Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

Seeing this, the proprietress quickly hid. Before hiding, the proprietress shouted towards the private room, "They're here for revenge! Be careful!!!"

Chapter 437 We are the Mixed Union

people come.

More than twenty people arrived, their steel pipes and long knives clanging loudly. Leading them was a lean young man with long hair; he seemed quiet, not particularly handsome, just average-looking.

The man next to him, clutching his stomach with a footprint on half his face, was the white-haired, short-haired guy who had just set off the firecracker. Hadil glanced at him and said to Jialuo, "This is a key member of Big Brother Bo's team at the Associated Press, I think his name was something like Tire Bro, he used to specialize in auto repair."

Haderen specialized in intelligence work and knew everything about the leaders and key figures under each gang. Jialuo gave an "oh" and calmly wiped "417's" mouth.

The white-haired man angrily said to the skinny young man, "Tire Bro, it's them! I came to collect protection money and told them to leave, but they wouldn't leave and even beat us up. They're so arrogant! Quick, kill them!"

Tire Bro's eyes kept scanning Chen Jialuo and his group. He felt that these people were familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

He glanced at Yamazaki Ryuji, Daimon Goro, and Haderen. The three of them were all incredibly muscular, like small mountains. Despite seeing that he had brought so many people, they showed no fear whatsoever, continuing to drink and eat their mutton soup as usual.

He retorted, "Where did you come from? What are you from? This is the territory of the Federation. You're messing with my people. Don't you know what death means?"

Ryuji Yamazaki took a bite of the pork patty, glanced at him indifferently, and said, "It's from Lian Sheng."

Upon hearing this, White Hair immediately blurted out his national treasure, "Damn! So what if they're from the Wo Shing Society? When they come to our United Society's territory, everyone else has to kneel down!"

Tire Guy kicked White Hair in the leg, sending him sprawling to the ground. He yelled, "Damn it! I haven't even said a word, and you dare to speak in front of me? If you want to die, just say so!"

White Hair dared not speak out in anger, and quickly got up from the ground, bowing and scraping as he said, "Brother Tire, I was wrong."

Tire Guy cursed Guo, then turned to Chen Jialuo and his men, saying, "Since you're all in this business, you must know the rules. You attacked my men on my turf, how are you going to settle this?!"

"I haven't even settled accounts with you yet. We were just having a peaceful meal here, and your people came in and started fighting! How are you going to settle this?" Daimon Goro was furious. He just wanted to have a quiet meal, but they wouldn't let him have a moment's peace.

He simply flipped the table over.

Unexpectedly, Jialuo and his friends reacted quickly, dodging to the side. The table hit Tire Bro and his group directly.

Jialuo was still holding a beef patty in his hand. He took a bite and said, "That was close." Luckily, he was quick enough to grab one, otherwise it would have been a waste.

Before they finished the mutton soup, meat and bones flew out and hit Tire Guy and his henchmen.

"Damn it! Brothers, get him!!"

“Go ahead!”

"They're the ones who got killed!!"

The private room was cramped, so Daimon Goro rushed straight to the door. With his immense strength and overwhelming power, he knocked down a group of them with a single punch. Occasionally, a few would slip through the window, but they were easily flattened by Chen Jialuo and his men. Before long, Tire Bro and his group were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Goro Daimon once again placed his foot on the white-haired man's face, looking down at him and saying, "Grandson, is this the reinforcement you brought? With this kind of fighting power, you dare to challenge your grandpa? Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?!"

White Hair begged for mercy, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I was really wrong, I'll never do it again, please spare my life, Grandpa, I was wrong, Grandpa..."

He tried to struggle, but couldn't break free at all; the more he struggled, the tighter the grip became. He felt like his brain was about to be crushed, and the fear of death caused him to lose control of his bladder.

A fishy, ​​pungent smell made Goro Daimon frown. Seeing a large puddle of slightly yellow urine between his legs, he found it amusing and said to Chen Jialuo, "Brother Luo, look! This guy is so scared he peed his pants."

Weiss looked over, flicked the ash from her cigarette, and said, "If you're afraid of dying, why are you still out here? You should quit and go take care of your grandpa. This world of people killing each other isn't for you."

The mocking voice added to the white-haired man's fear and shame, causing his mental state to completely collapse, and he burst into tears. While crying, he even let out a few foul-smelling farts.

The smelly Jialuo covered his nose and said, "Damn it, hurry up and let him go. If he falls out of your pocket, it'll be disgusting."

Goro Daimon withdrew his foot, and the white-haired man ran away crying and scrambling, letting out three farts in succession as he ran.

He stared at the disheveled figure of the white-haired man, covered his nose, and said disdainfully to Tire Bro lying on the ground, "The Union is declining, huh? They want everything. If they know it won't work, they should vacate their territory sooner so our Brother Luo can move in sooner."

"Brother Luo?" Tire Guy leaned against the table leg, one hand clutching his chest, panting heavily. The table had just flown over and hit him squarely in the chest.

Chapter 438 Are you Chen Jialuo? (Fearful)

Then there was a crisp cracking sound. Immediately afterwards, he was in so much pain that he couldn't even get up. Based on his experience, he judged that at least two ribs were broken.

He dared not move, fearing that the broken bones might puncture his internal organs.

Tire Bro stared at Jialuo in surprise, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Chen Jialuo, you're Chen Jialuo?" In the underworld of Hong Kong, anyone who doesn't know Chen Jialuo is just wasting their time.

He rose from a lowly Tommy to become the leader of Causeway Bay, then challenged Fat and the slut. In the Battle of Firestone Island, he led his elite gang to reduce the Hung Hing triad to half its former glory. He also fought Broken Tooth Giant, effectively cutting off his reach into Hong Kong. Later, he joined forces with Hung Hing to fight Tung Sing, wiping them out completely.

One by one, he had offended Hung Hing, San Wo Gang, Number Gang, and even their own United Society, all by himself. Within the Wo Luen Shing triad, figures like Tai Po Hei also wanted to get rid of him. The underworld offered as much as 5 million for a headshot, but no one dared to take it.

When Tire Guy speaks, his mouth is trembling.

Jialuo declared, "I will never change my name or surname; I am Chen Jialuo. Anyone who wants to cause me trouble is welcome." As soon as he finished speaking, Daimon Goro and the others followed him and self-destructed.

"Your grandpa is Daimon Goro. Come and get me if you want." Daimon Goro gave a thumbs-up, pointing it at himself with disdain.

“I am your father, Hadiron,” Hadiron said with a smile.

"Yamazaki Ryuji, my venue is in Tsim Sha Tsui." Yamazaki Ryuji put his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent.

“Vise, the top dog in North Point, easy to find.” Vise raised the corner of her mouth and lifted her eyelids slightly.

Tire Bro trembled at the mere mention of Chen Jialuo's name, and now, hearing his henchman speak, he inwardly cursed, "Damn it! What kind of person has Bozi messed with?! Damn it! I'll throw this bastard into the sea to feed the fish when we get back!!!" Being a man of principle, he quickly begged for forgiveness, saying, "No, no, I was blind this time and offended Brother Luo and everyone else. Please forgive my rudeness."

"Take your men and get out of here!" Chen Jialuo stared at him coldly. "Go on, call your boss, Brother Dabo, over here."

Tire Guy's heart skipped a beat, sweat dripped down his face, and he said, "No, no, no, I wouldn't do that."

Chen Jialuo said, "I don't care if you dare or not. If you dare to yell, we dare to do it. Get lost!"

Tire Guy scrambled away with his henchmen, and the shop returned to calm, though the mess on the floor testified to what had just happened.

Hearing the commotion, the owner and his wife cautiously emerged from their hiding place. As soon as they appeared, the two knelt down in front of them and began to kowtow.

Hadilan asked, "Why are you kowtowing?"

The proprietress looked up and first thanked Chen Jialuo and his group for chasing away Tire Bro and his gang. Then she said that she could no longer work here and that she had heard that they were the bosses of the Wo Luen Shing gang and wanted to set up a small stall to sell mutton soup on their turf. She hoped that they would accept the offer.

Chen Jialuo raised an eyebrow. This proprietress was indeed clever, while her husband was less so. He said, "Setting up a stall there isn't difficult, but you have to pay a deposit of 10,000 yuan first, which is non-refundable within six months. After six months, you have to pay a protection fee of 5,000 yuan every month."

As he said this, he looked at Goro Daimon and asked, "Is this the price?" He had ordered it before, but had forgotten about it for a long time.

Goro Daimon said, "Last month it was like that, but this month it's changed and it's increased to six thousand per month."

Six thousand yuan is a considerable expense for a small shop.

Chen Jialuo said, "So, you still want to go?"

The boss hesitated, but his wife gritted her teeth and said, "I've heard of your reputation, Brother Luo. You're the best in your territory. You only collect once a month, and no one dares to come and collect again. I'll go."

She knew that if she offended Big Brother's people here, the shop would be smashed no matter what. It would be better to go to Chen Jialuo's place, where there was still a glimmer of hope.

Chen Jialuo laughed and said, "You're smart. Alright, go ahead and find the investment promotion people. I also hope to be able to eat your mutton soup on my turf."

The proprietress quickly thanked her.

When Goro Daimon came out of the shop, he also brought five lamb trotters and two pounds of mutton, intending to have them as a late-night snack and breakfast. He also asked Weiss and the others to take some with them, so they wouldn't have to travel so far if they wanted to eat them.

Weiss said she wasn't particularly interested in lamb, as there was a street full of food stalls right next to her apartment, offering almost anything she wanted to eat. Yamazaki Ryuji said he didn't have a habit of eating late-night snacks.

Hadidron said he likes freshly cooked food, and since he has a car, he can come whenever he wants. Daimon Goro joked, "Don't run into Bo-zai and his gang again. If you run into him, a one-eyed guy, it might be a bit difficult to fight."

The nickname "One-Eyed Dragon" infuriated Heidern, who immediately challenged him to a duel, saying he hadn't sparred in a long time and wanted to have a go with Goro Daimon.

Chapter 439 A Visit to a Nightclub

Goro Daimon readily agreed, and before he could even nod, Heidern's fist flew towards his face with incredible speed and power. Goro Daimon quickly parried, and with a thud, the fist struck his arm, sending a powerful surge of energy crashing down on him. He staggered back two or three steps before finally regaining his balance.

Holy crap! You're serious?!

Haderen said, "It's a friendly spar, so how can it be a proper spar? Watch closely!"

He suddenly rushed forward and engaged in combat with Goro Daimon.

Chen Jialuo, Weiss, and Yamazaki Ryuji were watching from the side. All three of them understood that Heidern was angry, angry at what Daimon Goro had just said about the one-eyed dragon.

Just as a bald man dislikes being called a monk, a one-eyed person dislikes being called a one-eyed dragon. Heidern and Goro Daimon fought a back-and-forth battle, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Heidern's punches and kicks are wide and powerful, with a strong military style. Daimon Goro's moves look ordinary and unremarkable, but they are actually swift and strong, and being hit by them will result in death or serious injury.

Their fight attracted a lot of onlookers, who gradually formed a circle, cheering them on. Someone tossed out a coin as a tip.

Seeing this, others also started tossing coins and Hong Kong dollars, and before long, there were quite a few coins and Hong Kong dollars in the circle.

Chen Jialuo found it quite amusing and said, "If we go bankrupt, we can start a martial arts team and make a good living just from tips."

Weiss laughed and agreed, saying, "It looks like it's possible. But, will you make us perform breaking a boulder on our chest?"

She also watched many street martial arts performances, one of which was particularly popular: breaking a large stone on the chest. Whenever this act was performed, the audience was extremely excited, and it received the most tips.

She would occasionally give a tip, but she was also a little puzzled as to why ordinary people wouldn't get hurt in such situations. Most fighters were skilled in martial arts and wouldn't be afraid of these things.

Chen Jialuo said, "This show is very popular, so of course we have to have it."

Ryuji Yamazaki then said, "Then I'll go perform."

Chen Jialuo laughed, "Absolutely. You'll have to take off your shirt and show off your eight-pack abs. The girls watching will definitely scream, and you'll get the most tips."

By this point, Haderen and Goro Daimon had already exchanged fifty or sixty blows, but neither had gained the upper hand. As more and more people gathered, they lost interest in continuing the fight and stopped.

"Not fighting anymore?" Chen Jialuo shouted as he asked.

Haderen waved his hand and said, "Let's not fight anymore."