A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Get in the car and go to Canton Road!"

After shouting at the guard here, Wang Zuluo got into the sports car driven by Aji.

More than thirty gangsters piled into two vans and drove toward Canton Road behind the sports cars.

When Wang Zuluo and his people arrived, Ah San was already lying on the street. Judging from the scene where everyone in this group of Asans folded their arms and howled in agony, it seemed that Wuying's men were ruthless.

"Where are the people?" Wang Zuluo asked with squinted eyes as he looked at Wu Fei lying on the ground with a gunshot wound to his abdomen.

"The gunman ran away and it was a homemade short-barreled powder gun."

Hearing that it was a gunpowder gun, Wang Zuluo's eyebrows relaxed a little, but after tearing Wuying's clothes apart, Wang Zuluo's eyebrows knitted together again.

The gunpowder gun was good, but it was shot with loose bullets. Hundreds of iron sand were scattered throughout the fly's abdomen, which looked very miserable.

"Take him to Mingxin Hospital and tell the security guard at the hospital entrance that it was a gunshot wound. Remember to mention that he is one of my people."

It's not that this group of people didn't send Wuying to the hospital before. If there were stab wounds or the like, they would have been sent away for treatment without Wang Zuluo's instructions, but this was a gunshot wound.

If they are not sent to a black clinic, other hospitals will call the police as soon as they receive such a patient.

But Mingxin Hospital was fine. Johnny Wang's arsenal was also the place where he treated gunshot wounds of his men.

Ever since he started doing arms business, he had conflicts with Guan Shanhai, and there was a long gunfight between the two sides, so Mingxin Hospital definitely has a black doctor who can treat gunshot wounds.

After Wuying was sent for treatment, Wang Zuluo set his sights on these Asans.

"Who is your leader?" Wang Zuluo randomly found Asan and asked with squinted eyes.

"I...I won't say...this is our Indian...street..."

Wang Zuluo stretched out his hand in front of Wuying's subordinate next to him. The latter was stunned, and when he saw Wang Zuluo pointing at the steel pipe in his hand, he immediately handed it over.

"I ask again, who is your leader?!!"

Ah San watched Wang Zuluo lift the steel pipe, gritted his teeth but still said nothing.

If he didn't say anything, he would still have a chance to survive. If he did, he would definitely be killed by his boss.

"Very good. I've seen you Baotou Asans unhappy for a long time, so I just want to try it out."

After speaking, Wang Zuluo said to the guy next to him: "Hold his hand and I'll give him a massage."

Although Ah San struggled violently, his arm was pulled out and pinned in front of Wang Zuluo.

boom!

Wang Zuluo directly hit the opponent's wrist with a steel pipe. With the crisp sound of fracture, Ah San's screams echoed in the street.

In the middle of the night, there were not many pedestrians left on the street. Even if there were pedestrians, they were scared away by the hundreds of young and Dangerous boys patrolling the streets.

So it was useless for Ah San to scream so miserably on purpose. There would be no nosy people jumping out to call the police.

"Finally, let me ask you, who is the boss of you guys, and who was the one who shot just now?"

Ah San gritted his teeth and looked at the blood-stained steel pipe in Wang Zuluo's hand in horror.

Wang Zuluo grabbed his intact arm and tapped on his five fingers, indicating that the other party only had five seconds to think about it.

As time went by and his fingers were broken one by one, Ah San finally collapsed.

"The gunman is our boss...his name is Heimoli,...let me go...please let me go..."

Ah San kept struggling on the ground. Wang Zuluo finally showed a smile and was about to pat the other party on the shoulder, but when he saw how miserable the other party was, he temporarily withdrew his hand.

"Give this Ah San five hundred yuan and let him go to the hospital for treatment."

After saying that, Wang Zuluo walked towards the next Asan, still letting his men hold him down, raised the steel pipe and asked with a smile: "Where can I find your boss Hei Moli?"

Seeing that the other party hesitated, Wang Zuluo directly hit the other party on the head with a steel pipe. Suddenly Ah San's eyes rolled up, his mouth and nose began to bleed, he struggled for a few times and stopped moving.

I didn't kill anyone just now, I just used torture because if I want to get the first person to speak, just killing people is useless.

People are killing people now because they want to scare the monkeys and save the next person from being dishonest.

Most of them are Ah San who came here illegally. This group of people did not come to Hong Kong Island to do serious work. What they do are things like spreading powder on the streets, acting as knifemen for others, stealing, robbing, etc. to make money quickly.

They are not good people anyway, and even if a few of them disappear, there will be no trace of them. They are all scum, and one of them will die.

"Tug them away, put them into a van, and send them to Duan Kun's place later. Three Thais died there, so we just happened to deal with them together."

After speaking, he glanced at the stunned Wuying subordinates beside him and ordered: "Hold the next one."

"What are you doing standing still? Hold down the next one!"

Seeing that several of his subordinates were still in a daze, Wang Zuluo had to shout again.

Still asking the same question as before, Wang Zuluo smiled and looked at Ah San on the ground.

"In the unfinished building near the garbage recycling site, there is a group of Nepalese people there, who are the swordsmen raised by the boss. If something happens now, the boss will definitely go back there!"

Withdrawing the steel pipe, Wang Zuluo smiled and patted the other party's face. He took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars from the inner pocket of his jacket and tossed it in his hand.

Ah San's eyes were always focused on the money, and his head was nodding up and down along with the Hong Kong dollars.

"Twenty thousand Hong Kong dollars, how about leading me to find that guy named Black Moli?"

Ah San had already betrayed his boss and didn't care about leading the way again, so he readily agreed.

"Aji, take someone with me to the unfinished building, and the rest will continue to clean up the area. By the way, we will look for a cheap apartment on this street, and throw all the male Asans in it out of this street!"

Damn it, if you dare to use a gun, can Brother Luo live up to his nickname if he doesn't take revenge?

As for why only the male Ah San is missing, it is because the women smuggled themselves to Hong Kong Island, either to join their husbands or to work as chickens in the stables to make money.

There is actually no difference between the two. Male ladies don’t know how to support idle people, but if they don’t have any money themselves, how can they support their wives?

The answer was to let the women earn their own living in horse stalls on nearby streets.

Both the groom and the guests are very fond of this kind of lady who can belly dance but can't understand Cantonese. There are no shortcomings except for her dark skin. However, many people in Hong Kong still like this exotic style.

"The steel pipe is changed to a knife. Come with me to meet this Black Moli. He has such an arrogant name. If he doesn't die, who will?"

Wang Zuluo threw away the steel pipe, waited for everyone to change their weapons, then got in the car and let Ah San lead the way towards the unfinished building.

"This is it. The second floor is where the swordsmen are."

Ah San pointed to the lighted place on the second floor and asked Wang Zuluo carefully: "Excuse me...can I leave?"

Wang Zuluo threw the Hong Kong dollars to the other party and said: "Tell your compatriots that in the future, in the area between Canton Road and Shanghai Street, I don't want to see any bad guy who smells of curry coming in and wandering around, otherwise I will fight one by one. Get out. Bar!"