My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 929 Even after leaving Butcher Zhang, we still eat hairy pork.

Wei Dong felt extremely wronged.

A large convoy of more than a dozen cars arrived in Kowloon City, leaving the wife with a complex and ever-changing expression.

Zou Huimin dared not utter a sound, but sitting next to the proprietress, she found it difficult to control her expression, frequently glancing out the window.

I got off at the entrance of a glittering nightclub.

Someone immediately took the boss's luxury car.

The three of them stood in front of a door where the afterglow of dusk still lingered around five or six o'clock, and the neon lights had already begun to flicker.

Qin Yuye took her husband's arm and leaned forward to instruct, "Take his arm!"

Despite his hesitation, the administrative director still reached out his hand.

As a result, the boss slapped his hand: "Can't you even see through such a simple test? This is the boss's wife! I won't benefit from offending her!"

Zou Huimin actually covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

Qin Yuye peeked out again: "Look, look, I really rarely see you making girls laugh. Sigh, Third Sister..."

Shen Cuiyue was actually surrounded by several Taoist priests and a large group of South Asian men. She peeked out and smiled, seemingly not in a difficult position.

He gestured to the inside.

When Wei Dong turned around and saw that Long Zhenwei had also gotten out of the car, he simply took his wife's hand away and said, "You two be careful. I think it's more reliable to talk to men."

Qin Yuye then put on airs and said to Zou Huimin, "See? It means we're best friends. If a man is too shy to say it, he has to understand."

Zou Huimin hesitated for a moment, then nodded!

Finally, Qin Yuye had no choice but to mutter a vicious, low voice: "You actually had designs on me?!"

Zou Huimin stopped talking, but reached out and took her arm, her desire to make peace was obvious.

Wei Dong also wanted to maintain a peaceful attitude towards Long Zhenwei: "The business is still yours. I just hope to minimize the influence of triads and gangs."

Hearing Bai Zhishan speak behind him, the third-generation gangster frowned, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and asked, "How can you do business without a gang?"

He even pointed specifically and said, "I'm talking about this kind of business."

Because once you walk in, you'll find yourself surrounded by a huge crowd of beautiful women!

Television stations, at least, have "special forces" that can take on a hundred men each; a few dozen are enough to create a dazzling array of talent.

Several hundred here!

A vast, seemingly endless expanse, filled with people in heavily made-up, flamboyant outfits, a huge expanse of bare skin with exposed breasts and legs.

They were particularly rude, commenting on the three women in front of them and chattering amongst themselves.

Especially the outfits worn by the wealthy and beautiful Qin Yuye and the pure and sweet Zou Huimin, which are most likely to arouse women's disgust.

Wei Dong had never even stepped into a nightclub before.

Before the mainland even had a chance to do this, Hong Kong quickly skipped over the need for social engagements.

So when he walked in, he was surrounded by a huge crowd, looking around at all the seemingly luxurious and extravagant decoration styles, and he wanted to take a picture.

But his gaze shifted to the arrogant group of people in the hall: "Has the Long family not settled things internally yet?"

Long Zhenwei said helplessly, "This is the head coach of Xin'an and his disciples."

Seeing the two whispering to each other, the man opposite them snapped impatiently, "Why is there no man willing to step forward and make a decision? Zhenwei, what right do you have to be the leader!"

Long Zhenwei was probably genuinely uncomfortable with having to be on the front lines: "Uncle Qi, the elders have decided to transform the organization. These businesses are the Long family's own assets. The sale and adjustment have nothing to do with you. Don't confuse the two things!"

The head coach immediately retorted indignantly: "The Long family's property?! This is the common property of tens of thousands of brothers who have fought and died together. Why should you sell it off like that!"

Oh my, even Wei Dong could tell it was state-owned enterprise with a private sector feel to it.

In the late 1980s, many cases of individuals contracting state-owned assets eventually led to this situation.

When the boss quietly transfers assets and gradually registers them under a private name.

In the end, the company went bankrupt, the workers were laid off, but the boss completed his initial capital accumulation and became extremely wealthy.

The capitalist laughed and said, "What else? The legal contract clearly states in black and white that these assets have already been sold and have nothing to do with you. Go ahead and sue me if you dare!"

Some say that bad people never die a good death, but actually, evil people live on forever.

Because being a bad guy means no internal conflict, no moral constraints, and you can do whatever you want without restraint—it's really exhilarating!
Especially now, Long Zhenwei is standing next to Rang Weidong, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and showing that arrogant, self-righteous lawyer's expression.

These two really resemble that "money means you can do whatever you want" meme.

Enraged, the other party started cursing, "Who do you think you are!"
I'll kill you, and things like that.

Then someone actually rushed up and attacked.

However, this burly thug's tight black T-shirt had taut muscles showing through the cuffs.

The fierce and impulsive man had just approached when, in front of the Taoist priest in plain clothes standing to the side of Wei Dong, he suddenly swerved and was then hit in the chest and shoulder, causing him to stumble and fall back!

The other side immediately erupted in uproar!

But no one dared to draw their swords, because from the moment they sent people to take over, Wei Dong had instructed the TV station to send a film crew to record the entire process. Two shoulder-mounted cameras faithfully filmed everything from different angles.

Without an order completely controlled by gangsters, no one dares to leave evidence in front of the camera.

So none of the seven or eight men who rushed out with the enraged thug were armed.

I don't know if the Hong Kong police have any provisions on mutual fighting, but even if this kind of fight is seen by the police, it won't result in any serious crimes.

This head coach probably relies on having a group of capable and fierce players under his command.

Those self-proclaimed human weapons, the Red Sticks, must have felt incredibly powerful and invincible when they charged in!
Able to hold off so many people...

Unexpectedly, without a sound, the middle-aged and young men in front of the capitalist, some thin and some fat, who didn't exude any fierce aura, suddenly all slightly twitched their arms...

In fact, Wei Dong had never seen them either. Although these guys practiced their breathing exercises by the pool downstairs every day, they almost never went to his luxurious basketball court with its soft padding to play against each other, and he never saw them busy at the gym.

But now, I heard Long Zhenwei next to me exclaim in surprise.

Then they stepped forward in unison, dodging and dialing with effortless ease!
Using their momentum against them, they all slammed the seven or eight people on the other side back!
At that moment, the entire audience gasped in astonishment!
Especially the hundreds of singing and dancing women, many people screamed, but even more people in the back rows squeezed towards the front.

This made Wei Dong turn around curiously: "You know martial arts too?"

His demeanor is very much like that of a big shot.

Long Zhenwei's previously indifferent eyes now gleamed through his glasses: "Southern Fist, I practice the Cai Mo School of Southern Fist. I didn't expect you to have such powerful masters around you, and so many of them!"

Wei Dong felt incredibly pleased, but his face remained indifferent: "There are plenty of them in the mainland. These are all direct descendants of the Qingcheng Sect. Real martial arts sects would never allow enthusiasts to try and extort money from them."

Yes, it's that simple.

When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, those who are skilled in martial arts, such as "Double Flower Red Stick," "gang thugs," and "head instructors," are all at the level of amateur martial arts enthusiasts.

The Qingcheng Sect, an old sect that has almost avoided the turmoil of war for over a thousand years, has still managed to preserve much of the essence of traditional martial arts.

They now easily repelled the crowd.

They didn't immediately pursue, but instead steadily formed a swallow feather formation and watched their opponent.

Two of the head instructor's men, who hadn't made a move before, immediately stepped forward. One of them swiftly attacked the Taoist priest in the lead!

The other person followed behind to provide support and prevent them from rushing forward at once.

They clearly work together very well.

As a result, the Taoist priests also moved aside to make room, leaving the leading Taoist priest to fight one-on-one.

This is completely different!

Because the person who rushed up must be trained in combat sports like Sanda, their movements were swift and ruthless!
This surprised Wei Dong a bit, since traditional martial arts were said to be insignificant in the face of modern combat sports.

The Taoist priest, who was in his early forties, took several steps back to dodge, but then seized an opening and suddenly stepped forward, twisting his hands behind his back!
The clicking sound could be clearly heard in the nightclub lobby!

The movement wasn't particularly powerful or heavy.

Amidst gasps of surprise from many women, everyone noticed that the head coach's left arm was dangling limply...

But this man had already vented his anger, and he was wildly throwing punches and side kicks. Even if his movements were a little unbalanced, they were connected very quickly. If you weren't careful, you could really be knocked to the ground with one blow. In that case, if he got injured, it would be considered that he had won the situation.

However, such a frenzied fighting style is nothing but a joke in the eyes of a master.

The Taoist priest dodged the attack by tilting his head to the side, then slammed his arms down on the legs of the attacker who had missed.

What's even more ruthless is that his perfectly executed lunge stance places his knee directly under this leg!

It's a side kick, right? The instep and knee are perpendicular to the ground. His heavy knee strike precisely cushioned the side of the opponent's knee, the weakest point of the entire leg.

It's very difficult to break an adult's leg bone even with a stick.

However, the characteristic of the "dislocating tendons and bones" technique is to rupture the menisci and collateral ligaments on both sides of the knee.

An even muffled click...

It really was a clearly audible cracking sound.

Just moments ago, he was fiercely and violently attacking, but now he lies on the ground, letting out an unbelievable, terrified scream!

The contrast startled the Taoist priests, who all took a half-step back.

You acted like a pro just now, with such a brutal fighting style, so why are you yelling like a child when you're the one who's injured?

Shouldn't a martial artist be so resolute that they would never shed blood or tears?

The Taoist priest simply ignored it, finished his stance, and made a gesture for the person watching, indicating that he wanted to give it a try.
Surprisingly, this person took a sudden step back and then touched their lower back...

Without saying a word, the Taoist priest rushed forward, and two or three other Taoist priests immediately stepped back to block Wei Dong.

Long Zhenwei could see it all: the people around Bo Zai Dong were ruthless and reckless!
Because the Taoist priest, who was always by his side, managed to pull out a gun from the other party and, before he could even aim, pinned the man and the gun to the ground.

He didn't touch the gun himself, but his wrist was pressed tightly to the ground. No one dared to bet that he might pick up the gun and start firing!
The group of women screamed and created chaos.

Instead, it seemed to remind the head coach, who pointed from afar and adopted an arrogant demeanor: "Let's see what kind of business you can do, let's go!"

Then he abandoned the two of them and waved away all the women!
It was like a pack of jackals chasing a flock of sheep.

This actually relieved Wei Dong, who was wondering what to do with these laid-off female workers. Taking them away would be the best solution!
(End of this chapter)