A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

"Hmm~"

"Eat well and become a big shot."

Li Jiaxin stood by the bed with a sweet smile, looking at Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu was somewhat bewildered; he even found it absurd.

Why does the Hung Hing Gang also like to use these methods of sacrificing women? And why does it always involve a Miss Hong Kong like Lee Ka-yan?

"you……"

In his previous life, Feng Yuxiu had only ever seen this kind of beauty on television. He had always felt that Li Jiaxin had the temperament of a classical beauty.

Especially the allure of her every smile and frown—she's a total heartbreaker.

I never expected that they would be standing right in front of me now.

Feng Yuxiu stepped forward and looked Li Jiaxin up and down.

He pried open her teeth amidst Li Jiaxin's puzzled gaze.

Although Li Jiaxin didn't understand, she didn't avoid it and just quietly watched Feng Yuxiu.

"Are you tired? Come upstairs and I'll give you a massage."

Li Jiaxin took Feng Yuxiu's hand and walked to the bedside.

Feng Yuxiu subconsciously took two steps back and grabbed Li Jiaxin's wrist.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, staring intently at Li Jiaxin's wrist.

Her pale wrists were covered with a dense array of wounds.

Li Jiaxin smiled slightly, "This happens often. I'm going to take a shower now."

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes.

The reason I challenged martial arts masters in my past life was precisely this.

All five of them are related to gangs; his past life was actually righteous.

However, the society at that time absolutely did not allow him to use martial arts methods to solve problems.

That's why he was shot and killed by the Hong Kong police.

Wang Zhe, a master of capture, was in charge of apprehending people, and forcing women into prostitution was his profession.

"That's interesting. It seems nothing has changed."

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at the same time.

In a brightly lit, bustling area of ​​Causeway Bay.

Several gangsters dressed in suits walked into a hotel.

The leader was none other than Prince, one of the current leaders of Hung Hing.

He led his men straight into the hotel room, where they saw a stunningly beautiful woman lying in the bathtub, her right wrist handcuffed to a nail on the wall.

He died in the bathtub from massive internal bleeding, blood still flowing from his major arteries.

The crown prince was stunned. His subordinates rushed forward to check, then stood up and shook their heads at the crown prince, "Dead."

The prince remained silent for a few seconds, then turned and pushed open the bedroom door. Inside lay a middle-aged man with long, slender arms.

This person is Wang Zhe, a master of grappling.

Seeing the Crown Prince enter, Wang Zhe sat up, lit a cigarette, and smiled at him.

"Hey, isn't this the boss of Hung Hing? You're here. It's been so hard to see you lately... Where's Tai Fei? I remember it wasn't like this when you invited me here, or do you have other helpers now?"

"You need to understand, Da Dong and Jin Mao Hu have already hired other experts. And these days you can't just use powerful guns casually. Are you planning to ditch me?"

The crown prince chuckled, shook his wrist, sat down, and looked Wang Zhe up and down, laughing, "You really are living a very empty life... I've been cleaning up your messes day and night... Do you know that the mess you've made is enough to land you in jail or even kill you?"

"You're starting to mess things up now, fuck you!" *Bang!*
Wang Zhe suddenly slapped the prince across the face, then grabbed him with both hands and threw him off the bed.

Blood began to trickle from the corner of the prince's mouth as he stared intently at Wang Zhe.

The subordinates inside the room suddenly took a step forward, but were stopped by the prince's gaze.

Wang Zhe swayed to his feet, staring at the Crown Prince with a smirk. "That's where you're wrong. How dare you swear? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be the leader of Hung Hing right now. Look at you, putting on such a show..."

Wang Zhe laughed and pulled over the underling who was about to make a move, affectionately putting his arm around his shoulder. "Hey... kid, you were just about to stand up for your boss? Good job, you didn't lose face."

The younger brother remained calm as Wang Zhe pulled and tugged at him.

"Actually, someone like you could kill me right now. Who do you think I am?"

Click.

The younger brother's arms were instantly dislocated by Wang Zhe.

The younger brother stared intently at Wang Zhe, his eyes fierce.

Wang Zhe suddenly laughed as he watched, and slapped his underling across the face. "Hey, why are you looking at people like that? You can't look at people like that..."

My younger brother is still watching.

Wang Zhe laughed out loud and slapped his underling's face repeatedly.

His face gradually became red and swollen, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, stop looking."

Wang Zhe laughed as he hit him.

The younger brother was a stubborn fool, still staring intently at Wang Zhe.

Seeing that his underling was about to be beaten to death, the prince took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it, and said, "That's about enough."

Wang Zhe's slap to his underling stopped in mid-air. The underling's eye was popped out, but his gaze remained fixed on Wang Zhe.

"madman."

Wang Zhe brought his underling over to sit on the bed, pointed at him and laughed loudly, "I don't know where you found this madman, but I really like him."

Then Wang Zhe took out a cigarette and lit it. "Me? I'm only staying here because I'm broke. Haven't I always told you? Damn it, with the advent of firearms, we martial artists are useless now."

“Even those thugs on the street might pull out a pistol from somewhere and shoot me dead.”

"Don't be so greedy. How much of your assets have you already received? How much more do you want?"

"Who can spend a few million? Do you know Hong Ye, the sword master? He makes millions just from one movie, and how many movies does he make a year? Huh? That's the kind of resources Emperor Entertainment's Da Dong provides him. And me? I'm like a madam!"

"How about you hand over the drug business to me? Give me the drugs and I promise I'll never kill these women again."

The crown prince fell silent.

Wang Zhe suddenly knelt on the ground and wailed, "Give me money, or I'll kill your whole family, I'll kill all of you..."

The prince took a deep breath and, sure enough, saw a pile of needles on the bedside table.

“I didn’t come here for this. Something happened… Dafei is dead, he died in Chinatown, New York, and… all your properties have been wiped out.”

Wang Zhe's eyes widened.

"One more thing, Chan Ho-nam is back... He's with someone who just arrived in Hung Hing today. It seems the old guys have reached an agreement since they haven't come out yet."

"I want you to kill the person next to Chan Ho-nam."

Wang Zhe slowly stood up, licked his lips, and said, "I'll just take out Chen Haonan."

“No way.” The prince stared intently at Wang Zhe. “Now that Chan Ho-nam is dead, everyone will think I did it. Chan Ho-nam’s influence in the gang is terrifying. Once they’ve decided it was me, do you think I can still stay in Hung Hing? Not only me, but you will lose everything too.”

Wang Zhe smiled and said, "Alright, take out the experts around Chen Haonan, and then you give me ten million, and I'll leave Hong Kong."

"of course."

Wang Zhe chuckled and continued lying on the bed, starting to insert acupuncture needles into his body.

"Tonight, tonight I'll go and kill him." (End of Chapter)