Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Mr. Jiang?"

Dajun was somewhat surprised. "What brings you here?"

Jiang Tiansheng smiled, walked into the room, and closed the door: "Mr. Dajun, it's been a long time since we last met in Macau. I've come here this time with a favor to ask."

Da Jun invited him to sit down and poured him a cup of tea: "Mr. Jiang, you're too kind. What can I do for you?"

Jiang Tiansheng didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

After listening, Dajun remained silent for a moment.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then put it down.

"Mr. Jiang, do you want me to use my special abilities to kill people?"

"It's not killing, it's controlling."

Jiang Tiansheng said, "It will only take a few seconds; the rest is up to my people."

The army fell silent.

Having lived in Macau for so many years and seen all sorts of ups and downs, this is the first time I've ever used special abilities to kill someone.

He hesitated.

Jiang Tiansheng noticed his hesitation, took out a check from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

Five million.

"A deposit, plus another five million after the deal is done."

Dajun's eyes lit up.

Five million—he couldn't earn that much even after several years in Macau casinos, mainly because he didn't dare to win that much.

If you win too much, you won't be able to leave the casino.

He had had enough of being someone's subordinate all these years, which is why he came to Hong Kong from Macau.

Dajun reached for the check, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket. "Okay. I agree."

Jiang Tiansheng smiled, stood up, and extended his hand: "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

Dajun shook his hand: "It's a pleasure working with you."

On the other side, Kwan drove his car with his son, Handsome, straight to Victoria Peak.

His son, Liangzai, is a student at Lassa Primary School and is in the same class as Lin Tian.

Young Kun was afraid of dying, so he brought seventy or eighty men with him.

"Dad, what do you want with Lin Tian?" the handsome young man asked curiously.

Liang Kun glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense. When we get there, you're in charge of knocking on the door and calling him out."

"Why me?"

"Because you are his classmate."

"I'll knock on the door. What if he knows me? What if he doesn't know me and won't open the door?" said Leung Kwan.

The handsome guy pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Liang Kun looked at his son and said, "Go and ring the doorbell."

The handsome young man walked over and rang the doorbell.

The housekeeper came out of the house and looked at them through the iron gate. When she saw the burly men behind Liang Kun, her expression changed slightly.

Who are you looking for?

The handsome young man said, "Auntie, I'm looking for Lin Tian. I'm his classmate, my name is Handsome."

The housekeeper glanced at him, then at Liang Kun, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go call him."

She turned and went inside.

Liang Kun stood at the door, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled the smoke, and looked around. The environment was nice, quiet, and secluded.

The people who live here are all either rich or noble.

Who exactly is this Lin Tian?

Wasn't it supposed to be a mainland Chinese guy?

After a while, Lin Tian came out of the house, walked to the iron gate, looked at the handsome guy, and said, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

The handsome young man scratched his head: "Lin Tian, ​​my dad is looking for you."

He pointed to Liang Kun behind him.

Lin Tian also noticed Liang Kun, and he was surprised to find that Liang Zai was Liang Kun's son.

Liang Kun was also sizing him up. He was thin and small, and looked quite ordinary. Was this the kung fu master his son had mentioned?

He had some doubts.

"You're Lin Tian?"

Lin Tian nodded: "Yes, that's me. What do you need me for?"

Liang Kun didn't beat around the bush: "I heard you're good at fighting? I'd like to ask you for a favor, I can give you money."

"What kind of help?"

"Help me deal with someone."

Lin Tian asked with some interest, "Who are we going to deal with?"

"Feng Yuxiu".

"A martial arts master who goes around shouting 'It's not just about determining who's better or worse, it's about life and death,' has killed two of our Hung Hing leaders. We need your help."

Lin Tian frowned slightly.

Feng Yuxiu, of course he knew.

But should I ask him to help?

He smiled.

Why should I help you?

Liang Kun was taken aback, not expecting an eight-year-old child to ask such a question, but considering that the other party might have considerable Chinese kung fu skills.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "We can give you money. A lot of money."

"How many?"

One million.

Lin Tian shook his head.

Handsome Kun gritted his teeth: "Two million."

Lin Tian shook his head again.

Handsome Kun's expression turned somewhat grim: "So how many do you want?"

Lin Tian looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips: "I don't want money, I want Hung Hing to owe me a favor."

Liang Kun was stunned.

Favor?

This is harder to repay than money.

He hesitated.

Lin Tian noticed his hesitation and turned to leave.

"etc!"

Liang Kun called out to him, "I promise you."

Lin Tian stopped, turned around, and looked at him: "Okay, when?"

"tonight."

"OK."

Lin Tian nodded. "Send someone to pick me up then."

Leung Kwan breathed a sigh of relief and left with his son.

Anyway, it was Hung Hing who owed the favor, not him, Lung Kwan. As for whether Lam Tin really knew kung fu, he didn't care.

Yes, that would be best.

No, it doesn't matter. Even if Feng Yuxiu kills me, it will only buy me a second.

He, Liang Kun, has always been magnanimous towards those who are about to die.

The housekeeper stood at the door, watching the backs of those people, her heart still pounding. She whispered, "Young Master Lin Tian, ​​who are those people?"

Lin Tian smiled and said, "It's alright, Auntie, they came to ask me for help."

"Help? Help with what?"

"It's nothing."

Lin Tian turned and went into the house. "Auntie, I might have to go out tonight. Could you please take care of Tangtang for me?"

The housekeeper nodded, but still felt a little uneasy.

But since Miss Jojo took Miss Sugar out, she could only wait for them to return.

Night falls.

Liang Kun sent a car to pick up Lin Tian.

The car stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

Lin got out of the car, and Liang Kun was already waiting at the door, with hundreds of people standing behind him, all holding guns.

Jiang Tiansheng was also there, and standing next to him was Dajun.

"Lin Tian, ​​this is Mr. Jiang."

Liang Kun's introduction.

Jiang Tiansheng looked at Lin Tian, ​​a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Is this the kung fu master that Handsome Kun was talking about?

An eight-year-old child?

But he didn't show it, and instead extended his hand: "Young friend Lin Tian, ​​thank you for your help."

Lin Tian shook hands with him: "You're welcome."

Jiang Tiansheng then pointed to Dajun beside him: "This is Mr. Dajun. He has special abilities. He will first use illusions to control Feng Yuxiu, and then you can take the opportunity to strike and delay him for a few seconds. Our men will fire."

Lin Tian glanced at Da Jun, who nodded at him.

Lin Tian nodded without saying a word.

This is the same army from Stephen Chow's movie "All for the Winner"—it's exactly the same.

The warehouse was empty, with only a few lights illuminating a central open space where they had set up an ambush, waiting for Feng Yuxiu to take the bait.

Jiang Tiansheng's men have already spread the word that Hung Hing has hidden a batch of weapons here, and Feng Yuxiu will definitely come.

Sure enough, not long after, a figure walked in through the door.

Feng Yuxiu was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and walked at a moderate pace, as if he were taking a stroll in his own yard.

His gaze swept across the warehouse, lingered briefly on the gunmen lying in ambush, and then moved away.

He didn't care how many people there were, or how many guns there were; he only cared whether Chan Ho-nam was there or not.

The reason he was able to come here was because Chiang Tin-sang sent him a message that Chan Ho-nam had challenged him to a fight.

He knew there might be an ambush, but he still came.

"Feng Yuxiu!"

Jiang Tiansheng stood on the second floor, looking down at him. "You killed two of my Hung Hing's leaders. Tonight, I will make you pay with your life."

Feng Yuxiu raised his head, a slow smile creeping onto his lips: "Jiang Tiansheng, you've finally shown yourself. Where's Chen Haonan? Tell him to come out."

"Chan Ho-nam isn't here. Tonight, your opponent is him."

Jiang Tiansheng pointed at Lin Tian.

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