A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

Outside Temple Street.

Guan Yongxiaosa and his men blocked the street, looking unkindly at the white-shirted boys from Xin Lianying who were gathering more and more across the street.

No, the white tops in the past were just for the purpose of distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy.

The current white shirts are uniformly printed with the words "Xinlianying Property Company Security" in font.

The machete in his hand has now become a swing stick, pepper spray and a small rubber shield on his arm.

"We are planting flags on Temple Street tonight. Isn't it inappropriate for Xin Lian Ying to step on us?"

Xiaosha stood at the front with a sullen face, looking at the white-haired Duan Kun opposite, with a somewhat unpleasant tone.

"Put the flag if you want. We're just here to look for people."

Duan Kun glared at Xiao Sa across from him, especially when he saw the scar consisting of the words "Twelve Young Masters" on his arm, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

It's very common to see dragons and tigers tattooed on the road, but this was the first time he saw a person's name engraved on his arm.

Xiaosha's heart skipped a beat after hearing Duan Kun's words.

But he still asked with a hint of luck: "Who are you looking for?"

Duan Kun did not answer, but moved to the side, revealing Tang Qiushui standing behind him.

"We are looking for Tang Twelve. As soon as we find someone, we will leave here immediately."

Tang Qiushui looked at Xiaosha's face nervously, trying to see something from his face.

Although Tang Twelve was only adopted by him, after all, after raising him for so many years, he had already regarded him as his own son.

During the day today, Tang Twelve was plotted against by his men. If the brothers around him hadn't tried their best to protect him, he wouldn't have been seriously injured and rescued.

But now a full day has passed, and the other party has not sent back any news.

Tang Qiushui didn't know if Tang Twelve had been found by Xiaosha, so he called to use Wang Zuluo's favor.

"Tang Twelve...Young Master Twelve!"

Xiaosha's eyes turned red when she heard the name.

During these years in Stanley, if it weren't for the three twelve young masters on his arms, he wouldn't have been able to survive.

Now he's out for revenge, but someone always jumps out to save him.

"Twelve of Tang Twelve's godfathers and godmothers have all run away like crazy, and now you jump out and still want to protect him?"

Xiaosha took the machete handed over by his subordinates and wrapped the bandage around his right hand bit by bit.

Tang Twelve is dead today, even if the Hong Kong Governor comes he can't save him!

Buzz buzz~

The big brother on his waist rang, so he stopped and chose to answer the call.

In the past few days since he came out, the only person who knew his phone number was his old boss, Mr. Wei. Now that the phone was ringing, there was no need to think that it was Mr. Wei who was calling.

"Leave Tang Twelve to Mad Dog Luo, otherwise Temple Street will be unable to defend itself, and even you will have to leave Yau Ma Tei..."

Just after hearing the first few sentences, Xiaosha's expression changed.

Just hang up the phone and pretend like you didn't hear anything.

He directly raised his arm with the machete tied on it, swung it in Duan Kun's direction, and shouted: "Master Wei, let me know, kill these thugs!"

Most of the people he brought were lent to him by Master Wei, and only a few of them were old brothers who chose to come back to him after he waved the flag.

He knew that if he didn't drag Mr. Wei into trouble today, he would really have no chance to kill Tang Twelve in the future!

He lives for revenge, how could he listen to Master Wei?

He was sure that Tang Twelve was hiding in a corner of Temple Street. As long as he scattered the mourners across the street, one night would be enough to find Tang Twelve and cut him into pieces.

As for what to do after revenge?

The world of martial arts is created by fighting, and as long as you are ruthless enough, you can gain a firm foothold.

The worst thing is that you can pass by Dongxing. Dongxing's crow happened to have returned to Hong Kong Island from Southeast Asia. Now that he has joined Dongxing, he will definitely be accepted.

As the cool words fell, the bad guys with red cloth strips on their arms rushed forward with knives raised.

Tonight they swept half of Temple Street, it was an exciting time.

Not to mention that the person opposite was wearing a white shirt, even if they were wearing police uniforms, they dared to kill him and bleed him.

When Duan Kun saw that the other party chose to start a fight, a sick smile appeared on his face.

Brother Luo called just now and said that he had spoken to the other party's boss.

I thought I was just going through the motions tonight, but I didn’t expect it to actually open for business!

"Step in with me, and tonight New Lianying will be famous in Yau Ma Tei!"

As soon as Duan Kun finished shouting the last word, his body was already heading towards the Guanyong gangsters who were rushing towards them.

Duan Kun was in such a state that he was already used to it.

He waved his hand and led his men to follow him quickly. He was afraid that Duan Kun would be beheaded to death if he arrived late.

With such a shitty personality, no wonder he was in the hospital for so long last time.

Anyone who didn't die would probably be lying in the morgue.

The intersection of Yau Ma Tei and Mong Kok is Dundas Street, where Wang Zuluo's car was parked at this time.

Wang Zuluo had just sent away the ghost guy from the Yau Ma Tei Police Station who had come to have dinner with him. Before he could feel sorry for the millions he had given away, he received news of the melee in Temple Street.

Rubbing his temples, Wang Zuluo felt that his millions were not in vain.

Such a big movement tonight is enough to give those paid ghost guys a headache.

Regardless of the amount of money given out, as long as your parallel import business is launched in Yau Ma Tei in the future, it won't take long to double your earnings.

In addition to the parallel import business, various fruits smuggled from the mainland can also be turned into legal fruits and sold in Mong Kok after being passed through the fruit stalls in Yaowen.

It’s not just selling fans that can make a lot of money, other humble businesses can also make a lot of money.

Those in the water house can make a lot of money by supplying water and electricity to Kowloon Walled City.

Why can't he, Wang Zuluo, make a fortune by selling pirated goods and fruits?

"Has that guy named Huang Tony done anything recently?"

Wang Zuluo looked at Li Yunfei sitting opposite him and asked with a smile.

Wang Zuluo didn't care at all about the battle on Temple Street.

Not to mention that Duan Kun brought over all professional gangsters, Yaowen also rushed over with his men to provide support.

It's just a person who rushed out of the officialdom and rushed to the street, so there is no need to take it to heart at all.

The grass on the grave of the last one named Xiaosa was quite high, and now the one named Xiaosa has the same fate.

If you don't give Brother Luo face, what are you still doing?

If he really goes back well, A Le, who is also in Jordan, will probably start spreading rumors again to smear Wang Zuluo.

"My son just died. He must be busy setting up a mourning hall."

Since Wu Ying left the sea, Li Yunfei has taken over Wu Ying's position and is now responsible for the task of stopping the wind in Mong Kok.

"As for the salty magazines under his name, they have stopped publishing two issues. If they come back a few times, they may not be able to stand it anymore."

After learning the news he wanted, Wang Zuluo nodded with satisfaction.

Killing Billy Huang was not only a way to vent his anger, but Brother Luo also took a fancy to the magazine and printing house that printed salty magazines at his home.

Wang Zuluo still misses his first business, which was aborted before he could start a business.

Without him, although this thing has a bad reputation, it is really profitable.

At worst, it's better to cooperate with Liangkun. The other party doesn't care about this kind of reputation anyway.

The more Liangkun makes, the closer it will be for him to fall out with Jiang Tiansheng.

As long as they fall out, Wang Zuluo will find an opportunity to eat the entire Mong Kok.

Now the little benefit given to Liangkun can be recovered with profits, and maybe there will be channels for multiple film and television companies.