Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

Although He Ping'an was stingy, he felt he should still show the magnanimity and understanding that a Chinese person should have when it came to a dying person...

Even as the thugs blocking the door mocked him relentlessly, He Ping'an still greeted them with a smile and even pulled out two small yellow croakers.

"Ding-dong..."

The crisp clinking of the gold bars drowned out the insults of "Rogue Qiang." He thought he should change his name from now on; "Rich and Powerful Qiang" would be much better—even urinating could bring him gold bars. Wasn't that rich and powerful?

With bloodshot eyes, Lanzi Qiang looked at He Ping'an as if he were looking at a fat pig!

"My name is He Ping'an, and I'm the founder of New Territories Herbal Tea! I'm here to settle accounts with Bai Tou..."

Unfortunately, I can't eat it all by myself anymore.

The thug forced a smirk, a smile that was both ugly and disgusting. It was a self-created expression, very intimidating, and no one dared to approach him from the street.

He Ping'an obediently took two steps back. He had never seen such a disgusting expression before, and he was truly disgusted.

"Hello, Boss Baitou sent me an invitation. I'm here to settle my score!" He Ping'an, not wanting to be disgusted any longer, explained his purpose again.

"Just wait!"

He Ping'an's actions successfully pleased the rascal Qiang, who laughed exaggeratedly twice. Disgusted, He Ping'an backed away repeatedly before finally going in to report, satisfied.

At Ronghua Restaurant, after listening to his subordinate's report, the short, stocky middle-aged man curled his lips in disdain, but a smug look flashed in his eyes.

A month ago, his henchman Rattlesnake, along with five thugs, was shot dead. It was the first time White Head had heard of He Ping'an's name... ruthless and decisive. Spies and defeated soldiers were not to be trifled with, let alone those who came out of the Luohu Port openly.

Bai Tou dared not act rashly; he had even tried to settle things peacefully. It wasn't worth risking everything for a minor leader!

The new-style herbal tea is all the rage in Hong Kong and Kowloon, attracting the envy of numerous triads, including Wo Shing Wo, who naturally wanted to get a piece of the action. And wouldn't you know it, it was Ho Ping An again. This time, he couldn't sit still any longer…

Wealth can be very tempting!

He thought it would be a tough battle, and Bai Tou was even prepared to earn less, but unexpectedly...

Bai Tou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, deliberately drawing out his voice slowly, "I thought it was some kind of powerful outsider, ha... let him in..."

At the street corner, He Ping'an made a few hand gestures with his hands behind his back. He caught a glimpse of the group disappearing into the intersection, then smiled and followed the rascal Qiang inside. At the same time, he made sure to keep a few steps away from Qiang; he really found him disgusting.

The restaurant lobby was crowded with people, some standing and some sitting. These were probably the so-called "49ers" and "straw sandals" (a derogatory term for low-ranking officials), while those with connections to the government or the elite naturally occupied the second floor. Class... was everywhere!

Lanminghua laughed heartily and shouted at the people chatting and boasting, "Hey, look, this is the boss of the new-style herbal tea, Big Water Tap...!"

Upon hearing this, the group fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Mocking others, especially those of higher status, seems to be a way to regain lost dignity. It's a pathological way of proving one's cowardly pride—pathetic and pathetic!

He Ping'an chuckled and shook his head. This is an illness that needs treatment!

"It seems Mr. He doesn't like my brothers very much. Well, we're all scoundrels..." The white-haired man stood on the second-floor corridor, lightly leaning on the railing with one hand, his tone casual:

"Just like my good brother Rattlesnake, who's already dead. You never know when he'll get shot in the head. Mr. He naturally wouldn't be interested in that."

"That's right, I really look down on scum like you. Including Rattlesnake, whose head I blew out with one shot!" At the lobby entrance, facing the white-haired man's preemptive strike, He Ping'an's smile remained calm.

"Also, I absolutely hate talking to people with my head tilted back, especially a jerk!"

"Go to hell with your mother..."

"You idiot..."

"The Yan family shovel, I will kill you!"

Before Bai Tou could make a move, the thugs below couldn't sit still any longer, especially the thug Qiang, who was waving his fist at He Ping'an with that disgusting smile on his face.

He Ping'an remained calm, but his feet seemed to be in fear as he retreated repeatedly.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two large doors of Ronghua Restaurant were closed. He Ping'an easily lifted the bolt, which was as thick as a child's arm, and shut the doors. He nodded in satisfaction!

The doors closed, dimming the entire hall, and Rascal Qiang's pupils involuntarily contracted. Then, a fist suddenly appeared, filling his entire field of vision.

Punch

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"You're the first person so disgusting I'm afraid to get close. To avoid having nightmares, I have no choice but to send you to your death first. Don't be offended!"

He Ping'an tossed aside the lifeless scoundrel Qiang like trash. As he turned, a Tang sword over a meter long appeared in his hand, its cold light gleaming.

"Since you miss Rattlesnake so much, I'll take pity on you and send you to see him!"

He Ping'an laughed loudly, charging into the crowd with a knife in one hand. His moves—slashing, parrying, parrying, thrusting, and hacking—were devoid of the flashy techniques seen in movies and TV dramas. Each strike brought down a thug, swift and decisive!

"Kill him! Chop him into mincemeat!" The white-haired man on the second floor, who had just been acting like a big shot, had completely lost his composure. His face was cold as he shouted sternly. No one dared to venture into his lair alone, not even Ge Zhaohuang or Xiang Qian.

White Head was merely a manager in Wo Shing Wo New Territories. The New Territories were too poor to support many people, so 300 knife-wielding men were his only means of support.

Aside from the scoundrel Sijiu, the four-story Ronghua Restaurant was almost entirely staffed with knives. At Bai Tou's command, a group of men silently charged towards He Ping'an, brandishing their knives, a stark contrast to the shouting thugs.

Even as a knife-wielder, He Ping'an still wore a calm smile and continued to kill one enemy with a single strike.

In his eyes, knife-wielders and thugs were no different; they were all hooligans. The only difference was that these people were more wicked and deserved to die! Therefore, their attacks became even more ruthless!

Just a door away from Ronghua Restaurant, the street was teeming with thugs. They could have jumped through the window to help, but instead, these thugs insisted on finding something to break down the door.

Looking at the white-clad figures killing without hesitation in the hall, even the most ambitious scoundrels began to slack off lazily. Just like the black dogs of old Beiping!

"Bang bang... ratttttt!"

"Surrender and you will not be killed!"

"Company commander, they don't have guns..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Dezhu fired another burst of bullets into the air. "Everyone, put your hands on your heads and crouch down! Count to ten. Anyone standing...dies!"

On Yuen Long Main Road, Zhao Dezhu and a platoon leader, each leading a squad of soldiers, rushed into the Ronghua Restaurant at opposite ends of the street.

"Squeak!" The door was opened from the inside, revealing He Ping'an dressed in white with only a few drops of blood around his feet. "Perfect timing! Bring out anyone still alive inside!"

"yes!"

Even the most elite thugs are still thugs. They're angry when one brother is killed, and they get a surge of passion when ten are killed—that's all. They didn't kill 100 because these guys gave up too quickly, including the white-haired guy clutching a broken pistol.