Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Oh no! Someone's dead!"

The waiter, Xiao Wang, carrying a tray, walked to the door of the private room, pushed it open, and immediately saw corpses all over the floor.

The tray crashed to the ground, shattering the dishes everywhere.

In an instant, a large crowd surged over.

Some people craned their necks to look inside, some covered their mouths and backed away, and some squeezed to the front and stretched their necks.

Those who enjoy watching a spectacle never think it's too bad to stir things up.

Handsome Kun, with his arm around a woman in a red dress, pushed through the crowd and walked in. He immediately saw the scene on the ground.

A slow, amused smile crept onto his lips. "Hey, not bad."

He released the woman from his arms, his shoes creaking as he stepped on the broken glass scattered on the ground, and looked around.

His gaze swept over the corpses and finally landed on Brother B, Chan Ho-nam, Chicken, and the others who had also rushed in.

"Who did this?"

Handsome Kun, hands in his pockets, tilted his head, a clear provocation in his smile. "You didn't do it, Brother B, did you?"

Brother B's face turned ashen. "Ah Kun, what the hell are you talking about? I came in with you."

"Are you threatening me? I told you to play with women, but you wouldn't. So you're using this despicable method to show your power. Look at these people on the ground, they've been beaten so badly by your men that they're unrecognizable."

Leung Kwan took a step forward, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Brother B clenched his fist and stepped forward: "Ah Kun, you're talking nonsense! We were just next door, how could we have come here to fight? If you keep spouting nonsense, believe me, I'll make sure you can't play this game anymore!"

Liang Kun shoved the woman he was holding away. She staggered a few steps, almost fell, and groaned in pain.

Liang Kun tilted his head, looked at Brother B, and his smile deepened: "Brother B, look, you're getting anxious again."

"I told you to play, but you wouldn't. Now you don't want me to play either. Then nobody should play."

As soon as he finished speaking, two burly men behind him stepped forward simultaneously, their eyes fierce and their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Chan Ho-nam suddenly grabbed a beer bottle from the table and smashed it with a "crack," the sharp glass shards aimed at Handsome Kun.

Chicken rushed up and blocked Chan Ho-nam's way, his eyes bulging like copper bells: "Handsome Kun, if you have the guts, take one step forward, and I'll smash you so badly you can't make your porn movies anymore."

Several of his underlings also gathered around.

For a moment, the two groups were on the verge of exploding with tension.

The onlookers in the corridor were frightened and backed away; some began to sneak out, while others had already called the police.

Handsome Kun looked at the broken bottles aimed at him and laughed.

"Fine, B-bro, you've got guts."

He took a step back, and the two burly men followed suit, their gazes lingering on Chen Haonan's face for a second.

"Hao Nan, work hard with Brother B, or you won't even know how you died."

Handsome Kun turned to leave, but after a couple of steps he stopped, glanced back at the corpses scattered on the ground, and said with a smile:

"Oh right, the police are on their way. Brother B, you can have fun."

They disappeared down the corridor with their companions.

Brother B stood there, watching Liang Kun's retreating figure, his face ashen as if he wanted to devour someone.

Chan Ho-nam threw the broken bottle on the ground.

The pheasant cursed, "That bastard, I'll get him sooner or later."

Brother B waved his hand, his voice low and deep: "Stop talking, let's go."

"Brother B, these corpses..." Bao Pi asked.

"This has nothing to do with us, let's go!"

Brother B strode out.

Chan Ho-nam and Chicken exchanged a glance, then led their men to follow, walking very fast and hurriedly, as if they were hiding from something.

The onlookers didn't leave, but no one dared to approach the private room.

After watching the two groups disappear through the door, the nightclub owner picked up the phone, his fingers trembling several times on the dial pad before finally dialing.

"Hey, Brother Hua? Someone's died here...something's happened here..."

Outside the nightclub, the neon lights were still flashing.

Brother B led his men into a car, with Chan Ho-nam and Chicken following behind.

The car door closed, and silence fell inside.

"Brother B, that bastard, Handsome Kun..." Chicken couldn't help but speak up.

Brother B waved his hand: "Chicken, stop talking. We didn't do this today."

He paused, his brow furrowed, "But who did it? Seven or eight people, hacked to pieces like this, and we were right next door, we didn't hear a thing..."

Chan Ho-nam leaned back in his seat, watching the neon lights rushing past the window. After a long silence, he finally said, "Brother B, I have a feeling this isn't simple."

Brother B nodded and said nothing more.

The car sped through the night and quickly disappeared into the street.

On the way to Victoria Peak Villa.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure encountered an acquaintance, Hua Zai, who seemed to be waiting for someone.

According to the original storyline, if it weren't for him and his sister, JoJo definitely wouldn't have gone home immediately after leaving the police station, but would have encountered the henchmen sent by the loudspeaker on the way.

Andy Lau will go to save her, and then the two of them will develop a deeper relationship.

And so the tragedy began.

Should we deal with Andy Lau ahead of time?

That way, JoJo won't have any further contact with him.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head.

Never mind, he's Andy Lau.

Give him a chance.

After all, with the trumpet gone, there was no more rivalry between the trumpet and Brother Seven for the leadership, and no more Andy Lau's determination to avenge Brother Seven.

The plot has changed, and perhaps everything will be different.

However, just in case, it's still necessary to go up and give them a warning.

"Sizzle!!"

The sound of an axe scraping against the ground rang out.

When Wah-jai heard the noise, he looked up and saw Lin Tian walking towards him with an axe. His conflicted face immediately turned panicked and serious.

"Who are you? Did the loudspeaker send you? I told you I'll handle Jojo's matter."

"Solve it? How? Kill Jojo?"

"I'll make sure she doesn't tell anyone about us robbing the jewelry store. She didn't testify against us at the police station, and she won't in the future. I promise."

Andy Lau was stunned.

Lin Tian questioned, "What guarantee do you have? What qualifications does a robber have to make a guarantee?"

Andy Lau: "..."

"I'm not one of those people who talk big. If anyone dares to mess with my Jojo sister, I'll send them to see their great-grandmother."

Lin Tian leaped seven or eight meters in one stride to stand in front of Hua Zai. Under Hua Zai's astonished gaze, he gently tapped the axe on his face and whispered coldly in his ear, "You too."

Andy Lau was immediately covered in cold sweat.

Only because

The stench of blood from the axe assaulted his brain, and his instinct told him that he would die if he dared to move.

"I know you, Andy Lau, do you think being a small-time hoodlum is cool?"

Are you and your brother Qi awesome?

But I just took care of the loudspeaker and his henchmen.

Upon hearing this, Andy Lau's pupils widened, and he stared at Lin Tian in disbelief.

Lin Tian continued, "Do you know how many triads there are in Hong Kong?"

Tung Sing, Hung Hing, Yee Kwan, Wo Luen Shing, Triads, 14K, Viper Gang, Big Circle Gang... What kind of success do you think you can achieve?

Do you know what the three most important things are when you're out in the world?