Hong Kong movie: Traveling through the East Star, cheating the sister-in-law for one billion at the

Mo Luobing joked as he walked: "Brother Feilong, the last time my brother kidnapped Niu Er was purely a misunderstanding. I have no idea what grudges the people below have with your brother-in-law."

Tony and Ahu stared at Mo Luo Bing. This bastard's words were better than his singing. The big brother put the responsibility on the dead man. This kind of scum is not worthy of being the big brother.

"Fuck, if you dare to do it, you must dare to admit it. Morobing, what are you afraid of!"

Ahu retorted.

"You little bastard, you have no right to speak here, get out of here!"

Morobing pointed his finger at the opponent's nose and cursed.

Feilong lit a cigarette, grabbed a chair and sat down.

"Mo Luo Bing, if the dog you feed goes out to bite people, I won't look for you. If everyone is like you, then the world will be a mess. It doesn't matter if you don't admit it or admit it. Anyway, you have to give me an explanation today."

Morobing looked down at his watch and signaled his younger brother to lock the door.

"Feilong, I will definitely explain it to you today, but before that I have a question. I hope you can help me explain it."

"tell me the story!"

"Feilong, there are rumors that you can catch bullets with your bare hands. I don't know if it's true or not. If it can open my eyes, I can let you go today."

Feilong snorted coldly: "How about this, let's play roller. If it's my turn, you'll have a chance to see my unique skills. If it's your turn, I'm sorry!"

Moro Bing had already expected this, so he took out a gun that had been modified in advance and put it on the table.

He loaded a bullet at random, then quickly rolled the iron wheel and placed it on the table.

No matter how this gun is loaded, the bullet will always stop at an even number.

Mo Luobing took the lead in grabbing the gun, pointed it at his temple and pressed it.

Click!

The first shot was empty.

The boys behind him cheered.

"Feilong, it's your turn. If you don't dare, stop hanging around Hong Kong Island in the future and come here with me."

Tony, Shang Shui, and Ahu frowned to the extreme. Brother Long could catch the bullet, but that was within the effective shooting range. If the distance was too short, there would be no time to react.

"Brother Long, don't talk nonsense to this kind of person, just kill him."

Ahu slammed the table.

Mo Luobing suddenly stood up, spread his hands on the table, leaned his head over, and had an arrogant smile on his face.

"Why, I don't dare! I thought you were a fucking man, but I didn't expect you to be a coward."

The men in the room burst into laughter.

"Damn it, keep your mouth clean!"

Tony, Ahu and others stretched their hands to their chests, ready to draw their guns.

Feilong took a long puff of cigarette, spit it on Moluo Bing's face and said, "If it's open, we can proceed to the next step."

Moro Bing has a winning chance. As long as this bastard dares to hold a gun, he will definitely die, because the bet is doomed from the beginning.

"Of course, if you open it, I will give you justice immediately."

Big Yaju grabbed the gun, pointed it at his head and said, "Mo, why don't you just press it once? You can't stop mumbling."

Moluobing was furious and pushed Big Yaju away, spitting stars in his mouth.

"Hey, who are you? You are a local gangster in Hong Kong. You are a little gangster, why are you joining in the fun here?"

Feilong threw the cigarette butt on Moluo Bing's head and said, "Okay, today I will open your eyes."

"Bingo!"

Morobing's hair was filled with smoke and caught fire.

Big Yaju picked up a teapot and slammed it at Moluo Bing.

boom!

Ah!

Moro Bing rubbed his head with painful hands, and his hair was permed into curved noodles.

"Damn it, Jugou, you dare to hit me!"

"You heartless person, I was kind enough to put out the fire for you, but you were kind enough to accuse me instead."

The room burst into laughter again.

Mo Luobing is like a clown, making a fool of himself in front of everyone.

"Don't laugh. If anyone laughs again, I'll kill him with one shot. Jugou, I'll settle this debt with you later."

"Feilong, you must keep your word. Just now you said you would shoot."

Without saying a word, Feilong picked up the gun and pointed it at his temple: "Baby, watch carefully. I will collect the remaining five bullet holes."

Everyone focused their attention on Fei Long, and the whole place was extremely quiet.

boom!

The second shot was empty.

boom!

The third shot was empty.

boom!

The fourth shot was empty.

Feilong paused for a while, staring at Morobing.

"Feilong, he is a man, and he has one last shot."

Mo Luo Bing looked at Fei Long's right hand nervously. As long as he dared to move the gun away from his sight, he would immediately order his men to shoot.

boom!

Finally, the fifth bullet burst out.

Feilong stretched out his left hand and clamped the bullet between his index and middle fingers.

Moro Bing was stunned and his body shook involuntarily.

He never expected that Feilong, surrounded by so many masters, could be so good at kung fu.

Everyone present was shocked to the extreme. Even Sianshui, who had always looked down on him, felt inferior. The number one man in Hong Kong Island truly lived up to his reputation.

Moro Bing's brain was spinning rapidly, and he immediately launched the second plan, confronting him head-on.

Then he said: "Now that things have happened, I have nothing to hide. Feilong, you are really capable. I set traps twice but failed to kill you. I arranged for Li Niuer to be kidnapped. It is not you who will die today. It’s my death.”

The next second, dozens of gangs armed with machine guns rushed out of the stairs on the second floor and surrounded Feilong and others.

"The devil is one foot high and the Tao is ten feet high. Flying dragon, you never expected that you would still fall into my hands."

Big Yaju took the initiative and said: "Abing, don't be too complacent in everything. Look carefully at who the gun is pointing at."

"Ok?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the gunmen stood behind Da Yaju, formed a neat team, and aimed their guns at Morabing.

"You're a bunch of bastards. I've worked so hard to cultivate you, but you dare to point your gun at me."

Dayakju walked up to Moluo Bing, pointed at his eyebrows and said: "Do you know why you failed? It's because you are selfish and don't care about the life and death of your brothers. I only put one person next to you and convinced the rest. You tell me how incompetent you are."

Moro Bing was so shocked that he didn't expect that everyone around him would be devoured and ungrateful. When he thought about himself, he seemed to be living a joke.

"Winning kings and losing bandits, the capable ones live there, flying dragons and big-toothed colts. I, Mo Luo Bing, have long expected that this day would come. If I die, you will never get out alive."

Morobing took out a button switch from his trouser pocket with his right hand, and immediately took out a mask with his left hand and put it on.

"go to hell!"

The button beeps.

Yellow-green gas suddenly appeared around the house.

Feilong, Da Yaju and others took out masks from their waists and put them on at the same time.

"Why, why do you have one too?"

Morobing once again issued soul torture.

But when his eyes turned to the gunman behind Big Yaju, he instantly understood the reason.

"What, how could this be?"

Moluobing felt dizzy, exhausted, nauseated and vomited, and his stomach was churning, which was worse than a thousand arrows piercing his heart.