Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Big B's car was parked in front of a tea restaurant in Causeway Bay. He pushed open the door and went in. Chicken, Bao Pi, and Jiao Pi were sitting around a table eating noodles.

Several people stood up when they saw him come in.

"Brother B, what brings you here?"

The pheasant, with noodles still in its mouth, asked in a muffled voice.

Big B didn't sit down, looking at them with a serious expression: "Where's Hao Nan?"

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Bao Pi put down his chopsticks: "Brother Hao Nan? We haven't seen him in a long time, we don't know where he went."

"You didn't know?" Big B's brows furrowed even more.

Chicken shook his head, then suddenly leaned closer and whispered, "Brother B, what happened? There are rumors outside that Brother Hao Nan killed Crow and Smiling Tiger, along with seventy or eighty members of Tung Sing."

"Zun Du is fake? Why do I feel like I'm listening to a storyteller? You said Brother Hao Nan could take on ten people at once, but seventy or eighty people is outrageous."

Foreskin and Banana Peel also came over, their six eyes fixed on Big B.

Big B was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "It's true. Crow and Smiling Tiger are dead. Two of Tung Sing's gangs were wiped out, seventy or eighty people, all dead. Their bodies are at the police station."

The tea restaurant fell silent for a moment.

"Holy crap!"

Chicken slammed his hand on the table, sending bowls and chopsticks flying and soup splashing everywhere. "Brother Hao Nan all by himself? He really killed seventy or eighty people?"

The opening of the foreskin can fit an egg.

The banana peel noodles slipped out of his mouth and fell into the bowl without him noticing.

The pheasant's eyes lit up, so bright it was frightening.

When did Brother Hao Nan become so amazing?

Has he been hiding his true abilities all along?

Or did you learn some kind of martial arts?

His eyes darted around, and he leaned closer to ask, "Brother B, do you think if Brother Hao Nan taught me a few moves, I could be invincible?"

Big B glared at him: "Stop thinking about all that nonsense. The most important thing right now is to find Hao Nan."

He looked at the group of people. "You really don't know where he is?"

Baopi scratched his head: "Brother B, we don't know where Brother Haonan is, but we can go look for him. We'll find him soon."

Big B nodded, his expression grave: "Find him as soon as possible and make him hide. The people from Tung Sing have gone mad; they're determined to kill Ho Nam to avenge him."

Hao Nan has really gone too far this time; that's seventy or eighty lives lost. Both the legitimate and criminal worlds are looking for him.

Pheasant and Foreskin also realized the seriousness of the situation and dared not be careless.

"Understood, Brother B."

The pheasant dropped its playful grin. "Let's go find it right now."

Big B nodded, turned around and left.

Chicken watched his retreating figure disappear through the door, then turned to Bao Pi and Jiao Pi: "What's the point of eating anymore? Let's go find Brother Hao Nan!"

The three people threw down their chopsticks and rushed out of the tea restaurant.

Inside the church.

Chan Ho-nam sat on a bench, his body wrapped in bandages and his face injured. The pastor sat next to him, holding a newspaper.

"Take a look."

Chan Ho-nam took the newspaper. The headline read "Gang Sing Clashes, Heavy Casualties" and the subtitle read "Two Tung Sing Branches Slashed, Seventy or Eighty People Killed."

His eyes widened, and his face grew paler.

"This...this..." His hands trembled as he held the newspaper. "Pastor, is this about me? How come I didn't know I was so amazing?"

The pastor nodded: "Now the whole of Hong Kong knows that you, Chan Ho-nam, single-handedly killed Crow and Smiling Tiger, and wiped out two branches of Tung Sing."

"But I didn't do anything!"

Chan Ho-nam stood up, his wounds aggravated, causing him to grimace in pain. "I was hacked to pieces yesterday, how can I go back to hacking people? Seventy or eighty? I can't even beat seven or eight."

"Who? Who is framing me?"

Shufen came out from behind, holding a glass of water: "Brother Nan, don't worry. My dad said that there are rumors going around that you attacked Crow and Smiling Tiger's gang to get revenge on them."

"Should I choose?"

Chan Ho-nam pointed to the bandages on his body, "I can't even stand up straight, how am I supposed to pick them up? Even if Jill turned purple, I still couldn't lift them, I'm being wronged."

Shufen handed him the water: "Whether you did it or not, everyone now thinks you did it."

The Tung Sing gang wants to kill you in revenge, and the police are looking for you too. You're in a very dangerous situation.

Chan Ho-nam took the water glass, took a sip, and smiled bitterly: "I'm more wronged than Dou E."

Shufen looked at him, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Chan Ho-nam asked.

"Little stutterer..."

Shufen paused for a moment, then said, "She's alright, but the police took her away. She was slightly injured when Crow and his gang kidnapped her, and she's in the hospital now. The police said she's the most important witness and they need to protect her."

Chan Ho-nam frowned: "She's been locked up?"

"It's not about closing off, it's about protecting."

Shufen said, "Once she recovers and gives her statement, she should be able to get out."

Chan Ho-nam nodded. Fortunately, there was some good news, so it wasn't too bad.

groove!

Am I getting too cocky?

Do you really think that killing seventy or eighty people is a good thing?

Feiming is utterly wicked.

The pastor stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Anan, you should stay here and recover. It's safe here, no one will find you. We'll talk about it after things calm down."

Chan Ho-nam opened his eyes and nodded: "Thank you, Pastor."

The pastor smiled, turned and left.

Shufen sat next to him, keeping him company.

The church was very quiet.

Chen Haonan felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

Who?

Who is it?

Which treacherous subject is plotting to harm me?

Clearly, deep down, Chan Ho-nam himself didn't realize that he had tacitly accepted this disaster.

This is both a misfortune and an opportunity.

Everyone only saw that he offended Tung Sing, but no one thought about how awesome someone who could kill seventy or eighty people by himself was.

If he can escape this calamity, he will surely rise to great heights, and with this momentum, he will command a huge following, and the whole of Hong Kong will become his legend.

"Chan Ho-nam killed seventy or eighty people by himself? That's a master. I like masters."

Feng Yuxiu, holding a newspaper, had a cold and stern expression, but his eyes were burning with desire, like a hunter who had found his prey.

The wounds on the dead were clean and neat, clearly caused by sharp weapons such as axes. What kind of skill is this?

I wonder if my skills honed over the past twenty years are enough to stop it?

He was so excited.

After shedding his burdens and arriving in Hong Kong from Chinatown, he was finally able to be himself again.

Years ago, several people were killed.

First punches, then kicks, followed by grappling; combining weapons and internal martial arts techniques, he spared no one.

It not only distinguishes between superior and inferior, but also determines life and death.

Unfortunately, the battle with Xiahou Wu was interrupted by an insider, and he was forced to flee to Chinatown to work as a private detective to cover his tracks.

Now that Feng Yuxiu has returned, Xiahou Wu didn't encounter him, but instead met a peerless master.

"I am not alone on this path!"

Feng Yuxiu sighed, his fighting spirit barely concealed in his eyes.

Xiahou Wu, you're out.

I have a new goal.

I don't love you anymore.

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