A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Damn, there are a lot of people on the other side, rush out first and then talk!"

The bald man who called himself Lord Ma gave a sharp shout, and then rushed towards Wang Zuluo's direction.

Just now he noticed that Wang Zuluo's pretty face didn't look like he could fight. As long as he caught the opponent, his group could escape safely.

He knocked down two of the white-shirted thugs coming towards him in one encounter. He grabbed a steel pipe and swung it away to sweep away several thugs before continuing to rush towards Wang Zuluo.

Wei Jixiang had already led his men to entangle this group of people. As soon as they fought, he found that this group of people was difficult to deal with, and everyone had their own skills.

Fortunately, Wei Jixiang and the others had more people. More than a hundred people immediately surrounded each other, slowly compressing their space for movement.

The bald man's skills were very neat, including knee strikes, elbow strikes, and steel pipe swings. In just a few rounds, he had already rushed forward more than ten steps, knocking down and injuring five or six thugs.

"Babyface, don't let me catch you!"

The bald head also received four or five blows, especially the shiny bald head, which was cut open by the break of the steel pipe in the chaos just now.

Seeing Wang Zuluo leaning on the car outside the crowd and smoking quietly, the bald man immediately lost his guard.

In fact, Wang Zuluo also wanted to go up and have a physical fight with the opponent.

But just by looking at the other person's appearance, you can tell that they have practiced it, and every hit has the shadow of their own moves. Wang Zuluo knew very well what was going on with him. He was not afraid of strength alone, but it was useless no matter how strong he was if he couldn't hit anyone.

So he can only play support outside, like the way he is now, just to anger the opponent.

To be honest, Wang Zuluo himself felt that he deserved to be beaten, and he didn't know how he was able to take pictures of the Japanese in his previous life.

I have to say that the routine of the little Japanese boy is really effective. Didn’t you see that the bald man’s eyes were red?

"Ah...Wang Zuluo, Wang Zu..." The bald man with red eyes fought with the gangsters surrounding him. He didn't have to parry a few times before he was hit on the back by a steel pipe.

It was Shensha who sneaked up on him. Wang Zuluo always believed that Shensha was very eye-catching and flexible in fighting. If he could sneak attack, he would not fight forcefully.

But before Shensha could continue, Baldhead took the steel pipes of the gangsters and rushed out of the encirclement with force.

The bald man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Without stopping, he held up the steel pipe and ran towards Wang Zuluo.

With this steel pipe, he must first hit the pretty boy's mouth, smashing the cigarette he was holding into a rotten watermelon.

"Let's see how crazy you are!" The bald man raised the steel pipe above his head and came to Wang Zuluo, and swung it down viciously.

But soon the bald man's expression froze on his face, and the steel pipe stopped motionless in the air.

"Times have changed, Mr. Ma." Wang Zuluo held the submachine gun he found from the passenger compartment of the sports car in one hand and patted the other person's face with the other.

The bald man's eyes suddenly changed, and the smile on Wang Zuluo's face gave him the urge to knock down the steel pipe at all costs.

Wang Zuluo saw the other party's hesitation, and slowly retracted the hand that slapped the other party's cheek, and loaded the submachine gun.

This time the bald man regretted it even more. If he had known that the submachine gun was not loaded just now, he would have smashed it down.

Wang Zuluo smiled at him, moved the submachine gun in his hand slightly forward, and said "Hey, hey, hey" in a frightening voice, which made the bald man shrink his head in fear.

Wang Zuluo took the opportunity to raise his foot and kicked the opponent in the chest. He didn't hold back any force and kicked the opponent more than two meters away.

Shensha from behind also came with people and surrounded the bald man lying on the ground. He kept swinging the steel pipe and hit the bald man's arm that was protecting his head.

"Okay, okay, it's just a meal, don't beat me to death!"

Finally, Shen Sha lifted the bald man by his collar and asked him to sit on the ground facing Wang Zuluo's direction.

Wang Zuluo shook the submachine gun in his hand at the bald man, then reached out and took out the magazine from the car, shaking it again.

Only then did the bald man realize that there was no magazine inserted into the handle of the submachine gun. He couldn't take a breath and almost vomited blood in anger.

To be honest, he was not so angry when he was wanted by Interpol and had his influence on the Thai-Myanmar border wiped out.

"Let's go to the streets. How can anyone put a submachine gun with a loaded magazine in the car? What if it goes off?"

Wang Zuluo threw the gun on the passenger seat of the sports car and walked over to the bald man.

"Master Ma, don't you know you've been tricked? Young and Dangerous guys have to use their brains, don't you guys, the mafia, also have to use their brains?"

"If you make a little inquiry before coming here, you will know that this is not Hong Tai's place."

When Wang Zuluo said this, looking at the bald face, he immediately lost his intention to continue talking.

He reached out and pulled off the gold necklace from the opponent's neck, then took off the Rolex from the opponent's wrist, and threw them to Shensha together.

"Just use these as food money, let him go."

After saying that, Wang Zuluo looked at the men in suits behind him who were being beaten by Wei Jixiang's men, a little surprised by the strength of this Ma Ye's men.

Having strength means trouble. Chen Mei plotted this guy against her because she must have thought that being bald could cause trouble for herself.

"We don't know each other, let's make friends. My name is Wang Zuluo, you can call me Handsome Luo."

Wang Zuluo stretched out his hand, preparing to pull the other person to stand up from the ground. It's a pity that Baldhead has no intention of making friends with Wang Zuluo now. He slapped Wang Zuluo's hand away and stood up from the ground.

Raising his hand to stop Shensha and the others who wanted to teach the bald man a lesson, Wang Zuluo asked, "Aren't you going to give me any face?"

"I don't make friends with rats, so I'm in trouble today. There's a saying in China that green hills don't change green waters..."

"You mlgb!" Wang Zuluo raised his foot and kicked the bald man on the chest again, causing the other person's poor Cantonese to get stuck in his throat.

"You don't accept the honor given to you, and you still say harsh words if we can't be friends. Qingshan won't change, right?"

Wang Zuluo chased after him and kicked the opponent directly in the face again.

The good leather shoes were immediately covered with blood, and there was a canine tooth stuck on the toe of the steel-covered shoe.

Shaking off the upper teeth, Wang Zuluo thought for a while and said: "Lock them up first and then talk about it. Find someone to check their background. Once we find out, we can talk about other things."

You definitely can't let them go. If you let these skilled people stay outside, Wang Zuluo won't be able to stop eating.

Wang Zuluo relies on being kind to others and never holding grudges.

If you don't believe me, you can ask Prince Hong Tai. If not, you can ask Sangbo and Xiyangzai.

"Brother Luo, they don't look like ordinary people."

At this time, Wei Jixiang also came over and looked solemnly at his bald men who were tied up with zip ties.

"The accent doesn't sound like he's from Hong Kong. He usually protects his head with his hands and raises his knees when fighting. The moves he uses are obviously from Thailand."

Wang Zuluo handed Wei Jixiang a cigarette, and then said: "Find someone to find out who Mr. Ma is on the Thai-Myanmar border, and then find out where those Mercedes-Benz cars came from."

These people were sent to him for no reason, and it must have been premeditated. Those Mercedes-Benz cars with serial number plates were not something ordinary people could get.

Neither can Chen Mei, unless these license plates are fake.