Hong Kong General: Hang me up and open it, the side effects of the young and dangerous guys will be

Chapter 93: Tornado's Aura, the First Game is a Grudge Game
In Kowloon Walled City, you can choose not to give face to others, but you must give face to the tornado.

In addition to his outstanding kung fu, he is also impeccable in doing things.

Tornado has a very high reputation in Kowloon Walled City.

In the original drama, if Tornado was at his peak, he should have been able to defeat Wang Jiu, but unfortunately Tornado was suffering from a terminal illness at that time.

Seeing that Tornado came in person to mediate the fight, Lian Haolong and Jiang Tiansheng had no choice but to give him face.

After all, Kowloon Walled City was someone else's territory, and Tornado was older than both of them.

"For the sake of the boss, I will not bother with you for the time being, but tonight I will definitely make you feel the taste of despair."

Under the powerful aura of the tornado, Lian Haolong said no more, took his younger brothers and walked towards the exit of the passage first.

"Let's go!" Jiang Tiansheng also led the Hongxing people away.

Ever since Chen Haonan suffered several serious losses at the hands of Ye Wenxiao, he dared not say a word.

Ye Wenxiao did not argue about who should enter first.

Lian Haolong and Jiang Tiansheng do have more experience in the underworld than him, so they might be accused of not following the rules by the bosses of other gangs.

What's more, it's meaningless to argue about these meaningless things. What matters most is who is the final winner.

"Damn! These two old bastards!" Big Head looked unconvinced.

"Big Head, why are you in such a hurry? They have placed a huge bet. They will cry soon."

After saying that, Ye Wenxiao looked at the tornado carefully.

Tornado was wearing glasses, his hair was graying, and he looked gentle and refined. He didn't look like a once powerful boss at all.

Tornado also looked at Ye Wenxiao, and he couldn't help but shudder as soon as their eyes met.
He could see that Ye Wenxiao was a master of internal strength just like him.

"You are very good!"

Tornado couldn't help but show admiration for the fact that he had developed internal strength at such a young age.

"Haha, I've heard about the reputation of the tornado in Kowloon Walled City. Seeing it today, it's really as powerful as its reputation says. It's awesome!"

Ye Wenxiao nodded and complimented, then led everyone out of the passage.

"Boss, I always feel it's a bit strange that Tornado came out to mediate the fight. Do you think the people from the management committee have some interests involved in this boxing match?" Master Su reminded.

"Don't worry about him. As long as we win the boxing match, they won't be able to deny their debt!" Ye Wenxiao snorted coldly.

As I walked out of the passage, I heard countless noisy sounds echoing in the boxing gym.

There are shouting, spitting, and chatting sounds
Many people in the audience who failed to get seats had to squat on the sidewalk to watch, and the scene was packed.

Fortunately, there are two blank spaces below the ring reserved for the contestants.

At this time, the prince and Lian Haolong were already warming up, while Wang Jiu was resting in his seat with a calm look on his face.

At this time, Liang Kun walked up to Ye Wenxiao holding a portable fire extinguisher.

"I didn't expect that in just a few months, I would have to call you Brother Xiaosa."

Liang Kun seldom admired anyone, and Ye Wenxiao was obviously one of them. Ye Wenxiao's status in the underworld was not much inferior to that of Liang Kun.

It’s a pity that Ye Wenxiao didn’t follow him at the beginning, otherwise he would definitely take off.

"Hahaha, Brother Kun, I won't say more. I have a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment. I have conflicts with Hongxing, but it does not affect the relationship between us." Ye Wenxiao smiled.

"Xiaosha, I was right about you. I came here to support you this time!" Liang Kun smiled.

Aren’t you afraid that Hongxing will have something against you if you do this?
"Hongxing doesn't belong to Jiang Tiansheng alone. Since he dares to bet, I dare to bet too. I bet 30 million on you winning!" Liang Kun said in a hoarse voice.

"Since Brother Kun is willing to believe in me, I will definitely not let you down." Ye Wenxiao said with a firm tone.

Anyway, you have decided to buy it now, so there is no need to hide it. You should be domineering when it is time to show it.

These words made Liang Kun feel much more at ease.

Not long after, the time quickly came to nine o'clock in the evening, and the Kowloon Walled City Management Committee announced the list and order of the matches. The first match was Lian Haolong against Luo Tianhong, the second match was Prince against Gao Jin, and the last match was Wang Jiu against Ye Wenxiao.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this arrangement was not very friendly to Ye Wenxiao's side.

"Master Su, you really got it right. The management committee said it was a lottery, but I think it was actually a secret operation." Big Head said angrily.

Yao Wen and others also complained in dissatisfaction.

In fact, for Ye Wenxiao's side, the most ideal matchup is for him to play against Wang Jiu in the first game, and then let Luo Tianhong play against the prince, and Gao Jin play against Lian Haolong.

However, when Luo Tianhong heard that his opponent was Lian Haolong, a strong desire to fight burned in his heart.

Lian Haolong in the distance glanced coldly at Ye Wenxiao in the distance.

Huh, fight with me, you're a little too young.

Obviously, he had thought of such a matchup arrangement a long time ago. As long as he wins the first game, he will be as stable as an old dog.

I saw a nimble fat man jumping onto the stage first, looking down on the whole audience.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

The older gangsters all knew how powerful Lian Haolong once was, and they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Lian Haolong hasn't fought for many years, and many young people don't know how powerful he used to be.

"He's just a fat guy. What's so great about him?" said a yellow-haired young man disdainfully.

Snapped!
Suddenly a slap hit him on the back of the head.

"Who? Are you looking for death?"

The yellow-haired young man was furious, and when he turned around, he saw the boss staring at him with a bad face.

"Brother Long is my idol. If you continue to talk nonsense, I will break your legs."

"Boss, I was wrong!"

From a simple conversation, we can tell that many gangsters once regarded Lian Haolong as their idol.

"I know you're best with weapons, come up with your sword and fight me!"

When Lian Haolong, who was standing on the ring, said this, the whole audience was in an uproar, followed by crazy shouts.

Is there anything more exciting than bayonet fighting?

For these spectators, the most important thing is to be able to see a life-and-death match.

Immediately afterwards, a staff member came over and asked whether we agreed to use weapons.

Of course Luo Tianhong would not refuse, he was extremely confident in his swordsmanship.

Luo Tianhong even thought at one point that if he had a fair duel with Lian Haolong using weapons, he would not believe that he would lose to him.

Luo Tianhong picked up the Eight-sided Han Sword and jumped onto the stage with a graceful flip.

The two stood on the ring, staring at each other.

"Lian Haolong, let's end our feud tonight. I never believed that you were the best in the world."

Luo Tianhong drew out the eight-sided Han sword and pointed it at Lian Haolong, and the atmosphere became tense.

"Tianhong, you have followed me for so many years, but you still don't understand me at all." Lian Haolong laughed at himself and took the Shaolin stick thrown by Wang Jiu.

The Shaolin stick is made of ash wood, which has a hard texture and soft properties.

It is much stronger than the steel pipe that Lian Haolong held when he fought against Luo Tianhong in "The King's Avatar".

Since both sides were holding weapons, the referee didn't dare to stand on the ring, for fear of being killed if he was not careful.

(End of this chapter)