The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1627 Chen Jiaju: "Let's go somewhere else, I'll take on ten of them, ten of them!"

In the warehouse, where fierce fighting raged, gunfire continued to fill the air.
Sweeping through the ranks by South Asians with guns held down, Chen Jiaju hid behind a box, his face contorted in despair.

Because this is not the plot he imagined.

Didn't we agree that everyone should team up and take down these ruthless thugs?

Why did everyone hide so obediently as soon as the gunshot rang out?
"Move over there, move over a bit, make room for me, the instructor is coming right away!"

Sing-kwong smiled as he spoke to Chan Ka-kui beside him.

"Puniam, how can you still laugh? We're doomed when the instructors arrive!"

When Chen Jiaju spoke to Stephen Chow, a look of collapse appeared on his face.
Because he had heard his superior, Raymond, say that Zhang Cheng was the most vengeful person!
Back then, Inspector Wong Bing-yiu called him "Diao Mao" (a derogatory term for someone who is considered petty or narrow-minded), and the other man remembered it even after three years of training at the England stadium. How petty is that!

"Ok?"

Looking at Chen Jiaju with suspicion, Zhou Xingxing asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Shi Migao and his men are suppressing Ma Shihao and his group, while we're getting beaten to a pulp by the South Asians? What do you think will happen when we get back!"

When asked to speak to Stephen Chow, Chan Ka-kui couldn't help but explain.

Upon hearing Chen Jiaju's words, Zhou Xingxing froze for a moment before exclaiming, "Huh?"

"What 'huh'? Think of something, bro!"

Looking at Stephen Chow with annoyance, Chan Ka-kui shouted.
"Holy crap, do you think I'm a god?! There are over ten rifles outside! People are going to die, bro!"

Looking at Chan Ka-kui in front of him, Stephen Chow began to explain.

"What do we do then? Are we just going to wait for the instructor to arrive? If we were in a different place, I'd take on ten of them, ten of them!"

Pointing arrogantly at himself, Chen Jiaju couldn't help but become serious.
Upon hearing Chen Jiaju's words, Zhou Xingxing glanced at him, then gave him a thumbs up and said, "Awesome!"

"oops!"

A scream rang out, and Stephen Chow immediately wiggled his hips and said, "I've been shot! I've been shot! Help me take a look!"

Looking at the spot where Stephen Chow was shot, Chan Ka-kui was furious and kicked out, saying, "Get out!"

"Ouch!"

He lunged forward, then collapsed to the ground with a scream.
After witnessing this scene, everyone began to retaliate.
Seeing the Flying Tigers, who were previously too afraid to show themselves, suddenly appear, the South Asians roared in anger and began firing their guns in a flurry.
Just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, a whooshing sound rang out.
Zhang Cheng rushed out from the side, repeatedly pulling the trigger of his revolver.
"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the South Asians were shot between the eyebrows, falling into pools of blood.

Stunned by the sight, Stephen Chow exclaimed with overjoyed, "The instructors are here! Brothers, let's go!"

Hearing Stephen Chow's words, the previously suppressed Flying Tigers rallied and launched a counterattack.

Looking at the trainees in front of him, who had been beaten up like this by a group of South Asians, Zhang Cheng wondered if he was "too kind." He should have trained them to the standards of a special forces team!

Holding his revolver, Zhang Cheng fired precisely, killing the South Asian man wielding a rifle. He then quickly ejected the magazine, preparing to reload.
But just then, the leader of the South Asians roared and charged forward, delivering a flying kick to Zhang Cheng's neck.
After witnessing such a powerful and heavy blow land, Zhang Cheng stared at him with a smile on his face.
"what?"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, the South Asian man's face showed terror.
You know, he's been learning Muay Thai since he was a child. That kick would bend even a steel pipe. So why is the person in front of him completely unharmed? Is he a monster?
"He doesn't even have the strength to hit someone, yet he calls himself a ruthless bandit?"

Speaking fluently in a South Asian language, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sneer, "No wonder you're a South Asian monkey! You've even learned it wrong!"

"Bastard, I'll kill you!" The South Asian leader, glaring angrily at Zhang Cheng, went completely mad upon hearing those words.
In their eyes, other Southeast Asians were the real barbarians; they were simply not recognized by the Central Plains dynasties.

South Asian: You can say I'm mixed race, but you can't say I'm a monkey!
Zhang Cheng: Bastard?
Stephen Chow: Instructor, if you weren't "full of martial virtue," you'd be beaten to death sooner or later!
"Drink!"

With his hands in a gesture of determination, Zhang Cheng grinned maliciously and hooked his finger, saying, "Come on!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng raise his "One Finger to the Central Plains" stance, the South Asian roared and charged forward.

"boom!"

His elbow swept out like a scythe, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
But just as he was about to hit Zhang Cheng, he froze on the spot, his eyes instantly becoming clear.

"Go ahead and hit! Why did you stop? Keep going!"

Holding the revolver, Zhang Cheng rested his hand on his chin and couldn't help but smile.
Looking at Zhang Cheng, the South Asian leader revealed a simple smile, as if to say, "Isn't this unnecessary?"

"Oh!"

With a single shot piercing his skull, Zhang Cheng kicked him away, saying, "Damn it, what era are we living in? Still talking about Muay Thai? Times have changed!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, the Flying Tigers, who were currently fighting the South Asians, were dumbfounded.
They simply couldn't believe what they were seeing. They had originally thought the instructor would give them a spectacular "single" demonstration, but it turned out that there was a reason why many acquaintances called Zhang Cheng "Old Six"—because he was truly despicable, and extremely so!

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Many South Asians glared angrily at Zhang Cheng and roared in anger.
Because they simply couldn't believe that their leader had actually died at Zhang Cheng's hands!
Seeing the South Asian man turn and lunge at him, Zhang Cheng raised his revolver and quickly pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang!"

A popping sound rang out, and Zhang Cheng, after firing all his bullets, slammed the revolver away with a backhand motion.
Before the South Asian could react, his face was covered in blood from being hit head-on by a revolver, and he saw a figure rushing towards him, elbowing him in the chest.

"Hit the heart!"

"boom!"

With a whooshing sound, the South Asian was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the box and falling lifeless.
Staring at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, Zhou Xingxing covered his buttocks and said, "Wow, if you got hit by that, you'd be covered in bruises, right?"

Turning to look at Stephen Chow, Chan Ka-kui asked doubtfully, "Why don't you give it a try?"

"Never mind then, I'm still young!"

Upon hearing Chen Jiaju's words, Zhou Xingxing immediately refused.
Because he was just being defiant, not stupid!
Charging into the South Asian crowd, Zhang Cheng used his hands like knives to slash open their necks, then moved swiftly through the crowd.
Many Flying Tigers members were stunned as they watched Zhang Cheng swiftly and decisively strike.

Because what is this thing, the Terminator "T-800"?

After cleanly and efficiently dealing with the South Asians, Zhang Cheng brushed his loose hair back, lit a cigarette, and said, "Useless! I gave you a chance, but you were all useless!"

Wow, instructor, you're amazing!

He ran up happily, and Stephen Chow looked at him with excitement.
Upon hearing Zhou Xingxing's words, Zhang Cheng slapped him across the face and said, "You're trash too!"

Turning his head after being slapped, Stephen Chow's face showed grievance.

"I told you, we won't ask for help, but you didn't believe me!"

Looking at Stephen Chow with a speechless expression, Chan Ka-kui put his hand on his shoulder.
Before Chen Jiaju could finish speaking, Zhang Cheng, who had been pulling his hand back, suddenly turned it around and slapped Chen Jiaju across the face, saying, "You're trash too!"

They stared at each other, wide-eyed and stunned. Good heavens, not one of them escaped!
(End of this chapter)