Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 199 Fight!
in the night.

Whoosh!
Aji narrowed his eyes into slits, kicked his legs, and like a ghost, he climbed up to the second floor of the villa, crossed the terrace, and went into the bedroom.

"clatter!"

He gently turned the door of the master bedroom. In the huge master bedroom, a bulging figure was sleeping soundly on a large bed.

The ends of Aji's curly yellow hair were wet by the mist, and fine water droplets gradually condensed as he moved.

There was not even any wind in the quiet space.

He walked forward lightly, drew out the dagger from his waist, flipped his hand, suddenly accelerated, twisted his waist and jumped up, holding the dagger, and chopped down in the air.

"Tick!"

Condensed water droplets dripped between the eyebrows.

The blade pierced through the bedding and burrowed deep into the pillow.

"wrong!"

Aji's expression darkened, he drew back the dagger, and a cloud of down flew up.

I lifted the quilt and took a closer look. There was no human figure inside, only a human-shaped mannequin and a pillow.

"Shh!"

A chill came from Aji's back, accompanied by gusts of wind. His brows tightened, his eyes narrowed into a line, he bent down sharply, and rolled off the bed.

A military dagger missed, the blade cutting through the silk quilt cover.

Umbrella Security's S-level bodyguard Tan Jianlin missed his attack, but reacted quickly, turned around immediately, and swept out with his knife.

"Qiang!"

After Aji avoided the blade, he retracted his legs and took a bow stance, then swung his sword back with his backhand, and the two weapons collided with a crisp sound.

Tan Jianlin only felt a slight numbness in his hand holding the saber. When he raised his eyes again, Aji had already swung out two swords, and the flexible blade was like a snake on a stick.

It cut along his hand, and blood immediately flowed out.

Then, he swung the knife around like cutting noodles, one cut after another, at an extremely fast speed.

Tan Jianlin could only use his strength to block the attacks. One or two out of ten cuts would always be missed, and the number of cuts on his body increased.

"Tan Jianlin, downgraded to A level."

Chen Shixian sat in front of the monitoring room with his legs crossed and drew a cross behind Tan Jianlin's name.

Then he said to the list: "Next, Vulture."

In the bedroom, Tan Jianlin was covered in knife wounds. His knees went weak and he fell to the ground. Aji coldly picked up the bloody dagger and stabbed him in the throat with one blow.

But before the knife fell, the door was kicked open, and the air flow brought up the smell of blood, stirring the room.

As Vulture ran towards Aji, he swung out his scabbard, knocking Aji's dagger crooked. The blade was dislocated and scratched along the corner of Tan Jianlin's jaw, leaving a bloody mark.

The next second, Aji and Vulture started fighting.

Three minutes later.

"Oh!"

The vulture was kicked away, breaking the glass on the second floor and falling heavily to the first floor.

Then, another bodyguard came in.

Aji held the dagger tightly, staring at the person who came, and finally noticed a clue.

Chen Shixian, the target to be killed tonight, actually treated him as a toy, playing with him and teasing him.

This feeling of being despised made him very unhappy.

He is a man who is confident to the point of being conceited.

No one is allowed to despise him.

He is a killer, he is here to kill people, not to be a sparring partner!
Aji pursed his thin lips and faced the new bodyguard. His body was tense as a line, like a cheetah ready to pounce. He kicked the ground with the force of a tiger.

"Shhhhh!"

After several rounds, a knife pierced the opponent's shoulder blade, and blood spurted out, splashing on Aji's face.

"laugh!"

He pulled out a dagger and kicked the bodyguard unconscious, then walked towards the surveillance camera in the corner with a murderous look on his face.

"boring!"

Aji stared at the surveillance camera with a terrifying look, and uttered two words with his lips slightly opened, almost sticking to the surveillance camera, and said provocatively: "I found you, wait."

Chen Shixian looked at Aji, who was almost face to face with him on the screen, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

It turns out that Aji is not mute, he can speak.

In SPL, he didn't have a single line and he was thought to be mute.

Chen Shixian glanced at Li Dabing and Qiu Gangao and asked calmly, "Who will come first, you two?"

"I come!"

Qiu Gangao took the lead, threw out a pair of butterfly knives, and made a set of beautiful knife flowers in his hands, his cold face full of excitement.

It’s the excitement of meeting a rival.

Li Dabing did not argue with Qiu Gangao.

From the surveillance footage, Aji is agile, has cool and neat sword skills, and has strong explosive power. He is indeed a good opponent.

But he had never seen Qiu Gangao use a butterfly knife in actual combat.

I'm really curious, which one is stronger, the dual-sword style or the short sword style?
"Okay, Ao, I look forward to your performance."

Chen Shixian smiled indifferently, which was considered as agreement.

In Hong Kong variety shows, "Yijing" has always been used as a combat unit.

He was also very curious about the combat capability level of his security personnel in this world.
Since Aji came to attack him.

It is just right that such a hardworking examiner is used to examine bodyguards.

Make the best use of things and don't waste them.

Retracting his thoughts, Chen Shixian fixed his gaze on the monitor again.

At the two ends of the long and narrow corridor, two figures stood facing each other with solemn expressions. As soon as their eyes met, they could see the strong desire to fight in each other.

“Tread, tramp!”

The two men ran towards each other face to face.

While running, it seemed as if it was in slow motion. Qiu Gangao shook his wrist, and a pair of butterfly knives appeared in his palms, flashing cold light and constantly turning.

Aji had a cold look in his eyes and held a dagger in his hand, showing a fierce posture. The dagger was covered in blood, which was very scary.

It’s only a dozen steps away, but it’s only a moment away.

Both sides are assassins, nimble and agile, very flexible.

At the moment of fighting, you will know your opponent's strength and no one dares to underestimate the enemy, so you have to give it your all.

Qiu Gangao's two swords are swift and the blade tips are dancing, his style is very wild. Although he has no school or sect, he has integrated the style of the Eight Palm Sword. His sword skills are elusive, overwhelming and dazzling.

Aji attacked alone with great speed and force.

As soon as they met, they used the Eight Steps and Thirteen Knives of Tongbei Quan, either chopping, slashing, or stabbing, in a very methodical manner.

The two of them fought back and forth, swords flashing, you hit me and I demolished, you attacked and I defended, and the fight was so intense that the range of the fight was no more than one meter.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The blades collided, sparks flew, and the sound was extremely loud.

Qiu Gangao's double swords are very fierce. Every attack is like a stroke of genius, with tricky angles, swift moves and fierce power.

"Shh!"

One cut after another, tirelessly.

After dozens of moves.

Qiu Gangao seized the opportunity, blocked the attack with one knife, and swung out with the other. The sharp tip of the knife cut across Aji's shoulder.

Aji felt the pain and kicked out quickly, hitting Qiu Gangao in the chest and removing half a step away.

He touched his shoulder and felt a burning pain and blood oozing out. It was caused by the knife cut just now.

Aji's pupils shrank slightly, his ferocious look was revealed, and his expression tensed instantly.

He held a Tongbei fist in one hand and a short knife in the other, with his shoulders loosened and his elbows wrapped, forming a Tongbi posture.

The tips of the front hands, front feet and nose are aligned in a vertical line, forming the "three straight tips".

Although Tongbeiquan is a boxing style, it is said to have originated from the Qi family. Originally, the Qi family was good at pole techniques. After they met Mr. Ma, they exchanged pole for boxing skills. Later, they met Mr. Zhao who was good at sword techniques, so they exchanged sword and pole, forming the unique "Twelve Linked Pole", "Eight Steps and Thirteen Swords", "One Hundred and Eight Single Hand Techniques", etc.

The Qi family integrated these skills, believing that weapons are extensions of the hands, so during combat, using a knife is like using a fist, and using a fist is like using a knife, which is very flexible.

"drink!"

Aji let out a low roar from his chest. The pain stimulated his adrenaline, making him even more fearless. He threw the dagger into the air, flew up again, leaped into the air, held the dagger, flipped in the air, and stabbed towards Qiu Gangao.

"What a fierce sword technique!"

Qiu Gangao's heart sank, and his whole spirit and energy reached its peak.

He knelt down with two knives in his hands, bent down at the waist, and the butterfly knife flew on the tip of his palm and stopped at his fingertips. He leaned back and passed under Aji.

A fight.

"Fuck!"

Two sounds of clothing tearing were heard at the same time.

Aji fell to the ground from the air, with two bloody marks on his abdomen and calves.

He rolled the moment he landed, creating a safe distance of several meters.

Qiu Gangao also slid and knelt for a distance.

He felt a tingling sensation from his chest to his shoulder blades. He looked down and saw that his skin and flesh had been turned over and cut by Aji's dagger.

Blood dripped onto the ground.

Qiu Gangao shook off the blood on his hands, stood up from the ground, looked at Aji in front of him, and swung his two swords coolly, very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Trading double swords for a single sword, it's worth it!"

Although both were injuries in exchange for injuries, the butterfly knife attacks at the same time caused two wounds on Aji.

And Aji only injured Qiu Gangao with one knife.

"Then give it another blow!"

Aji spoke concisely and without nonsense, not giving Qiu Gangao any time to breathe, and attacked quickly like a cheetah.

The dagger flashed with cold light, and each move was fast, hard, heavy, fierce, light, agile and shaking.

Aji is agile and nimble, ruthless and merciless. Every move he makes is lethal.

"I'll help you make it up!"

Qiu Gangao's eyes were sharp and his fighting spirit was burning. The lights in the corridor made his figure look slender and ghostly.

The blade drew a perfect arc in the air, light and agile, flashing and appearing.

Sometimes he attacks with one hand, sometimes with both hands.

The two hands may be the same length or of different lengths, and each swing is unpredictable, swift and powerful.

The two figures intertwined, their blades entangled with each other, creating sparks.

Every clash is filled with endless fighting.

“A joy to watch!”

Chen Shixian sat in front of the surveillance camera, watching the two people trembling in front of him with great interest.

Li Dabing was standing nearby, his blood boiling with excitement: "Brother Ao is very skilled, this Aji is as strong as him."

“I just don’t know who is better?”

Chen Shixian tapped the armrest of the chair with his index finger and said calmly, "Of course it's Ao."

"Aji is flexible and has strong explosive power, but his endurance is not as good as Ao's. We must fight quickly and decisively."

"But Ao has stronger overall strength and is more durable."

"The longer the fight goes on, the worse it will be for Aji."

"What's more, Aji had fought three rounds before and received two more knife wounds than Ao."

"The defeat is certain."

In fact, strictly speaking, when it comes to swordsmanship alone, Aji is definitely better than Qiu Gangao.

But Aji had experienced a series of battles before, his blue bar was depleted, and he also encountered a tough opponent like Qiu Gangao.

It's normal to lose.

As soon as Chen Shixian finished speaking, the surveillance screen appeared.

Due to Aji's blood loss and the long battle, his speed and movements began to slow down. Although it was imperceptible, it was enough to be fatal between two equally matched people.

Qiu Gangao keenly sensed the changes, seized the opportunity, and turned the situation around in an instant.

Then he picked up the butterfly knife and used a set of knife skills, leaving several more scars on Aji's body.

"Bang!"

Then, Qiu Gangao took advantage of the victory and kicked Aji hard, knocking his dagger away.

Then he rushed forward and stabbed Aji with two butterfly knives at the same time.

"Lost..."

Aji's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at Qiu Gangao in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, there was such a talent around Chen Shixian. He closed his eyes in despair.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, the lights in the entire corridor suddenly lit up.

The knife that Aji imagined did not fall on him. He squinted his eyes, slowly opened them, and adjusted to the new light.

Qiu Gangao had already put away his butterfly knife. He grabbed him and pushed him into a study room next door.

In the study room.

Chen Shixian was neatly dressed, with a Panda cigarette between his fingers, sitting on the black leather sofa. He looked away from the monitor and looked at Aji in front of him.

A baby face, a pair of eyes full of murderous intent, and a white dress, which was now soaked with blood, looked like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Although there is no killer code that requires killers to dress low-key when killing people, most killers usually choose night clothes or windbreakers, or some black clothes in order to hide their identities.

For someone like Aji, who sneaks around at night to kill people, wears a conspicuous white suit, and is unique, he can't think of any other reason except to be cool and extremely confident.

Chen Shixian sat on the sofa, as if greeting an old friend: "Aji, relax, don't be so nervous."

Aji said nothing, his eyes were grim.

Opposite him, Li Jie and several bodyguards held guns in their hands, pointing the black muzzles at him.

As long as he made any unusual move in front of Chen Shixian, he would be dealt with immediately.

Relax?

The corner of Li Jie's mouth twitched slightly. In this situation, I'm afraid no one can relax?
"What era is this? You're doing assassination alone without a gun?"

"You don't think a knife is faster than a gun?"

Chen Shixian leaned his hands on the sofa, looked at Aji in front of him, and teased with a smile.

Aji replied grimly: "If the wind has not leaked, the knife is enough, but if the wind leaks, the gun is useless."

While speaking, Aji was looking at the firepower around Chen Shixian, thinking about how to succeed.

When a killer is performing a mission, he will always encounter emergencies. A ruthless killer will never give up the mission until the last second, even if he is facing a desperate situation.

"For a killer, confidence is a good thing, but being overconfident is not a good thing."

Chen Shixian took a puff of his cigarette, looked at Aji in front of him, and smiled: "Do you know why you can still stand and talk to me now?"

Aji looked at Chen Shixian steadily, with confusion in his eyes.

"It's simple, because I admire you very much and want you to help me and work with me."

Chen Shixian came straight to the point and spoke frankly.

"Why?"

Aji sneered and replied with only three words.

He is a killer, a knife, a ruthless blade. Whoever holds this knife is his master.

Currently, the only person who is interested in his knife and recognizes it as its master is Wang Bao.

Apart from being a handsome guy, he didn't think that the man in front of him was qualified to hold his knife.

"You are a defeated general."

"As the owner of this knife, you will soon have to sell salted duck eggs. Is that enough?"

Chen Shixian smiled faintly.

"If you have the ability, try it. If you can kill Master Bao, I will be yours!"

Aji looked defiant and spoke in a cold expression, "A famous sword chooses its master, and he will follow anyone."

His eyes narrowed, and as he spoke, his hands moved slightly inward to his waist.

"Whoosh!"

The next second, a cold light flew towards Chen Shixian!

(End of this chapter)