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Chapter 122 is a misunderstanding (monthly ticket plus extra)

Just when Han Hongbing was annoyed because the gangster leader was not filial, Hins saw a Nissan GTR speeding from a distance, followed by four or five trucks transporting props from the set. The trucks were now full of hooligans holding various knives.

As the GTR braked sharply, the trucks behind it also slammed their brakes hard. Before the trucks stopped, the thugs in the trucks jumped out, waving their weapons and shouting.

Xuanzi quickly pointed at those people and said to Han Hongbing:
"Here they are! They are the same people! Hey, the one getting off the GTR is Brother Yuan."

Zhai Yuan opened the door of the GTR and got out. With a gloomy face, he said to his men who jumped off the truck:
"Don't rush to do anything when you go in, lest you scare my mother. Listen to my instructions and then kill him."

"Brother Yuan, you're so late that the food is burnt." Before he finished speaking, a lazy voice was heard from inside the door of the nightclub.

"Calm down and move back a little to avoid scaring your aunt. I will walk out by myself and let you slowly chop me into nine pieces, okay?"

Hearing the provocative voice, Zhai Yuan raised his hand to signal his men to step back, and he also took a few steps back. Several bodyguards put their hands on their waists and stared at the door of the nightclub.

Behind them, Han Hongbing was adjusting the position of the Elm Cannon on the van, aiming at these people and saying excitedly:
"There must be nearly a hundred of them. These two shots are worth it. Take the stuff down. I'm going to fire."

Following Han Hongbing's instructions, Xuanzi carried the homemade bomb in his backpack, picked up a few Molotov cocktails with both hands and jumped out of the car. Han Hongbing took out a lighter and lit the two fuses that extended outside the barrel. Then he also jumped out of the car and shouted loudly to the people on the opposite side who had their backs to him and whose attention was attracted by Xie Hushan:
"Listen to my command! Look here! Fuck you! Translate for me, big brother!"

"My brother will show you clearly that he is the one who burst your sack!" Hins shouted loudly to the people in the Number Gang.

The number brought by Zhai Yuan on the opposite side helped the gangsters hear the noise across the street behind them, and they all turned around to look over.

Some people recognized Han Hongbing and saw him on the opposite side, and immediately rushed towards him. Some even walked towards him anxiously waving their weapons.

"Don't run too scattered. It's not good to run too scattered. Pay attention to the team..." Han Hongbing spoke with some regret when he saw the crowd showing signs of dispersing.

But before he could finish, the two fuses had already burned out. Then in Tsim Sha Tsui late at night, two deafening cannon shots were heard one after the other: "Boom!" "Boom!"
They didn't fire at the same time, but the second shot fired five seconds after the first shot!

The body of the van that served as the launch pad shook violently twice because of the sound of the artillery!
The car windows were even shattered on the spot!
From the dark rear door, two streams of fire spurted out one after another! Like an angry dragon with its eyes wide open!

The first shot knocked down a group of people, clearing the field for the second shot. The second shot almost hit Zhai Yuan, and some broken glass directly turned his bright yellow GTR into a melon!
Dozens of gangsters with knives and dragon and tiger tattoos who were holding knives just now, fell to the ground in large numbers after two cannon shots. They kept rolling around, screaming loudly, and their bodies were covered in blood. They no longer had the momentum they had just now.

After two rounds of firing, more than half of the nearly 100 thugs fell down, and the rest were so frightened by the sound of the gunfire that they crouched down with their heads in their hands or simply lay on the ground.

"Brother, please translate for me and tell them to get out of here as soon as possible." Han Hongbing lit a homemade bomb and threw it into the crowd like garbage.

Xuanzi helped Han Hongbing hold the Molotov cocktail with both hands, and with a homemade bomb in his backpack, he shouted:

"There's a bomb! Get out of here if you don't want to die! Otherwise, I'll kill your whole family!"

A few seconds later, the sound of a homemade bomb exploded, causing a dozen or so gangsters who had not been injured in the shelling and who had barely stood up and were preparing to muster up the remaining courage to immediately run away with their heads in their hands, never daring to look back.

What a fool! It's just a killing spree. Why is it so exaggerated? Even throwing bombs?
In the nightclub, Xie Hushan came out after hearing the gunshots, walked over and poked Zhai Yuan's head with his pistol, who had subconsciously squatted down to seek cover because of the gunshots:
"Hey, your mother bragged to me, what kind of a stick are you?"

When Zhai Yuan looked up, the muzzle of the gun was already against his forehead. Xie Hushan, holding a cigarette in his mouth, was looking at him with curiosity: "I'm asking you, what kind of stick are you?"

"Brother, it's a misunderstanding. I'm from the Nanwan Sanlian Gang..." Hearing Xie Hushan speaking Mandarin, Zhai Yuan also spoke Mandarin, trying to establish a friendship with him.

"Tell your people to throw out those pieces of broken copper and iron, otherwise I will burn them to death. Count three. I know how many guns there are. If one is missing, I will treat you to some mainland BBQ." Xie Hushan poked Zhai Yuan with the muzzle of the gun.

Zhai Yuan looked at Han Hongbing who had already lit a Molotov cocktail and was ready to throw it at his men at any time, and decisively told the frightened subordinates to throw out their guns.

He didn't dare to refuse. These two were lunatics, firing cannons and dropping bombs in a downtown area!

I just tied up a gangster and wanted to ask him why he beat my brother!

"Hit one by one and send them to the hospital!" Xie Hushan said to Han Hongbing after looking at the guns that were thrown out.

Han Hongbing was carrying a pickaxe handle that he had found with great difficulty on his back. He handed the Molotov cocktail to Xuanzi and took it off and held it in his hand. Only then did Zhai Yuan see clearly that the pickaxe handle had been modified and a sharp bayonet was installed at the front!

Han Hongbing, like a man trying to take advantage of a small opportunity, picked up the six pistols and put them in his waistband. Then he walked over and hit the heels of the bodyguards who were squatting with their heads in their hands, and scolded them like he was driving ducks:
"Get the hell out of here!" Zhai Yuan's six bodyguards dragged their injured legs and staggered away. Seeing that they were walking too slowly, Han Hongbing took the Molotov cocktail from Xuanzi's hand and threw it at them: "Run faster!"

"Boom!" Flames suddenly exploded behind the six people. Two of the slower ones had their feet and calves of pants immediately stained by gasoline and ignited. Blood and fire mixed together, and they screamed in pain from the heat.

After finishing all this, Han Hongbing came over and stood shoulder to shoulder with Xie Hushan, looking down at Zhai Yuan squatting on the ground:

"You're the one calling Big Brother Yuan?"

"My dear brothers, this is a misunderstanding. If I have offended you..."

"Brother, please translate and tell him to stop talking nonsense." Xie Hushan said with a smile to Xuanzi who was walking over.

Xuanzi walked over, put down the Molotov cocktail, and slapped Zhai Yuan four times, just like Han Hongbing slapped him:

"Fuck your mother, save your breath, my two younger brothers won't buy into your rules!"

"There are still so many incendiary bombs and earth bombs left, but they all ran away and didn't use them. The bayonet didn't give me a chance." Han Hongbing took the cigarette from Xie Hushan's mouth, took a puff himself, and said with some boredom:
"A group of common people, Li Hu can become a regular soldier if he comes."

Xie Hushan drew his bayonet and said to Zhai Yuan:

"What kind of a stick are you?"

"I..." Zhai Yuan was so frightened that he dared not speak, fearing that the other party would kill him to silence him.

"Forget it, say whatever you want. Just remember that this nightclub belongs to... Chang... Changle Society." Xie Hushan gently poked Zhai Yuan's neck with his bayonet:
"Changle belongs to my eldest brother's society. You arrested my eldest brother, so this place will be given to Changle as compensation. Can you accept it?"

Zhai Yuan nodded repeatedly. Although Xie Hushan put away his gun and held the bayonet, Han Hongbing next to him had already drawn his gun, as if they were changing shifts, making sure that there was always a gun against his head.

"I understand." He said sensibly.

"Big star, what should we say when the police come?" Xie Hushan asked with a smile.

"There was an internal conflict within the Number Gang. Two of my brothers got drunk and set off firecrackers that went off accidentally." Zhai Yuan said tactfully, "I will definitely not report it to the police. Don't worry."

Xie Hushan nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Where is my eldest brother?"

"on the car."

When Xuanzi heard this, he ran over quickly, opened the GTR's passenger seat, and took Abao, who had a bruised face and bound hands and feet, out of the car.

"I can pay for the medicine." Without Xie Hushan saying anything, Zhai Yuan immediately added:
"It was a misunderstanding."

"It's just a misunderstanding. Your mother is fine. Don't worry, the disaster won't affect your family. I understand." Xie Hushan slowly retracted the bayonet and said with a smile:
"Although you are late, I followed the normal procedures and there was absolutely no coercion. I treated her the same way your godfather treated your mother. I even gave her a tip. If you feel that you are being taken advantage of, at worst I will be your godfather in the future and I will also make movies with you as the leading role."

"You're anxious, you're anxious, you're anxious~" Seeing Zhai Yuan's face change drastically, Xie Hushan's smile became even brighter.

But Zhai Yuan squatted on the ground and didn't get angry in the end, which made Xie Hushan look at Han Hongbing:

"People in Hong Kong are very patient, just like Yakou. They never get angry no matter what you say. If I had known, I would have taken advantage of him. Pick it up. I'll spare your life if you know what's good for you."

Han Hongbing first knocked the man unconscious with a pickaxe, then skillfully used a bayonet to sever Zhai Yuan's tendons. After he was done, he looked at Xie Hushan with regret:
"This guy is a big gangster leader, but he doesn't even dare to say a single harsh word? I prepared so many weapons."

"Okay, let's burn the remaining stuff to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands." Xie Hushan said, and pulled up A Bao who had not yet recovered from the scene of the wounded everywhere.

"Brother, it's not too bad to spend 8,000 yuan to recruit two younger brothers. At least we didn't leave you alone when something happened. Next time you recruit someone, don't always ask them to pay. If you want to do something for you, you have to pay. Only after you get paid can they work for you."

(End of this chapter)