Hong Kong movies: What era is this? Are you still playing the dwarf mule game?

In the Jiulong Ice Room.

"Jiu Wenlong, what on earth are you doing back here! You keep saying that you don't care about the affairs of the martial arts world, but my woman and my little brother all revolve around you!" The prince pointed at Jiu Wenlong and shouted angrily.

"If you really want to quit the martial arts world, you shouldn't come back! Do you want money? Just tell me, I have it, I have a lot of money!"

The prince said, and slammed a stack of banknotes on Jiu Wenlong's face.

"Is it enough? If not, I still have more!"

Stacks of banknotes were continuously slammed on Jiu Wenlong's face.

Jiu Wenlong was silent. He did not refute, and he could not refute.

At the same time, a thought arose in his mind. Is it true that the martial arts world can only be advanced, not retreated?

"Jiu Wenlong, let's fight! If you win, my woman, my brother, my money, and even my prince's life, will all be yours!"

"If you lose, get out of here right now. I don't want to see you again in this life!"

"Three days later at eight o'clock in the evening, on the rooftop of Jiajia Building! I'll wait for you!" After the prince finished speaking, he took his men and left the Jiulong Ice House without looking back.

Jiu Wenlong didn't say anything, but just watched the prince disappearing in front of him quietly.

Was he really wrong? He didn't know.

However, it was indisputable that he had caused trouble to everyone since he came back.

...

In the bar.

Jiu Wenlong drank bottle after bottle of beer.

He really just wanted to be a good person, but no one believed him.

Once a gangster, always a gangster.

Could it be that he really had to either leave or continue to be a gangster?

"Along, are you drinking alone?"

Jiu Wenlong looked up blankly, but saw Song Zihao coming out from nowhere and standing in front of him.

Song Zihao opened a bottle of beer, clinked the bottle with Jiu Wenlong, and then blew the whole bottle.

"Brother Hao, why is this happening? I really just want to quit the underworld." Jiu Wenlong's depressed mood finally found an outlet.

Jiu Wenlong still trusted this senior in the underworld.

Song Zihao smiled and said calmly: "Along, do you know that I was the same as you before. After I was released from prison, I just wanted to be an ordinary person.

I drive a taxi for 12 hours a day. It's very hard, but I live a very stable life.

But later, Xiao Ma found me. His leg was lame, just like yours.

Later I learned that his leg was lame because he was avenged for me.

Do you know what the first thing Xiao Ma said when he saw me?"

It seems that he didn't expect Jiu Wenlong to be able to answer this question. Song Zihao continued: "He said that he wanted me to come back to the world!

He waited for me for three years, doing the work of washing cars every day, and being looked down upon by others for three years!

He said that the reason he was willing to wait so long was to give himself an explanation. He wanted to wait for me to get out of prison and make a comeback!"

Song Zihao said this, picked up the bottle, and drank another sip fiercely.

"But I rejected him. I don't want to live a life of fighting and killing in the underworld anymore. I just want to be a good person like you today!

But can people like us with blood on our hands be good people?"

"Tan Cheng, my little brother, later he became a leader. If I don't die, he will be uneasy!"

"What happened later?" Jiu Wenlong asked.

When Song Zihao was released from prison, Jiu Wenlong was still in the kiln, so he naturally didn't know about the big things that happened in the underworld later.

Song Zihao's experience is so similar to his own, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

"Haha." Song Zihao sneered. "Since I am still standing in front of you now, it must be that he is dead."

Song Zihao said, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Jiu Wenlong. Then, he lit his own cigarette and took a deep puff.

"Along, you are in the martial arts world, you have no choice. The martial arts world is not a place where you can retreat if you want to."

"Okay, no more talkativeness when you get old, and you want to chat with people when you meet them.

Take care of yourself. This is the martial arts world, not the market. It is not a place where you can come and go as you please."

Song Zihao took out a business card and gently placed it on the table.

"Along, think about it carefully. If you have figured it out, you can come to me. You still have Xiaowen and Xiaowen's mother. Don't let them down."

Everyone has a weak spot, and Jiuwenlong is no exception.

Jiuwenlong's weak spot is his son Xiaowen.

...

Three days later, on the rooftop of Jiajia Building.

Those who support Jiuwenlong and those who support the prince stand clearly.Two rows.

"Jiu Wenlong, let's settle the grudge here today!" The prince said indifferently, holding a machete.

Jiu Wenlong also held a steel rod in his hand and nodded calmly.

Some things he had to face alone.

Whether he left or stayed, this step today was what he had to do.

...

On the other side of the rooftop.

Xiaozhuang had already set up a sniper rifle.

In the headset.

"Boss, everything is ready. You have the final say on how to shoot."

"OK, listen to my instructions. If you can avoid killing people, try not to kill people." Lin Yi said.

It's not that they have any compassion, but if someone dies at this time, the subsequent cleanup will be very troublesome.

Lin Yi's purpose is just to take Jiu Wenlong, and he doesn't want to cause any more trouble.

He has too many things to do now, and he has no time to deal with extra things.

...

On this side, the duel between the prince and Jiu Wenlong has become fierce.

Both of them are covered with scars.

One is the former gold medal red stick of the club, and the other is the current gold medal red stick.

In the end, the scales of the goddess of victory leaned towards Jiu Wenlong.

Seizing a flaw of the prince, Jiu Wenlong pressed the prince under his legs fiercely.

The steel pipe raised high, facing the prince's chest, just stabbed straight down.

The prince has closed his eyes and waited for death. At this moment, he only felt extremely relaxed all over his body.

He can finally let go of everything.

Since the first day he set foot on the rivers and lakes, he knew that this rivers and lakes is a road of no return.

He did not resent anything, but only blamed himself for not being as skilled as others.

However, after closing his eyes for a long time, the pain he was waiting for never came.

He slowly opened his eyes, but saw that Jiu Wenlong's steel pipe was not inserted into his chest.

"Prince, everything is over. I don't want to argue with you."

Jiu Wenlong threw down the steel pipe in his hand, turned around and left in style. The matter in the rivers and lakes can finally come to an end.

However, at this moment, a younger brother in the crowd suddenly jumped out.

He waved a sharp blade in his hand and stabbed Jiu Wenlong's back fiercely.

"Jiu Wenlong, you killed my eldest brother, I want to avenge him!"

Because the incident happened suddenly and the distance was too close, Jiu Wenlong had no time to react at all.

Watching the sharp blade approaching little by little, Jiu Wenlong suddenly had a kind of enlightenment in his heart.

"If you get involved in a mess, you really have to pay it back!"

Tit for tat, he killed someone's eldest brother and his younger brother, and now revenge is here.

This is the rivers and lakes, a place where grievances and hatreds are endless and messy.

However, it was at this time.

A "bang" shot broke the tranquility of the night.

One person screamed and fell to the ground.

It was the knifeman who had attacked Jiu Wenlong with a sharp blade just now.

At this time, his right hand holding the knife was already a bloody mess.