A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"The person sending you on your way is Xinlianying Chen Yaoqing!"

Taking advantage of the steps of the ferry to block him, he turned over and chopped off A Qiang's men who were holding guns. Chen Yaoqing looked at the Thais with the knife in hand.

A dozen of his men behind him also carried knives and went down the steps to the ferry platform, blocking the Thais here.

Surrounded by the sea on three sides and stairs on one side, the Thais have no place to run.

“We are from Pamber, Thailand.”

The leading Thai shouted his origin in awkward Cantonese in an attempt to negotiate with Chen Yaoqing.

"Not to mention Uncle Pan, even if Pan Tao comes, he will die today!"

Chen Yaoqing slashed with his sword without following the opponent at all.

If he takes over this matter this time, he must do it cleanly, otherwise why would Brother Luo hand over all four sections of women's streets to him?

With a slash of the knife, the leading Thai just turned sideways to avoid it, then raised his knee and pressed it directly against Chen Yaoqing's stomach.

After taking a few steps back, Chen Yaoqing rubbed his belly, and then slashed the opponent's chest with a knife.

He knew that this Thai man was an expert, but since the opponent had no weapons now, he should still have some upper hand.

Chen Yaoqing faced off against the leading Thai, while the rest of the gang found other opponents.

A dozen or so people are fighting against a few people. Even if the opponent's skills are generally better than those brought by Chen Yaoqing, there are too many knives. No matter how strong the whip legs of these Thais are, they cannot be stronger than the machete.

Chen Yaoqing slashed at him one after another, but the opponent's skills were very flexible. If the place hadn't been too small, the other party would have run away long ago.

Suddenly, Chen Yaoqing screamed, and the machete in his hand was snatched away by the opponent by breaking off his little finger.

Holding his broken little finger, Chen Yaoqing took a few steps back to distance himself from the other party. In just a few rounds, Chen Yaoqing faced this Muay Thai master and was completely defeated.

With a machete in hand, the Thai glanced at his companions who had been beheaded to death, cursed in Thai, and rushed towards Chen Yaoqing.

He had already figured out that this guy was the leader of this group of white-shirted men. Killing this bastard would be regarded as revenge for his companions.

Bang...bang...bang!

After three consecutive gunshots, the leading Thai man looked at Chen Yaoqing, who was aiming his gun at him, in disbelief.

He touched the blood flowing from the bullet hole in his chest with his hand, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

After taking a breath, the guy held his machete on the ground and staggered a few steps towards Chen Yaoqing.

Chen Yaoqing immediately retreated to the steps, and the black star in his hand pointed at the opponent's head this time.

Fortunately, the leading Thai man is not superhuman. The three bullets just passed through his chest and opened three ping pong ball-sized wounds on his back.

If he can continue to take two steps, he is considered to be in very good physical condition.

Chen Yaoqing felt relieved when he saw that the other party finally lay down. After the boat with the fish head logo came closer, Chen Yaoqing threw a stack of cash and said:

"Brother Luo said that if he sent these guys back to Thailand, he said it was a gift from the doctor to the bastard behind these guys."

Yu Toubiao's men collected the Hong Kong dollars, smiled and led people to jump onto the ferry platform, and began to collect the bodies.

Chen Yaoqing led his men back to the alley.

After tearing open a shirt and tying his broken little finger to his ring finger, Chen Yaoqing looked at A Qiang who was being beaten by A Cong.

"Brother Qiang, you gave our brother Luo a gift. Brother Luo said he liked it very much."

Chen Yaoqing took a machete from his subordinates and walked to Aqiang, who was already bruised and swollen.

"You don't follow the rules of the world. Our boss is talking about numbers. You guys are not ethical when you attack me..."

Aqiang barely opened his bruised eyes, wiped the nosebleed, and shouted to Chen Yaoqing.

"Tell me the numbers?" Chen Yaoqing bent his knees and pressed them directly against Aqiang's chest. The huge force made the other party lean against the wall and cough loudly.

Phew~

Feeling comfortable now.

Chen Yaoqing looked at Aqiang's men squatting on the ground holding their heads.

Throwing the machete in his hand over, he said: "Kill this Pujie to death, and I will spare your lives. When you go back, remember to give Brother Luo a message to Siyan."

"Brother Luo said, Lin Kun can't protect him for long, let him know the truth and hand over what Brother Luo wants, otherwise..."

Pointing at the bad guys on the ground who were shot to death by submachine guns, Chen Yaoqing's meaning was self-evident.

Several of Aqiang's men slowly lowered their arms, looked at the machete thrown in front of them, and then reached for it when they were using it.

Seeing this scene, Aqiang immediately cursed: "I am your eldest brother. You have sworn in front of Mr. Guan, so be careful if you make any mistakes..."

"What the hell are you going to do? Don't you have any sense of morality when you come out to fool around? Kill your own eldest brother. You will not have a good fucking ending. You will not die well...ah~ah..."

One of Aqiang's men was one step ahead of the others and picked up the machete first.

Ignoring Aqiang's whining, he stabbed the opponent's stomach with one knife, and the remaining boys followed immediately.

After the first person releases his hand, he immediately takes up the position, pulls out the machete, and inserts it again.

After all the five righteous guys had taken their turn, Aqiang had fallen to the ground, his eyes were very wide open, and blood was flowing from his mouth, while he was still muttering: "I won't die well..., you don't tell me Morality... I must not die a good death..."

Mongkok.

Outside Liangkun's film and television company.

Shaqiang opened the car door and made a very perfunctory invitation to Mouse Bing.

"If you don't leave, I'm afraid you'll die in front of our company."

Seeing Mouse Bing staring behind him in a daze and not getting in the car, Shaqiang immediately became unhappy.

Just by looking at his nickname, you can tell who he is. He is stupid, strong-minded, and has a hard time with his brain. So as soon as he opened his mouth, Mouse Bing was almost mad to death.

But now he has no time to deal with Shaqiang, because there are hundreds of white-shirted men holding machetes standing across the street, staring quietly at this side.

As for the subordinates Shu Bing brought, except for a few who entered the film and television company with him, the rest had their hands tied to the railings on the street with zip ties.

Sha Qiang finally realized something was wrong and followed Shu Bing's gaze.

After seeing the scene across the street, he immediately grinned.

He closed the car door casually, looked at Mouse Bing with a smile, and said, "Brother Kun asked me to take you back, but it seems there's no need now. You play with them slowly, and I'll go back and find a horse to relax."

After speaking, he bumped away Shu Bing's subordinate with his shoulder and walked back to the film and television company with his arms swaying.

"Hey, remember not to dirty the door!"

In the window upstairs of the film and television company, Liangkun threw down the cigarette butt and closed the window again after shouting.

This is a crossroads, and those white-shirted people from Xinlianying are not standing on their own territory.

By not coming to block the door, Mad Dog Luo was already giving himself face.