A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Aji, can you go up from outside and see the situation?"

Looking at the shadows passing by under the light on the second floor from time to time, Wang Zuluo turned to look at Aji.

"Brother Luo, this height is no different from the flat ground."

Ah Ji shrugged, turned around, ran a few steps quickly and put his feet on the wall to gain strength. He directly grabbed the balcony of the second floor window with his hands, and then with a slight exertion, his body was pulled up.

Wang Zuluo scratched his head after reading this. Shouldn't he just jump up if he was walking on flat ground? Why do he need to use his strength?

If Aji knew what Brother Luo was thinking, he would definitely advise Brother Luo to watch less martial arts movies and learn more about parkour. That thing is the realm of light kung fu that people can achieve.

Wang Zuluo nodded when he noticed that Aji was gesturing towards this side.

"There are twenty-six swordsmen inside. Leave half of them to guard here, and the rest will come in with me."

After saying that, Wang Zuluo took out the submachine gun from the car, pulled the bolt and loaded it.

The other party doesn't talk about martial ethics, so you can't blame Brother Luo for bringing a gun. Originally there were unspoken rules for showing off horses and sweeping the field, but now that they have broken this rule, don't blame Brother Luo for bullying others.

"Don't rush up so carelessly. Just pick up a few bricks. After you go up, throw the bricks first and then rush. If you see someone using a gun, call me and I'll treat them to real bullets."

After speaking, Wang Zuluo shook the submachine gun in his hand.

Originally, the morale of the gangsters was a little low because of the guns on the opposite side. After Wang Zuluo took out the gun, the morale immediately became visible to the naked eye.

Soon, a dozen gangsters began to walk upstairs slowly.

Maybe Heimori was so confident that no one could find this hiding place, there wasn't even a guard here on the first floor.

"Brother Heimoli, I have heard the name of Mad Dog Luo on Shanghai Street. It is said that he kills people without blinking an eye. If we offend him, will there be trouble?"

The hiding place on the second floor didn't even have a door. It was just a makeshift curtain made of plastic sheeting and curtains that separated the room in the unfinished building from the outside.

The conversations inside could be heard clearly on the first floor.

"What are you afraid of? If he can kill someone, wouldn't I dare?"

Heimoli's voice was a little crazy. He had actually heard that Mad Dog Luo was not someone to be trifled with, but he had fired just now and it was too late to regret it now.

"He wants to drive us out of Mong Kok, why should I listen to him?"

Heimoli sat at the door, holding his homemade powder gun.

Seeing the uneasiness on the faces of the Nepalese swordsmen he raised, Heimoli comforted them: "Don't worry, we Indians are the most united, and no one will sell out here."

"After the news passes in a few days, I will take you to Wan Chai. There are more foreigners there, and Mad Dog Luo can't find us."

Heimoli was still boosting morale, but someone didn't notice the curtain at the door being slowly lifted even a corner.

Wang Zuluo secretly glanced inside and then retracted his head. Let the two thugs grab the plastic curtain, then nodded to everyone and shouted: "Do it!"

The plastic sheets and curtains were pulled down with a squeaking sound, and the Nepali swordsmen in the room began to be on guard with their knives.

But no one from outside rushed in, and more than a dozen bricks were thrown into the room first.

The two guys standing at the door were directly hit by bricks, holding their heads and trying to dodge.

The remaining people also moved away from the door, for fear of being hit by bricks.

Heimoli turned over and hid behind the table with the gunpowder gun, and began to loudly instruct the swordsmen to block the door, but it was already too late.

A group of thugs in white shirts had already rushed in with knives, slashing at anyone they saw, and quickly chopped off the swordsmen at the door.

"Put down your swords, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Seeing that there were not many people coming, Heimoli immediately stood up with a gunpowder gun in his hand, a fierce look on his face.

Bang bang... bang bang bang... click.

But as soon as he stood up, Wang Zuluo, who was hiding behind the gangsters, pulled the trigger, emptying the thirty-five-round magazine.

Empty the magazine on black skin, this is the common sense Luo learned from the Americans.

Although Hei Moli's skin is a little whiter than that of ordinary Asan. But I'm sorry, in Luo Ge's eyes, Ah San is no different from those darker automatic cotton picking machines, neither of them are good things.

After finishing the sweep, Heimoli and the swordsmen around him all fell to the ground. He suddenly felt that the other swordsmen in the room were breathing a lot lighter.

Dang rang~

As the first swordsman dropped the machete in his hand, the remaining swordsmen dropped their weapons one after another as if they were suffering from an infectious disease.

"Hey, is it still a dog-leg knife?" Wang Zuluo saw the situation and came to the front with a gun in hand.

Wang Zuluo sneered as he kicked the weapons thrown by the swordsmen on the ground.

"Go inside and squat down. If you dare to move, I will break your legs."

No matter whether these swordsmen can understand Cantonese or not, Wang Zuluo is shouting to his subordinates anyway.

After Ah Ji turned over and took away Heimoli's gunpowder gun, Wang Zuluo put down the submachine gun he was holding.

"You all know who I am, right?" Wang Zuluo came to the swordsman who was squatting against the wall with his head in his hands and asked with a smile.

"It doesn't matter if you don't speak. Don't say I'm ungrateful. I'm your boss tonight, that...that..."

Luo Ge suddenly forgot Heimoli's name, but he continued to speak without delay: "It's that damn ghost. He provoked me first. Every wrong is his fault, and his debt is his owner. Others who were accidentally injured will be unlucky for him."

"You guys came to Hong Kong Island just to make money, and I won't embarrass you. Now if I find out that you have a good relationship with that dead guy here, or if you find that you have a good relationship with those unlucky guys lying around, this matter will be over. ”

As he spoke, Wang Zuluo took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars and waved it in his hand: "After identifying them, the remaining people can get the money. It's 60,000 yuan, which is enough for you to spend a few months."

After Brother Luo finished speaking, three guys were soon pushed out by others in the sword's hands.

Asking his younger brother to drag the three guys aside, Wang Zuluo smiled and threw the Hong Kong dollars to the remaining swordsmen and said: "Very good, now tell me if you want to make more money?"

After seeing the remaining swordsmen distribution the money, they looked over with burning eyes, and Wang Zuluo's smile became even brighter.

"If you want to make money, then do something for me. If you don't want to make money, it doesn't matter. As long as you kill these three people, you can leave here whether you want to make money or not."

Pointing at the three unlucky guys who were pushed out just now, Wang Zuluo's smile was still kind.

Throwing a dog-leg knife, Wang Zuluo led the gangsters out of the door, waiting for the swordsmen to make their choice.

There is no fear of them escaping. There are still people guarding the outside. Where can they run?

Soon, after a continuous scream, a dozen swordsmen with blood on their bodies came out.

Only one of them chose to leave, and the rest looked at Wang Zuluo quietly.

Brother Luo nodded with satisfaction and winked at Aji. Aji smiled, then walked out with a short knife and followed the person who left.

"Take care of this place. There will be something for you to do tomorrow. After you are done, someone will give you money and send you to the ship."

After saying that, Wang Zuluo left some of the gangsters to watch the group of guys, and then walked out with the remaining gangsters carrying a few corpses.

Tonight's expansion has come to an end. I believe more people will know his pretty boy Luo's name soon.

In the past, when others gave me face, it was Lin Weilong who supported me.

From now on, Wang Zuluo, relying on his own face, will be able to call himself "Mong Kok Handsome Boy" in front of others.