Hong Kong film: The Ni family tycoon, who kills people and then amasses an army.

Then, seemingly having had his fill of playing around, White Ghost unleashed a lightning-fast punch that shattered the plane's throat.

The plane was completely drained of strength; clutching its throat, it collapsed to its knees, utterly powerless.

Swish!

The samurai sword flashed, decapitating the plane in a single blow.

"Mr. Ni, mission accomplished."

White Ghost, carrying the nose of the airplane, approached Ni Yongyao.

Not far away, Longhair saw this scene and felt a chill run down his spine.

Fei Ji was already one of the most powerful figures in the Wo Shing Society, but unexpectedly, compared to Ni Yongyao's bodyguards, he was nothing.

Long Hair saw the defeated Wo Luen Shing underlings and realized that this time, things were likely going badly for him.

Thinking of this, Long Hair reached behind his back, pulled out his pistol, and prepared to fight to the death.

Even if I die, I'll drag Ni Yongyao down with me.

However, just as Long Hair drew his gun and before he could even aim at Ni Yongyao, he saw an iron ball and a dart flying towards him at high speed.

boom!

The meteor hammer slammed heavily onto the long-haired face, the immense force smashing his entire face to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the dart pierced deeply into his forehead.

Longhair fell down without uttering a sound.

Kuriyama Chiaki retrieved her meteor hammer, shook off the blood, and continued to be vigilant about her surroundings as if nothing had happened.

"Well done."

Ni Yongyao looked at the two assassins beside him and praised them.

soon.

The bar quieted down again.

At this point, not a single one of the Wo Shing Wo brothers was left standing.

Along with the plane and the long-haired man, everyone turned into corpses.

"Gold coin +1!"

"Gold coin +1!"

"gold……"

System prompts kept appearing in Ni Yongyao's mind.

In the end, I received a total of 305 gold coins.

Among them, Airplane and Longhair each contributed 50 gold coins.

Ni Yongyao looked at his increased bank balance and showed a satisfied expression.

Of course, the assassins didn't come without losses after eliminating so many of Wo Shing's underlings.

In this battle, a total of twenty-three assassins died, including a two-star assassin.

The surviving assassins are mostly only slightly injured.

Those who were seriously wounded had already perished in battle, taking their opponents with them.

“Mr. Ni, I’m sorry, I failed in my duty and allowed Wo Luen Shing to get in…”

Han Chen approached Ni Yongyao, looking remorseful.

"It's none of your business. With so many people from Wo Luen Shing coming, you've already done a great job by holding out until I arrived."

Ni Yongyao patted Han Chen on the shoulder and said, "The rest is up to you. Clean this place up thoroughly, don't leave any trace, understand?"

"Mr. Ni, please rest assured, I understand."

Han Chen nodded emphatically.

Ni Yongyao then left some people for Han Chen and left the bar with Bai Lingyin and the others.

They came outside and were about to return to the Ni family home.

Several cars sped up and screeched to a halt on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Ni Yongxiao and his third uncle got out.

"Ah Yao! How is it?"

Uncle San ran over with a gun, followed by seven or eight burly men, all of whom were gunmen employed by the Ni family.

"Brother, where are the people from Wo Shing?"

Ni Yongxiao also ran over, followed by Luo Ji and Chen Yongren.

"It's alright, it's all resolved."

Ni Yongyao glanced at Chen Yongren and said calmly.

"Is everything resolved?"

Uncle San and Ni Yongxiao were both stunned, as they both knew how many people Wo Luen Shing had mobilized this time.

I thought we were in for a tough battle, but by the time I got there the dust had already settled.

"Ah Yao, who are these people?"

Uncle San noticed that the number of assassins around him had clearly increased significantly.

"I felt I was short-handed because of the connections I made while studying abroad, so I called them over as well."

Ni Yongyao made up a reason on the spot.

After saying that, he didn't care whether his third uncle and Ni Yongxiao believed him or not, and pulled them into the car.

"Brother, what happened inside?"

Chen Yongren looked out the car window at the bar.

But a large group of assassins blocked the doorway, obscuring all prying eyes.

"Kids shouldn't be so curious. The more you know, the faster you'll die."

Ni Yongyao said quietly.

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Chapter Seventeen: Wo Luen Shing suffers a setback and admits defeat! Mercenary Hammer Bro!

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"Hello? Airplane?"

Lin Huai Le looked at the mobile phone that had suddenly lost connection, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"What's going on? Has something happened?"

Upon seeing this, Big D immediately pressed for details.

"It's not clear yet. The plane just reported that it had taken over all the venues in Modidao, and then the call was cut off."

As Lin Huai Le spoke, he dialed the airplane number.

However, only a busy tone came from the loudspeaker.

Big D also picked up his mobile phone and called his trusted confidant, Long Hair.

The call still failed.

"Oh no, something really has happened."

"Big D said."

Lin Huaiyue nodded slowly and said, "It seems the Ni family's support has arrived."

This was within Lin Huai Le's expectations; the purpose of this operation was to probe the Ni family's background.

In Lam Wai-lok's plan, if the Ni family were to weaken, he would occupy the territory he had conquered and use it as a bridgehead to gradually erode Tsim Sha Tsui.

If the Ni family retaliates in time, even if they can't defeat the planes, they can still evacuate two hundred people.

At most, we'll just lose some manpower.

But now there's no news at all, and they can't even contact anyone, which makes Lin Huai Le restless.

"hold on."

Lin Huai-le lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

And so they waited, and a whole night passed.