Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

Hua Gulong had only taken two steps when he was blocked by a burly, hairy man wielding a baseball bat.

The burly, long-haired man stared at him fiercely, his tone icy: "Brother Yishan didn't tell you to leave, so you can't leave!"

Brother Shan, who was flirting with a woman behind the desk, saw Hua Gu Long trying to leave. His face darkened, and he roared fiercely, "You think you can just quit like that? What do you think this place is! Beat him up! Beat him to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several of his underlings in the office rushed up and gave Hua Gu Long a good beating.

Hua Gulong was just an ordinary henchman with no real skills. He was no match for these guys, and he had already been beaten several times and was covered in injuries, so he had no strength to fight back.

Based on his years of experience being beaten, he quickly covered his head with his hands, curled up on the ground, and tried his best to protect his head and vital parts, letting these thugs punch and kick him while he kept howling in pain.

Just then, the doorbell rang outside the office, its "ding-dong" breaking the chaos inside.

But the henchmen were so engrossed in their fight that they ignored the doorbell and continued to punch and kick Hua Gu Long.

The next second, "Bang bang bang!!"

Several crisp, piercing gunshots suddenly rang out from outside the door, their powerful sound instantly drowning out the shouting, cursing, and wailing from inside the office.

Inside the office, everyone, from the henchmen who were beating someone to the man who was being beaten, stopped instantly, stunned.

It was gunfire!

After a moment of panic, the long-haired, burly man near the door came to his senses.

He gripped the baseball bat tightly and cautiously walked to the door, intending to peek through the peephole to see who was so bold as to fire a shot on Dong Le Company's territory.

But just as he got close to the door and his eye was near the peephole, a gunshot rang out. The bullet went straight through the peephole and hit him in the head. The hairy, burly man didn't even utter a sound before he fell straight down, dying instantly. Blood stained the ground in front of the doorway.

When Brother Yishan saw this, he was so frightened that his face turned pale instantly. He lost all his previous arrogance and hurriedly pushed away the woman in his arms, scrambling to hide under the desk.

In a panic, he realized what was happening, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, muttering repeatedly, "It's over...they've come knocking..."

Hua Gulong was also trembling with fear. Taking advantage of the chaos, he quickly crawled under the desk and huddled in a corner with Brother Yishan, not daring to make a sound, even his breathing became cautious.

All he wants now is to save his life. He doesn't care who's outside, as long as they don't kill him.

The arrival of the assassin indirectly saved the Bone-Melting Dragon.

With a loud "bang!", the office door was kicked open.

A man in a black suit walked in, holding a pistol in his hand. His eyes were cold, and he exuded a strong murderous aura as he scanned everyone in the office.

The henchmen were so frightened that they trembled all over, standing still, too afraid to move, and didn't even have the courage to run away.

Before they could react, the assassin raised his pistol and fired several shots in quick succession. "Bang bang bang!" After a few gunshots, several henchmen were hit and fell to the ground, dying instantly. The office was instantly filled with the smell of blood, a gruesome sight.

After taking care of his henchmen, the assassin pointed his gun at the desk and shouted in a low voice, "Come out! I know you're in there!"

Brother Yishan, hiding under the desk, was terrified. He covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound, and dared not go out.

Hua Gu Long huddled to the side, watching Yi Shan Ge's cowardly appearance.

Where did that arrogance go?

He knew that the assassin would find them sooner or later. Rather than both of them being found, he thought it better to push Brother Yishan out, so that he might still have a chance to survive.

Thinking of this, he took advantage of Yishan's inattention, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked Yishan away.

Caught off guard, Brother Yishan was kicked and stumbled out from under the desk, falling to the ground, trembling all over. When he looked up, he saw a gun pointed directly at him.

He composed himself, recognized the assassin before him, and hurriedly said, trembling, "It's you! You should have told me you were coming to Hong Kong to see me sooner, so I could have given you a welcome dinner... Let's talk this out, let's talk this out..."

The assassin, filled with rage, glared coldly at Brother Yishan and roared, "You think you can treat me well?! My brothers are all dead! It's all because of you!"

"Where did you put that money?" The assassin brought the gun closer to Yishan's head, as if he would shoot immediately if Yishan dared to say no.

Brother Yishan avoided the question about money, repeatedly arguing, "What happened last time had nothing to do with me. I lost all my goods and suffered heavy losses. I was a victim too... Believe me, I really don't know where the money is..."

It was obvious that the two of them knew each other before, had even done business together, and might even have been involved in some illegal activities. However, things changed later; the hitman's brother died, and the money disappeared. That's why they came here to settle scores with Brother Yishan.

"You won't tell me?"

The assassin ignored Yishan's excuses and his murderous intent intensified. With a "bang," a gunshot rang out, and the bullet struck Yishan's leg, causing blood to gush out instantly.

"Ah!!" Brother Yishan let out a piercing scream, his whole body convulsing in pain. Cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes, but he dared not move and could only lie on the ground, wailing incessantly.

Ali squatted down, staring coldly at Brother Yishan, and said, "I've already asked someone in prison to inquire with Wang Kun. He settled all his debts before taking the goods to trade with the Vietnamese gang! You still dare to say you have no money? You really won't tell me?"

"I really don't know, I've never seen money before, you have to believe me..." Brother Yishan kept arguing, his face as pale as paper.

He was gambling, gambling that the assassin wouldn't kill him until he saw the money.

The assassin's eyes flashed with impatience as he saw that Brother Yishan still refused to tell the truth.

He came for the money, and a moment of hesitation flashed through his mind.

Then he stood up, turned to look at the woman trembling in the corner, took a few steps forward, grabbed her hair, and shoved her onto the desk.

The woman was terrified, struggling frantically and screaming, "No, don't touch me, help me..."

"Don't move!" The assassin pressed a pistol against the woman's back and coldly ordered.

The woman stopped struggling instantly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, constantly muttering, "No, don't kill me..."

The assassin turned to look at Brother Yishan, who was lying on the ground, and asked in a deep voice, "Will you talk or not?! Where is the money?!"

The woman trembled with fear. In her struggle, her dress got caught on the edge of the table and was torn to shreds with a "whoosh".

She was even more terrified and cried even louder: "Ahhh! Don't touch me! Help!"