A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

Wang Zuluo shook off the machete in his hand, calculated the distance to Xu Hua, and then nodded with a smile.

As he stepped forward, Gao Gang and Aji beside him followed Wang Zuluo's footsteps, also holding machetes.

Behind them were a dozen bodyguards who got out of the car with knives, and armored vehicles followed behind, helping them block possible attacks from behind.

"Whoever kills Mad Dog Luo will be the hall master of Mong Kok in the future!"

As Xu Hua finished shouting this sentence, the Xinji members on the street shouted in unison: "Kill!"

Then those members of the Xinji Club who thought they were brave and brave at the front stepped forward and rushed over. Behind them were nearly two hundred gangsters in black shirts.

Wang Zuluo narrowed his eyes and slashed the first Xinji staff member who rushed in front of him with the machete in his hand.

There is no bells and whistles, just aim at the position where the opponent's machete is swinging and slash at it.

There was a sound.

The opponent's machete was vigorously slashed and bounced, and the man's body staggered in the direction in which the machete was bounced.

After Wang Zuluo's knife cut through his machete, it didn't stop at all and continued to cut along the previous trajectory.

"ah……!"

The machete passed by, and an arm supporting the knife fell to the ground with half of its shoulder.

Blood and water sprayed out like money, and splashed everywhere as the owner of the body screamed and struggled.

He raised his foot and kicked the guy in the chest. There was a click, accompanied by the sound of the sternum breaking. The whole person was kicked up a few centimeters, and his body hit Xinji Dazai behind him.

Wang Zuluo continued to step forward, lowering his head to avoid the machete coming towards his head, and inserted the dog-leg knife in his hand into the opponent's stomach.

He pushed the guy in front of him, whose eyes were bulging out from the pain, and then swung the knife at the next person.

I finally understand why ancient generals were willing to use long weapons on the battlefield. It’s really unbearable to be surrounded and beheaded!

When he turned sideways and swung the knife at the person next to him, someone stabbed him in the back. His suit jacket was cut open, but no blood was seen.

With a casual slash, the Xinji Dazai's chest was cut open in half, and he looked like he would not survive.

But after such a delay, Wang Zuluo's forward body was dragged in place, and he started to parry with his sword left and right.

Damn it, this can’t happen anymore!

Wang Zuluo was chopped twice more and stabbed in the chest.

Fortunately, the bulletproof vest was strong, otherwise he would have been lying on the ground by now.

Once again, Wang Zuluo dodged a machete sideways. This time, instead of slashing back with the machete, Wang Zuluo grabbed the man's knife-holding arm, hugged the man in his arms, took a deep breath, and rushed forward against the opponent.

He was knocked nearly seven or eight meters away continuously. At first, the guy in front could still struggle, but now he was motionless and it was only Wang Zuluo's strength that kept him from falling to the ground.

Feeling that the blocking force in front of him loosened, Wang Zuluo threw the opponent hard towards Xinji Dazai who was rushing towards him from the side of the street.

Gao Gang and Aji in the back were also covered in blood, and the ones with themselves were more members of the Xinji Club.

They only advanced a dozen meters in total, and only four of the dozen or so bodyguards who had been following behind were left.

Wang Zuluo looked up at Xu Hua's position again, narrowed his eyes, swung his knife and took advantage of the gap to raise his legs and continue to charge.

You can't be dragged in place, otherwise Gao Gang and the others will be exhausted to death just by being tired.

A few minutes later, Wang Zuluo went out with countless knives.

It wasn't until the dog-leg knife slashed into the side of a new fighter, and when he tried to pull it out, it got stuck in the opponent's ribs, Wang Zuluo's charging momentum stalled.

He reached out and grabbed the opponent's collar, threw him over his shoulder and threw him to the side.

The dog-leg knife was still on the opponent's body, and the blood-soaked gauze belt had long been loosened, and now it was completely out of Wang Zuluo's hand.

The bandage spread out in the air, and was torn off by Wang Zuluo along with the blood and thrown to the ground.

Looking around, Wang Zuluo found his target, which was the sign next to the sidewalk at the entrance of the street shop.

A rectangular folding sign more than half a meter high and dozens of centimeters wide, with the words "Please do not park" written on it.

Wang Zuluo picked up this thing with one hand and waved it towards Xinji Dazai in front of him.

Several machetes were swept away, and even the opponent's knife-holding arm was broken.

This time, he grabbed the sign with both hands and rushed quickly in the direction Xu Hua was retreating. He waved left and right and swept away the Pengjie who was blocking the road in front of him.

Xu Hua, who was still watching the excitement from a distance with a cigarette in his mouth, saw Wang Zuluo sweeping away a few people with a sign in his hand, rushing straight to his position, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

I originally thought that Wang Zuluo just stood there and waited for Duan Kun to bring people to support him through the obstruction of the armored vehicle.

He also arranged for people to go over and block the crowd, just to drag Wang Zuluo into submission.

He had no confidence at all whether Wang Zuluo would die here.

Because the windows of the armored car following the crazy wolf were all lowered, and the muzzle of the submachine gun stretched out, it was not meant to scare people at first glance.

The other party can play swordsmanship with his own people according to the rules of the road, which is already the maximum concession.

It is estimated that when Wang Zuluo loses his strength, it is time for the submachine gun to fire.

That's why Xu Hua led his people to retreat to a safe position to watch the battle, to prevent Wang Zuluo from jumping over the wall and shooting without following the rules to save his life.

Although if you do this, Wang Zuluo's reputation will be ruined in the future. But at worst, the other party can live by relying on the security company alone.

"Damn it, who the hell said that Mad Dog Luo was lying when he chased and killed dozens of people by himself?"

The distance was not far away, and Xu Hua watched helplessly as a new kid was hit on the head by Wang Zuluo with a sign.

His whole body was thrown out, his face was twisted at 90 degrees with his body, and he looked like he would not survive.

After smashing it several times, Wang Zuluo rushed away from where Xinji was gathering again.

The signboard in his hand was almost twisted into a twist, and it looked like it had been painted with red paint.

Throwing away the sign in his hand, he lowered his head and picked up the solid wood baseball bat that someone had taken from the ground.

I waved it twice and it felt just right.

Looking up at Xu Hua's position again, Wang Zuluo grinned with a ferocious smile.

Now only Gao Gang and Aji were left with him. The injured Xinji Dazai around them were all dragged to the side of the road by their own people.

Because the motorcade following Wang Zuluo had no intention of stopping to get out of the way of the person lying on the ground.

If you drag slowly, you will be trapped under the tires.

"If you want to die, keep coming!"

Wang Zuluo moved forward again, and the baseball bat in his hand hit Xinji Dazai's arm in front of him, causing him and the knife to stagger several steps.

Before he could stand firm, he was kicked over by Wang Zuluo who was chasing him.

He kept charging along the street, and the convoy followed behind him, helping him block the enemies behind him and to the side.

Otherwise, if Wang Zuluo had been surrounded, he would have been killed here long ago.

"Lao Ding, let's hide for a while..."

Seeing Wang Zuluo waving a baseball bat and charging at the Xinji gangsters who were no longer afraid to come forward, the confidants around Xu Hua began to persuade his boss to avoid the limelight.