Hong Kong Island King Fried

Chapter 36 I Kill Without Blinking An Eye
In the walled city, full of vitality,

For the two outsiders who were obviously out of place, the people in the walled city were not surprised at all, and they continued to concentrate on their work.

A balding middle-aged boss is skillfully rolling out the dough with a bamboo pole. The huge dough is pressed into small pieces, and then rolled into long strips, which fly into the oil pan.
With a mysterious sense of rhythm.

"Good Alford! Two bosses! What do you want to eat?" The bald boss spoke in English.

"Goro gossip stick, how much can I learn?" Lin Jiajun asked.

"What stick?"

The bald boss was puzzled, but he was very polite, and replied with a smile: "Sau Rui, boss, I only know about rolling pins. I don't understand what gossip you are talking about."

"Excuse me, keep pretending." Lin Jiajun sneered and turned around, walking to the dress shop next door.

There are several plastic mannequins in the store, and a row of colorful cheongsams and suits are hung on the hangers.
There are two bamboo poles on the roof, wearing many thick and large iron rings,
Usually, these hoops can be used to hang clothes,

When necessary, it can also become a sharp weapon for killing!

In particular, the owner of the tailor shop exuded an aura of a master.

Although he is middle-aged, with loose skin and a girly look, the broad and thick body, the strong and powerful forearms exposed outside the sleeves, and the red underwear seen through the translucent trousers seem to hint at with,

This is a maverick master!

Lin Jiajun looked at the iron ring above his head and said to Fei Bo: "There is a kind of kung fu called Hongjia Iron Line Fist. Wearing these iron rings on your arms can emit several times the power. Even if the opponent wears iron armor, you can hit die."

"Ah Jun, I feel that you have been under too much pressure to handle the case recently, and you have become obsessed." Fei Bo sighed.

"Hey, two bosses, what are you talking about, why can't I understand a word?"

The tailor raised his orchid finger and said shyly, "I know gold thread, silver thread, silk thread, and cotton thread. Iron thread is not good for making clothes."

"Wait a minute, who wants to learn kung fu?!"

At this moment, the fitting room was opened with a clatter,

The smell of cheap perfume immediately filled the entire tailor shop.

A buck-toothed woman with heavy makeup appeared in front of her eyes,

Seeing Lin Jiajun, his eyes lit up, he leaned over flamboyantly, and asked coquettishly, "Little boy, do you want to learn Kung Fu? I can teach you!"

Lin Jiajun didn't expect Bao Yazhen to be a master of hiding, she looks really different from the movie!

"Pretty girl, tell me first, what skills do you know?"

"You're so annoying. You asked knowingly." Buck Yazhen hit Lin Jiajun, winked, and said shyly: "If you go to the room with me, don't you know if my kung fu is good or not?"

"Huh?...Get out of here!"

After a while,
Bao Yazhen ran out of the tailor shop in tears, and cried out coquettishly, "How could you treat someone like this..."

……

……

an hour later,
Fei Bo and Lin Jiajun sat side by side on the steps in front of the barber shop,

One holds a bottle of iced orange soda that has been discontinued in the city,
Looking at those familiar characters coming and going in front of him, Lin Jiajun fell into deep thought,
Could it be that it is really impossible to learn kung fu here?Or, like what Xia Houwu said, the masters hide very deeply and don't want to show their faces?

In the past hour just now, Fei Bo and I walked around the entire city.
Do all the things that may trigger the plot,
For example, grabbing a child’s lollipop;

For example, teasing a tailor;
For example, insulting coolies;
For example, kissing Baoyazhen... oh no,

But he molested Ah Zhu and wanted to check her body;
Another example is standing in the yard and shouting, why does the charter wife have no water?

Even got a haircut,

In the end, I didn't give the sauce a lot of money, and I clearly ate the king's meal.

Sauce burst did not call anyone,
He is now sitting beside him with no expression on his face, tugging on his sleeve and refusing to let go.

"Hey, let go! Believe it or not, I'll beat you up?! It's Hong Xing's?! Have you ever heard of Hong Xing? Here comes the society, the worst in Hong Kong, killing people without blinking an eye!" Lin Jiajun waved his fist, Vicious threats.

"I'm not afraid, if you kill me, there will be tens of thousands of me!"

Ok?
Hearing this familiar line of dialogue, Lin Jiajun raised his head and looked forward,

The one who gets the water gets the water, the one who brushes his teeth brushes his teeth, the one who twitches his ass,
There was no situation like in the movie where a lot of people suddenly appeared.

"It seems that there is only a trick."

Lin Jiajun sighed, picked up the drink bottle and knocked it on Jiang Bao's head, knocking him out,

Get up, straighten your shirt,
He strode to the open space in the middle of the walled city.

A few children were playing football, playing broken footballs with unknown number of patches, rolling around on the ground, bringing out bursts of children's innocent laughter.

"Still playing football!"

Lin Jiajun stepped on the ball,
Bo... It's like letting a fart go, the ball, which was originally lifeless, was trampled flat.

Several seven or eight-year-old children, with snotty noses, looked at the unexpected visitor in horror.

Lin Jiajun grabbed the youngest child, walked to the middle of the yard, picked up a tin gasoline can, unscrewed the lid, and dumped it at the child's feet.

A pungent smell of gasoline filled the air.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"It's scary!"

"Help, I'm going to kill someone!"

"Let go of that kid!"

The crowd was finally attracted, gathered from all directions, and glared at the uninvited guest.

Lin Jiajun took out the Zippo lighter, snapped it on,

In the crowd, there are a few people ready to move,

An old lady who looks like a farmer with a basket on her shoulders,

A well-mannered uncle with glasses but full of muscles looks more like a fitness trainer,
A skinny man who was [-] meters taller than a bamboo pole.

"You don't know martial arts, do you? Okay, I'll see if you can. I'll count to three and throw down the lighter."

His eyes swept across the crowd again,

Tan Jingyao, who has strong legs and strong legs, stands at the closest position, with a deep expression, and looks like Tan Jingyao's long-lost brother;
The gay tailor of the Hong family's iron fist, standing on the left, looked anxious;
Goro Gossip stick fritters are bald, in the front row of the crowd, with a heavy face.

The audience was silent, only the sound of the countdown was heard.

"one……"

"two……"

"three……"

Three is over,

The three masters present still did not make a move.

Because after counting, Lin Jiajun snapped the lighter on.

"Damn it, you guys are ruthless."

Shaking his head and laughing, he picked up the child, took out a handkerchief and wiped the snot that was about to flow to the corner of his mouth, put on a serious face, and asked: "Little boy, did you scare you? Uncle is making a movie, you know how to make a movie?" I do not know?"

The child shook his head, expressing that he did not understand.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you should know this, right?" Lin Jiajun took out 100 Hong Kong dollars and stuffed it into his pocket: "Here, don't say Uncle is stingy, this is your labor fee, use it to buy a new ball."

The child was stunned. He stared at Lin Jiajun for a long time, and choked out a sentence: "Uncle, next time I want to make a movie!"

"It's a fart to dream, and you make movies every day. Uncle will be poor by your filming."

Lin Jiajun cursed with a smile, put down the child, patted his buttocks, "Go and play."

The child ran away happily.

"Grass, a group of freaks, none of them look like a human being, what a fart, get out of the way!"

Lin Jiajun casually put his coat on his shoulders, took out a red million and shook it, put it in his mouth, and walked out of the crowd swaggeringly.

Fei Bo trotted up from behind, his fat body trembling,
"Ah Jun, you startled me. Your state today has been weird from the very beginning. I thought neurosis could be contagious. You are crazy."

"To get along with neuropathy, you have to use the method of neuropathy. I just want to try to see if it will be treated as the same kind by them."

"Then...then you don't learn kung fu?"

"Is it really necessary to take the risk of throwing a lighter? In case there is really no master here, or if the master is unwilling to reveal his identity and does not come forward to stop him, the child will be burned to death! I am the police, helping others, no gangster!"

Lin Jiajun smiled, hooked Feibo's shoulders, "Let's go, let's go, you've had a hard day, go back and treat you to a sauna."

At this moment, in the walled city behind him, two mighty and majestic voices sounded:
"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Young people must have martial arts virtues, otherwise they are not worthy of martial arts. I think this young man is good. My wife, what do you think?"

"Well, not only are the bones amazing, what's more rare is that there is a sincere kindness in the heart, and he would rather give up the peerless martial arts than hurt others. It is rare, rare, and it is really good material that is unique in a million!"

"Little boy, please stay!" Two voices said at the same time.

(End of this chapter)