Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Liang Kun rubbed his hands together, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Now, he is the head of Hung Hing, one of the most powerful people in Hong Kong's underworld.

Money? He has plenty.

Territory? He has plenty.

People? He has plenty too.

The only thing he lacks is a few more experts like Lin Tian to oversee things.

Spending 100 million to gain superpowers is a worthwhile deal.

Lin Tian looked at him, slightly surprised.

Why didn't Leung Kwan raise his price? Did he lower it himself?

Where has this kid made a fortune lately? He's so rich and powerful!

"Alright, I'll teach you once you have the money."

Lin Tian waved his hand, turned around and got into the car. Master Liu closed the car door, started the car, and drove away.

Standing by the roadside, watching the Mazda disappear around the corner, Liang Kun couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Having learned Lin Tian's martial arts and gained special abilities, who would dare to mess with him in the future?

Humming a little tune, Liang Kun got into his car and drove off.

At the same time, at Stephen Chow's house.

Today is the day he is being interviewed by reporters.

The events of this morning are still swirling in his mind.

The reporters bombarded him with questions, asking what he had learned from the God of Gamblers.

What was his answer at the time?

He boasted that he had learned a skill that guaranteed him to win every bet, making him invincible and capable of defeating any obstacle.

Uncle Da encouraged him from the sidelines to perform.

He then took off Uncle Da's shoes and vigorously massaged his feet, causing Uncle Da to howl in pain. Then he pulled out a painting depicting Chow Yun-fat, the God of Gamblers, massaging a woman's feet, and introduced it to everyone with an air of mystique:

"This photo is extremely valuable, everyone take it seriously. To learn gambling, start by learning to massage your feet..."

"If your massage techniques aren't good enough, how are you going to play cards? As the saying goes, foot massage is a way, massage techniques are a method, and the technique of playing cards is also a method."

"ah?!"

The reporter's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg; he stared in disbelief, dumbfounded.

Some people muttered a few words under their breath, some shook their heads, and some suppressed a laugh.

But he didn't care; anyway, everything he said was a profound truth.

Believe it or not.

The reporters left, and the courtyard finally quieted down.

Uncle Da brought out the barbecue grill, started a fire, and cooked him a bowl of instant noodles.

Stephen Chow sat to the side, lost in thought, watching the clouds in the sky gradually darken. Today was his birthday.

He thought about it and realized it didn't seem so.

"Dad, is today my birthday?"

Uncle Da didn't even look up: "No, your birthday was a long time ago."

"Then why did you add an extra piece of ham?"

Uncle Da paused for a moment, looked down at the instant noodles in the bowl, and saw that there was an extra piece of ham. Indeed.

"I'd love to, eat quickly, it'll get cold soon."

Zhou Xingxing took a couple of bites, then ate in large mouthfuls, and mumbled, "Dad, do you think I can recover?"

"Yes, definitely. My son is the best."

Stephen Chow smiled wryly, "The best?"

He can't even use his ability to transform anymore; he can only rely on his special abilities to keep up appearances.

The night is getting darker.

The two went into the courtyard and chatted casually.

Uncle Tat recounted his youth, how he came from mainland China to Hong Kong to become a housekeeper, how he had a relationship with his mother on a rainy night, how he met Andy Lau after leaving, and how he started working for him.

Stephen Chow listened, occasionally responding with a comment.

"Dad, tell me, what is the purpose of life?"

Uncle Da paused, thought for a long time, and then shook his head. "I don't know. For food? For survival?"

"this one?"

"That's it."

Uncle Da laughed, "Isn't it good to be alive? You have food to eat, you have sleep to do, and people to talk to. It's pretty good."

Stephen Chow did not speak.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from not far away.

It was very light and crumbly, like a cat stepping on fallen leaves.

The two looked up at the same time and saw several beautiful women in bikinis walking out of the night, smiling and walking towards them step by step. They had curvaceous figures, pretty faces, and sweet smiles.

Under the moonlight, it was as beautiful as a painting.

Uncle Da's mouth gaped open, his eyes widened, and the kebab in his hand fell onto the table.

He had lived half his life and had never seen such a beautiful woman.

It's not that I've never seen this before, it's that I've never seen so many come at once.

Stephen Chow was also stunned. His mind was a blank, filled only with the smiling faces of those women, swaying before his eyes.

The two stood up and walked towards the women.

My steps were involuntary, as if I had been bewitched.

They reached out to touch the women's faces, to embrace their bodies, to do everything a man could want to do.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The tranquility of the night was broken.

Long Wu held a gun in his hand, his face cold and stern, smoke drifting from the muzzle and slowly rising in the moonlight.

Stephen Chow and Uncle Da suddenly woke up.

They saw that the bikini-clad beauties were actually men; it was all an illusion.

Long Wu fired another shot; the bullet flew past their ears and hit a man in the head.

The man fell asleep immediately.

"What are you all standing there for? Get out of there!" Long Wu shouted.

Stephen Chow dragged Uncle Da into the villa, bullets whizzing overhead, hitting the walls, the barbecue grill, and the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

A group of men in suits rushed out from all directions, each carrying a gun.

They were well-trained and had a clear division of labor: some shot, some flanked, and some provided cover.

"Who is it?" Uncle Da's voice trembled.

"I don't know, but they're definitely not here to invite us for tea."

Stephen Chow peeked out from under the table and saw a man in a suit aiming at him, so he quickly shrank back.

The bullet hit the table leg, sending wood chips flying.

Long Wu hid behind the wall and fired back.

One shot, one kid; several men in suits fell.

But the enemy outnumbered them and had heavy firepower.

Long Wu was suppressed and could not peek out.

"Sing, take Uncle Tat and go first!"

"Where are you going?"

Zhou Xingxing looked around and saw that both the front and back doors were blocked, trapping them in the courtyard.

In the distance, on the hillside.

Lin Tian, ​​Liang Kun, Da Jun, and Da Jun's four junior brothers stood side by side. The night breeze carried the aroma of barbecue and the smell of gunpowder.

Chen Qian looked down at the courtyard below, where the men in suits were beaten so badly by Long Wu that they couldn't even lift their heads. He snorted disdainfully.

"Senior Brother, is that the guy who defeated you? He doesn't seem that capable. I'll go and have a go at him."

Dajun looked at Chen Qian and reminded him, "Be careful, the three of you come along too."

The three nodded and followed Chen Qian down the mountain.

Four people, from four directions, surrounded Zhou Xingxing's yard.

Their special abilities are all very strong, each with its own unique strengths, which are incomparable to those men in suits.

Da Jun looked up at Lin Tian, ​​his tone respectful: "Young friend Lin Tian, ​​do you think my junior brothers can defeat Stephen Chow?"

"cannot."

Lin Tian shook his head decisively.

Da Jun was taken aback, his expression shifting, but he dared not question it, and could only offer an awkward smile: "Young friend Lin Tian, ​​how can you be so certain?"

Lin Tian glanced at him, his eyes calm, but it sent chills down Da Jun's spine.

"Have you forgotten how you lost to Stephen Chow back then?"

Dajun's smile froze.

Of course he hadn't forgotten.

He fought Stephen Chow on a ship in international waters, using his strongest special abilities, but still lost.

"My four junior brothers combined shouldn't be weak, right?!"

Lin Tian shook his head: "You're wrong."

"Where did I go wrong?"

"When you fought Stephen Chow back then, how much of your power did you use?"

Dajun thought for a moment: "Ten percent."

"Where's Stephen Chow?"

Dajun guessed, "I don't know, but I guess they're going all out."

He used less than 50% at most.

Dajun's face turned even uglier.

Lin Tian continued, "You don't know, he was seriously injured at that time, and his special abilities were unstable."

While you were recovering from your injury, he studied under the God of Gamblers, specifically focusing on his mental abilities. Now, his strength is far greater than you imagined.

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