Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"With swords flashing and shadows falling, I'll show my skills for my brothers and bring honor to my family. Even death wouldn't matter..."

The door to the private room was ajar, and singing drifted out from inside, carrying a sense of heroic grandeur and desolation.

Lin Tian happened to be passing by when he heard the familiar melody, and he couldn't help but pause.

I couldn't help but glance inside. Several young people were sitting around a sofa, holding beer bottles. Some were humming along, while others were laughing and talking loudly.

Isn't this Chan Ho-nam, the boss of Causeway Bay?

The guy next to him with the buzz cut and a roguish look was Chicken.

Across from me sat a middle-aged man, dressed in a sharp suit, with an air of distinction; that was Brother B.

Lin Tian stood outside the door, watching this scene with a sense of wonder.

It's Andy Lau again, it's Uncle Da, and now even Chan Ho-nam and Chicken have come out.

Just how many things are mixed together in this world?

It's even more interesting now.

"Hao Nan, cheers!"

Chicken, holding a bottle of liquor, his face flushed, said, "We fought well today. Those bastards in Tsim Sha Tsui will have to avoid us from now on."

Chan Ho-nam smiled, raised his bottle and clinked it against his: "Don't get too cocky, the road ahead in the underworld is long."

Brother B sat to the side, looking at the group of young people with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

A person walked in.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was slicked back and shiny, and he had a half-smile on his face. He was clearly not a good person.

"Brother B, you seem to be in high spirits."

The newcomer smiled, his gaze sweeping around the private room before finally settling on Chan Ho-nam.

Brother B's expression changed slightly: "Ah Kun, what are you doing here?"

Handsome Kun didn't answer, but slowly walked up to Chan Ho-nam: "Chan Ho-nam, you've been making waves lately. I heard your reputation in Hung Sing is growing. Want to join me?"

Chan Ho-nam looked at him without saying a word.

Young Kun took a sip of his drink and said slowly, "What future is there following Brother B? Come with me, and I guarantee that within three years, the entire Causeway Bay will be yours."

Chan Ho-nam said calmly, "Brother Kwan, I appreciate your kindness, but I'm doing very well following Brother B."

Young Master Kun's smile froze for a moment: "Young man, have you thought this through?"

"Ah Kun, what are you trying to do? Steal my girlfriend?"

Handsome Kun chuckled and said, "Brother Kun, what are you saying? We're brothers, your underlings are my underlings, how is this poaching?"

Brother B retorted without mincing words, "Then your woman is my woman too."

Handsome Kun pushed the woman in his arms directly into Brother B's arms, saying, "You like her? Fine, you can have her. Why aren't you having any fun anymore? Are you too old to play around?"

"I don't want to, Brother Kun..."

Lin Tian listened outside for a few minutes before turning to look next door, cursing the world under his breath. "What a bunch of beasts!"

In the next private room.

Seven or eight thugs sat around the sofa, with beer bottles and ashtrays scattered on the coffee table.

"Why isn't Brother Lou back yet? Didn't he say he was just going to make a phone call?" A blond-haired kid, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, swung his leg around listlessly.

"What's the rush?"

A scarred man next to him took a swig of beer and said, "What business is it of yours what Brother Loudspeaker's affairs are?"

Huang Mao chuckled and was about to say something when Lin Tian pushed open the door and entered, carrying an axe.

Because the lights were too dim, no one could see what he was holding.

"Kid, who are you?"

The bald man spoke first, frowning, "Who let you in? So young, already going to a nightclub? Have you even grown your pubic hair yet?"

The thugs burst into laughter.

Someone whistled, someone slammed their fist on the table: "Kid, you've come to the wrong place! This is for adults. Go find your mom and ask her for milk!"

"Hahaha……"

The blond-haired guy chuckled, looking at the kid standing in the doorway, and casually asked, "Kid, did Brother Lou send you in? Was he making a phone call outside?"

Lin Tian silently closed the door to the private room, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips, which inexplicably made the thug closest to him feel uneasy.

What happened?

Why do I suddenly feel so cold?

"Yes, Brother Lou sent me."

Lin Tian's voice was soft and crisp. "He asked me to tell you something."

"What is it?" Scarface asked.

"Let you go and keep him company."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Tian suddenly sprang up.

The axe flashed through the air, heading straight for the bald thug who had just called him "kid".

"puff!"

Blood splattered.

The still-smiling head flew up, crashed into the wall, and rolled to the ground.

The body was still sitting, and blood from its neck sprayed onto the face of the person next to it.

The private room fell silent instantly.

Lin Tian spat and said, "Damn it, where am I small? You're asking for it."

"He killed someone."

Scarface was the first to react. He jumped up, grabbed a beer bottle from the table, and shouted, "Dare to kill our brothers? Kill this brat!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Seven or eight thugs suddenly attacked.

Some grabbed bottles of liquor, some carried stools, and some drew daggers.

What are they afraid of, a little kid?

If you can't even handle a small kid like this, how will you ever get along in Tsim Sha Tsui?

The first one to rush forward was Scarface, who raised a beer bottle high and smashed it down on Lin Tian's head.

Instead of retreating, Lin Tian advanced, slashing his axe upwards.

"Snap!"

The beer bottle shattered into pieces, but the axe continued its momentum, hacking straight into Scarface's neck.

"puff!"

Scarface's eyes widened, a mouthful of bloody foam gushed from his mouth, and he fell straight down.

The second, the third, the fourth...

The thugs rushed forward like madmen.

Lin Tian moved through the crowd like a black whirlwind.

With each fall of the axe, one person fell.

Blood splattered, screams, the sound of bones breaking, and bottles shattering mingled together.

In less than two and a half minutes, most of the seven or eight people had collapsed.

The remaining two slumped in the corner, their legs too weak to stand.

Lin Tian, ​​carrying an axe, slowly walked towards them, stepping over the blood and broken glass scattered on the ground.

"Big brother! Big brother! Don't kill me!"

The blond-haired man knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his crotch already soaked. "My older brother is Trumpeter. If you kill us, Trumpeter won't let you get away with it. He'll bring his men to kill you."

The other one also knelt down, kowtowing desperately: "Spare me, brother, spare me! Just let me go like a fart!"

Lin Tian looked at the two thugs kneeling and begging for mercy, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. With a wave of his hand, a corpse fell out of the space and crashed to the ground.

Huang Mao was taken aback.

Staring wide-eyed at the corpse that had appeared out of nowhere, his mind went completely blank.

A corpse appeared out of thin air?

Who would believe that if I told them?

Don't you want to be mistaken for a lunatic?

Upon seeing the corpse's face, the blond-haired man immediately screamed in panic:

"Megaphone Bro? Megaphone Bro! What happened? Megaphone Bro is dead?"

The other thug recognized him too, his face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled as he couldn't speak.

Is Trumpet Guy dead?

Their backer, the "Lord Trumpet" from Tsim Sha Tsui, is dead?

Was he killed by this child?

"You...you..."

The blond-haired man pointed at Lin Tian, ​​his finger trembling like a leaf. "Who exactly are you?"

Lin Tian did not answer.

His only answer was an axe.

"No!!!"

The axe fell.

The private room fell silent again.

The ground was littered with corpses and blood.

Lin Tian glanced around to make sure there were no survivors, then disappeared from the private room. Outside the nightclub, neon lights flickered, illuminating the night in Hong Kong.

"Oh no! Oh no! Someone's dead..."

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