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

The two were very close, and as Yako spoke, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Do you think I'm a fool? If I wasn't absolutely certain of winning, why would I bet so much on myself? Alright, untie my hands."

Chen Jialuo offered words of comfort.

"no!"

"I've only ever loved one man in my life, and if you just die like this, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"

After saying that, Ya Zi tiptoed and kissed him.

Chapter 54 Battle of Firestone Continent, Level 8 Six-Harmony Spear! [First Update, Please Subscribe]

The clouds were thick, and the wind was whistling.

Sai Kung, Fau Shek Chau, is located south of Fu Tau Fun Chau, Hang Chau, and Sam Chau, east of Sha Tong Hau Shan, and north of the Ninepin Islands.

The island is full of strangely shaped rocks.

This is one of the few restricted areas in Hong Kong. The surrounding sea is occupied by the Firestone Island Fort, which was used for British military training. If anyone enters without permission, they will be imprisoned or killed on the spot by the British.

Therefore, no one lives here.

Sai Kung Pier was exceptionally busy today, with yachts, speedboats, and fishing boats carrying passengers one after another to Fau Shek Chau.

The island was heavily guarded by various gangs and factions, with many men carrying long guns and short dogs blatantly on their waists.

These people had already inspected the island and were responsible for security checks at the shore.

Apart from the participants of Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing, spectators who have undergone strict security checks before being allowed to disembark, and security personnel responsible for maintaining order, no one is allowed to approach within ten meters of the island.

The bloody battle between Wo Luen Shing and Hung Hing, involving hundreds of people, had been brewing for two weeks and, with the help of many forces, it caused a sensation in Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan. Moreover, it was spreading like wildfire to North America, Japan, South Korea, Europe, and other places.

In peacetime, a bloody battle involving hundreds of people, reminiscent of the gladiatorial arena in ancient Rome, is something that happens only once in a century.

Therefore, those who came to watch the battle or seek excitement today were not only gangsters and tycoons from Hong Kong, but also some tycoons and gangsters from Taiwan, Macau, Japan and South Korea, who booked their tickets in advance and rushed over.

The yacht slowly approached the shore, and the super-powerful gangster Axe Jun, wearing a trench coat and with a cigar in his mouth, jumped off the boat with a dozen new brand-name items.

Upon seeing Bearded Yong, Axe-Head Jun laughed and said, "Yong, two weeks ago, you had people exaggerating how amazing Prince Luo of Wo Shing was, tricking people into betting on him and saying he could win. A few days ago, why did you suddenly close the betting? And why haven't you reopened it since? What's going on?"

Bearded Yong forced a smile: "Making a little money is enough. Besides, if things get too out of hand, I'm afraid we won't be able to control it."

In reality, after the betting closed, Hu Xuyong and his group calculated that if Chen Jialuo won, they would have to pay out a lot of money.

"Wow, you're worried about making things too big? I heard you've already got several deputy commissioners of police and department heads on your side, and the Hong Kong government is turning a blind eye. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, we have to make the most of it."

Axe-Head Jun asked in surprise.

Bearded Yong said with a wry smile, "After all, you can't become a fat man in one bite."

Another triad yacht docked, and Deng Wei and a dozen or so Wo Luen Shing uncles disembarked.

Upon seeing the Wo Luen Shing group, the martial arts figures who had just been chatting and laughing scattered as if avoiding a plague.

"Uncle Deng! I hope you are in good health!"

Axe Jun reached out and waved to Deng Wei.

"Jun, it's been a while since we last met."

Deng Wei nodded and smiled at him.

Axe Jun was a major factor in the decline of Wo Luen Shing's strength to a second-rate triad. When Axe Jun failed to run for the position of leader, he took his gang members and went to Sun Kee for an exorbitant transfer fee.

From then on, Wo Luen Shing and Sun Kee would show off their horse racing skills in Tsim Sha Tsui every day.

Wo Luen Shing was utterly defeated by Sun Kee, and its strength declined after that.

The meeting between the two sides was not as tense as expected; instead, it was amicable.

Deng Wei nicknamed Chen Jialuo "Prince Luo," implying his hope that Chen Jialuo could lead the Wo Luen Shing into Tsim Sha Tsui.

After exchanging glances, the two sides arrived at the spectator area. The spectator area was located on a gentle slope, with some simple stools and chairs placed there, some distance from the fighting area.

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the crowd.

An oyster-white yacht slowly docked, and Hung Hing leader Chiang Tin-sang, accompanied by several bodyguards and dozens of Hung Hing members, disembarked.

"Old Chiang, congratulations. This time, Hung Hing is really going to become famous all over the world."

"Mr. Jiang, how about we have a drink together tonight?"

"Mr. Jiang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

A large crowd gathered, with many martial arts figures and wealthy spectators greeting Jiang Tiansheng.

Jiang Tiansheng revealed a confident smile, cupped his hands to everyone in turn, and then went to the audience area to sit with several well-known bigwigs and tycoons in the underworld.

For example, Ji Bao, the tycoon of the Xinji Lao Si Hu nightclub; Uncle Biao, the big water pipe of the Number Gang; the descendant of the Ma family, one of the four major families of the Money Era; and Luo Chao, the "King of Bridges" who owns the Da Fu Hao nightclub, etc.

A yacht slowly approached the shore, and a group of tall, burly thugs disembarked.

Suddenly, a murmur arose from the crowd:

"The War God Prince of Hung Hing has arrived!"

"Damn it, why is Thin Eyes here too? Isn't he Uncle Hing's henchman from the Kowloon branch of Hung Hing?"

"Savages? Aren't avages from Tuen Mun?"

"Damn it, when did Da Fei become a member of the Tsim Sha Tsui gang?"

Hong Kong is neither too big nor too small. Eighty percent of the people here are involved in the underworld. Everyone was surprised to find that people who did not originally belong to the Tsim Sha Tsui gangs were all here.

Everyone gasped in shock:

"Damn it, even the most famous Hung Hing fighters have come to join the fight!"

"It seems that Crown Prince Luo is doomed this time."

"It's uncertain how many of the hundred thugs that Prince Luo managed to gather will survive."

The War God Prince, who was the subject of much discussion among the crowd, blushed. After all, he had once boasted that he would take over a branch in Tsim Sha Tsui if Chen Jialuo wanted to borrow troops or switch sides.

"Where is Prince Luo?"

"Could it be that she's too scared to come over?"

"Hmph, if he dares to desert his post, the entire Wo Luen Shing empire might be uprooted."

Just when everyone was talking about it.

Another yacht slowly docked, with a hundred men on the deck dressed in uniform, some sitting and some standing, with an average height of over 1.8 meters.

Their aura was far stronger than that of Hung Hing, and each of them exuded a fierce and bloodthirsty aura, like wild beasts about to break free of their cages.

Among them, the most conspicuous ones are:

A man standing 2.3 meters tall and weighing over 300 kilograms stood with a large iron ball at his feet. This man was none other than Chen Guohan, nicknamed "Big Pig"!

On Chan Kwok-hon's shoulder sat a short, dwarf-like man wearing sunglasses, Choi Po-kin!

Two burly men, each two meters tall and with strong, resolute eyes, stared ahead: Maxima and Goro Daimon.

Two burly, imposing foreigners, arms crossed, stood before him: Ralph and Clark.

"A bunch of lackeys..."

A blond foreigner, so handsome he was almost unreal, like a god descended from European mythology, flicked a few strands of hair from his forehead, his gaze dismissive.

Standing beside him was a cold-looking red-haired man, his eyes equally disdainful. "Interesting."

These people were vaguely centered around Chen Jialuo, who sat in a chair with his legs crossed, holding a novel in his hands.

"Brother Luo has arrived," Yamazaki Ryuji whispered a reminder.

Chen Jialuo closed the book, casually raised his eyelids, and released a murderous aura that filled the sky.

Firestone Island, we've finally arrived!

Seeing the uniformly dressed Wo Luen Shing men, whose aura was far stronger than that of the Hung Hing camp, the murmurs in the crowd subsided considerably. Many spectators cheered that it was a great experience and that their trip was worthwhile. Now, it was time to see how strong Prince Lok's men were!

Many people will definitely die in this battle!

But the path is chosen by oneself.

In the world of martial arts, there is no turning back!

After the group disembarked, many security personnel came forward to check if they were carrying any firearms. Apart from not being allowed to carry firearms, there were no other strict rules for this battle. Even if you used banned drugs, no one would care.

"Tommy, you've been riding high for two weeks now, you've made a killing."

Gan Zitai stared intently at Chen Jialuo, his tone dismissive, even using the derogatory term "Tommy Boy."

"Gan Zitai, you should be glad you lived two more weeks."

Chen Jialuo said meaningfully.

"Tommy, huh? Don't be so arrogant. You'll be the first one sent down to sell salted duck eggs later!"

Behind Gan Zitai, his leader, Ghost King, stepped forward and pointed at Chen Jialuo.

"Fuck your mother, how dare you talk to my brother like that!"

"Do you know who this is? This is my brother Luo!"

"Who do you think you are, daring to spout such nonsense in front of my elder brother!"