in with nine tied-up figures.

The leader was none other than Agou!

Ah Gou obviously knew what was going on. He glanced at Liang Kun and the others in the hall, then knelt down in front of Feng Laoliu with a panicked look on his face: "Sixth Master, you can't do this. Please save me. I still have money, I'll give it all to you..."

"Get the fuck out of here!"

Feng Laoliu kicked Ah Gou to the ground and snorted, "What I hate most in my life is traitors like you! You dare to hire assassins to do things for me? You must be tired of living!"

As he said that, Feng Laoliu looked at Liang Kun and said, "I'll leave the people to you, but how are you going to help me solve the problem of the supply of goods to the city?"

Liang Kun shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry about how I solve it. Anyway, the price is the same as before, Shark En. You just need to prepare the money every month, and I will have someone bring the goods to the city."

"it is good."

Feng Laoliu nodded, then looked at Hai Ye: "What about you? Hai Ye, what do you say?"

"I have no objection either." Hai Ye also nodded.

All he wants is the supply of goods.

He doesn't care who the supplier is.

Hearing this, Liang Kun no longer hesitated, looked at Agou and his men viciously, and waved his hand, saying, "Take these bastards back!"

"Yes, Brother Kun!"

Abao and others immediately stepped forward and looked at Agou and others with cold murderous intent in their eyes.

"No... Master Liu, save me!"

Agou and others struggled violently, but Feng Laoliu turned a blind eye.

Seeing this, Agou felt desperate.

He didn't expect that he spent more than one million yuan, only to end up like this. He immediately cursed: "Feng Laoliu, you bastard, you bastard! You will die a horrible death!"

Then he rushed to Liang Kun and kowtowed frantically, crying and begging for mercy:

"Brother Kun! I was blind. I shouldn't have let someone kill your brother. Please spare my life!"

"It's all because of that bastard Ding Yixie. He was the one who paid me to kill your little brother. It has nothing to do with me, Brother Kun. If you want revenge, go find that bastard Ding Yixie..."

Before Liang Kun could interrogate him, Agou revealed everything in a panic.

When everyone heard this, their expressions changed slightly.

"Damn it, it's Ding Yixie!"

Ah Bao gnashed his teeth and said, "I must kill this bastard!"

Liang Kun frowned, kicked Ah Gou down, and ordered: "Shut his mouth, and then go back and talk."

After that, he greeted Feng Laoliu and the others, saying, "Master Liu, Master Hai, thank you very much."

Feng Laoliu said with a smile: "We will be partners in the future. Boss Liangkun, you don't have to be so polite. Come to the city for tea when you are free."

"Okay, I'll be there when I'm free."

After Liang Kun finished speaking, he waved his hand, and everyone immediately took Agou and a few others and went downstairs and left.

Feng Laoliu walked out of the lobby, looked at the backs of Liang Kun and others leaving, chuckled, and said, "That Ding Yixie seems to be from Zhongqing Society, right? Zhongqing Society is in trouble now that they have messed with this mad dog Liang Kun."

Hai Ye snorted and said, "I heard about this from the people below. It was Liang Kun's people who didn't follow the rules and designed to trick Ding Yixie. It was only natural for Ding Yixie to hire a killer to kill his little brother."

Feng Laoliu shook his head: "Forget it, never mind. Whatever they do outside has nothing to do with our fortress. As long as we don't mess around inside, that's fine."

After saying that, Feng Laoliu turned around and went back to the lobby, but when he saw Jin Aneng, who had a bruised face and nose, his expression suddenly turned cold again.

"What Shaobei Fist successor?"

"What a waste! He made me lose a million dollars for nothing!"

(End of this chapter)