Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 52: Pretending to be a gangster, a gangster is still a gangster!
He Yaozong was silent for a moment, then spoke into the microphone.

"Do you know the specific time and place of their transaction?"

"This...this kind of thing, will they tell me?"

"Then tell Ah Fa that Liang Kun doesn't trust them, and this deal must be led by you.

You've been selling New Year's goods on Temple Street for so many years, and your reputation wasn't built overnight. How could they not trust you?"

Yan Chanle seemed a little embarrassed on the other end of the phone.

"I... I'll call Ah Fa and ask him later, but I really can't guarantee..."

"Don't worry, I promise they will believe you this time."

He Yaozong paused, held the receiver tightly, and spoke to Yan Chanle earnestly.

"Yan Chanle, I am a man of my words!
Once you've taken care of this little matter, remember to call me back immediately.

School is closed for the next two days, so remember to spend more time with your children at home and don't make things difficult for me!

After finishing speaking, He Yaozong hung up the phone.

I went downstairs with my cell phone and found Xiwei outside.

After instructing him to arrange for someone to deliver a dessert to Yan Chanle's home, He Yaozong was about to go downstairs to find Wang Jianjun.

At this moment, the phone hanging on his waist rang again.

It seems that this is a turbulent time.

He Yaozong pressed the answer button slowly and walked towards an empty tea bag shop.

The call was from Feisha.

"He Yaozong, where are you now?"

"Sha Sir, I'm at home hiding from the typhoon. What's up?"

"If you want to avoid the typhoon, then avoid the typhoon. Close the doors and windows tonight and don't go anywhere!"

Feisha's tone seemed a little solemn. He paused for a moment and added on the phone.

"I'm not calling you alone. Do you know that Lian Haolong has gone crazy?!"

"Is there such a good thing?"

"Good news? Just an hour ago, the Zhong Xin Yi people successively defeated several of their sworn enemies in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Even his old friend, his rice boss, was forced to seek refuge at the police station.

His brother Lian Haodong is dead! He said he would massacre anyone who had a grudge against him. I'm not kidding!

He Yaozong couldn't help but be stunned.

He killed Lian Haodong in order to force Susu and others to use the warehouse that they had privately intercepted, and then to facilitate their transaction with Liang Kun. At the same time, he entrusted Wang Jianjun and others to rob Liang Kun of the payment for the goods and make Feisha rich.

But he never expected Lian Haolong's reaction to be so intense!
He said that he would massacre all his loyal and righteous enemies and bury them with his brother. It seems that I have underestimated his feelings for Lian Haodong.

But so what?

If you have the guts to come out and do drugs to destroy a family, you must be prepared for your entire family to be wiped out!

This saved him a lot of trouble. Lian Haolong had caused public outrage in Tsim Sha Tsui East. When the police pulled down their flags in the future, he wouldn't have to worry about preventing Zhong Xin Yi from reviving.

"Sha Sir, let me make it clear first, we are staying in Tudi and not going anywhere.

If someone comes to our door, we can't just sit there and wait to be hacked to death!"

"Anyway, you're on your own, Zhongxinyi is not under our group's jurisdiction!
I'm just letting you know. I don't want to have to walk through the streets to work overtime in this awful weather!"

"Sha Sir, I'm afraid that by then you won't be able to take care of it anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"nothing……"

Just as He Yaozong was about to find an excuse to get away with it, a loud noise suddenly broke out on the street outside the teahouse.

He Yaozong's face suddenly changed, and he made up an excuse and hung up the phone.

He opened the window, and sure enough, Zhong Xinyi's movements were much faster than he had imagined.

More than a dozen minibuses were parked on the roadside. Nearly a hundred knifemen, led by Luo Tianhong, were fighting with the thugs from the Sham Shui Po gang.

It seems that Lian Haolong really took out all of Zhong Xinyi's family assets to vent his anger!
In the front hall of the teahouse, there was a deafening sound of shouting and fighting outside, but three men were sitting on the sofa, casually eating melon seeds and watching the fierce battle outside with cold eyes.

Luo Tianhong wielded an eight-sided Han sword with ease, slashing horizontally and vertically, and no one dared to approach him.

It was like a raccoon entering a henhouse or a tiger attacking a flock of sheep. If he continued to chop at this rate, within half a minute, He Liansheng and his gang of thugs would be scattered.

The reputation of Zhongxinyi’s number one gold medal fighter is well-deserved!

"Brother Jianjun, that guy is really skilled!"

The target shooter dropped the melon seeds in his hand, stood up and clapped his hands, then spoke to Wang Jianjun who was sitting next to him with interest.

Wang Jianjun spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth, and his expression became more serious than ever.

"Yes, he is brave and fierce enough. I believe he would be a good hand in hand-to-hand combat on the battlefield."

The target boy smiled and said, "Can Jianguo and I beat him?"

Wang Jianjun answered frankly: "Jianguo is almost there, but you have a chance. Let's see who is faster."

The target shooter stopped smiling and did not act arrogantly.

"That's right. Even without the spray gun, I wouldn't dare to fight this guy easily. I just wonder how many moves he can take in your hands?"

Wang Jianjun sneered, sat up straight, and suddenly pulled out a black three-edged bayonet from behind.

"one move!"

"So confident?"

Holding the bayonet tightly, Wang Jianjun slowly stood up, his whole body stretched straight like an arrow about to be shot from a bow.

His eyes were fixed on Luo Tianhong, who was slashing closer and closer towards the teahouse, and he spoke coldly.

"The moves are fast but inaccurate, and the moves are disadvantageous!
He's just putting on an act, using this flashy weapon to kill people. He's just a gangster!

Wang Jianguo standing beside him also stood up.

"Brother, the boss only told us to take care of him. Should we take action now?"

"Of course we have to take action! Do you think it's that easy to make money? The morale of the He Liansheng group is almost gone.

To catch a thief, first catch the leader. Let’s deal with the leader first!”

Wang Jianjun nodded to Wang Jianguo, then holding his bayonet and with just a glance, all the brothers in the room stood up and strode out with their weapons in hand.

"Hey! You're interesting!"

Wang Jianjun had a clear goal and set his sights on Luo Tianhong as soon as he went out.

Luo Tianhong was enjoying the chopping at this time, and the group of people including Liansheng had been avoiding him when they saw him. But when they suddenly heard that someone dared to challenge him, they immediately became interested.

He stopped to take a breath, shook off the blood stains on the eight-sided Han sword, and his eyes, bright and sharp, quickly fell on Wang Jianjun.

Faintly, he could sense the fierce murderous aura emanating from Wang Jianjun.

However, Luo Tianhong did not think too much about it. He just stretched out the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, made a chopping motion, and rushed towards Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun held the three-edged military bayonet in his hand, still standing still.

Just as the Han sword was about to fall on his face, Luo Tianhong suddenly changed from a chop to a stab, actually predicting Wang Jianjun's blocking action.

Life and death are just a matter of seconds. Wang Jianjun has no idea how many times he has experienced such situations.

His movements were incredibly fast. Just when Luo Tianhong changed his moves, he turned around sharply and thrust the bayonet in his right hand back. The Han sword barely brushed past his back.

Looking at Wang Jianjun's three-edged military bayonet again, it had entered Luo Tianhong's back and exited from his left chest.

Blood was flowing out from his chest along the blood groove of the bayonet.

One move determines life or death!

"Cuckoo-"

Luo Tianhong let out a muffled cry from his throat, still holding the Han sword and maintaining the stabbing action.

But he was no longer able to take back his Han sword.

The past flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern. Once upon a time, I followed Lian Haolong to conquer the world and became famous for a while.

However, facing death, Luo Tianhong inevitably felt a sense of powerless fear.

But Wang Jianjun didn't give him any time to relax. He pulled out the bayonet and stabbed a hole in his neck.

Clang-dong-dong

First, there was the sound of the Han sword falling to the ground, and then there was the crash of Luo Tianhong's body falling to the ground.

The faith of the loyal, faithful, and righteous gang collapsed with the arrival of these two voices...

(End of this chapter)