Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 164 "162" The King of Martial Arts, a Sensation in Southeast Asia
"Old man, you dare to stop our former leader, Qingnan? Are you tired of living?" A tattooed Yamaguchi-gumi man sneered at Brother Ji.

It was as if they didn't care about anyone at all.

Yuan Qingnan, in particular, looked extremely contemptuous.

Brother Ji glared at the group with displeasure and yelled, "I'm tired of living, you bastards! You bunch of losers have cost me at least a million dollars. I wish I could skin you alive!"

"Then come on." Yuan Qingnan straightened his suit and spoke casually, exuding arrogance and unruliness.

"Fuck your mother!" Brother Ji was about to attack when Thirteen Sister quickly stepped forward and stopped him, her eyes filled with shock.

"Brother Ji, are you crazy? You dare to offend people from the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

"It's not a question of whether I dare to or not, it's a question of whether I want to kill!" Brother Ji cursed, his anger reaching its peak.

This is the first time in over a decade that I've gotten this angry.

It was because of those idiots from the Yamaguchi-gumi that he lost millions.

The manpower that had been painstakingly gathered was almost entirely wiped out.

How could I not be angry?

At this moment, Brother Ji's heart was bleeding, and he was even thinking of fighting these bastards to the death.

"The fight isn't over yet, none of you are allowed to leave!" Brother Kei ordered his Hung Hing men to surround the Yamaguchi-gumi members, and he was furious.

"If they dare to leave, then chop them all up on the spot!"

"No problem!" the Hung Hing henchmen shouted, their hearts also burning with anger.

Brother Kei is a veteran of three reigns, and with Brother Kun added, that makes him a veteran of four reigns.

He usually jokes around and gets along well with his subordinates, but when he speaks, his words carry a lot of weight.

Everyone was on high alert, eager to get started.

The surrounding gangs and factions all looked at Brother Kei with incredulous eyes.

It's as if it's saying, "Are you fucking crazy? How dare you offend the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

The number one gang in Asia!
The Sanlian Gang didn't dare to say a word, so where did your brother get the courage?
"Alright, then I'll wait and see what your trump cards are." Yuan Qingnan stepped back again, looking at Brother Ji with a playful expression.

Even though there were dozens of Hung Hing henchmen around him, his eyes were full of arrogance, as if he didn't take them seriously at all.

They're all just small fry.

Even if they all attacked together, Yuan Qingnan could still crush them like ants.

That look in his eyes really annoyed Brother Ji. He pointed at Yuan Qingnan and cursed, "After the fight is over, you'll know what death means!"

"I'll play along to the end," Yuan Qingnan laughed loudly, his arrogance evident to everyone present.

Not to mention others, even Yuan Qingnan was somewhat surprised by Brother Ji.

I don't know where he got the courage from, but he can actually be so brave.

……

NZ stabbed Xi Jie with his knife, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through his back. He stomped hard on Wen Wen's skull, causing it to cave in. Without turning his head, he swung his katana across his own shoulder.

puff-

Huang Tiansong, who attempted a sneak attack, had his neck pierced on the spot.

Finally, he turned around and cleaved the man's weapon in two with a single stroke, then grabbed the hilt and twisted it, severing three or four of the man's fingers.

He screamed in agony.

With another flick of his hand, he slit his own throat.

He didn't even have the interest to glance at who the person was.

From then on, the five tigers and ten heroes of the new regime, and the leaders of the Wo Luen Shing, were almost completely wiped out by one person.

Even if Sun Kee and Wo Luen Shing ultimately win, they cannot avoid the risk of being swallowed up by other companies.

If all the fighters are gone, how can we play anymore?
"I'm really shocked that you guys are so useless!" Nan Zheng sneered, stuck her katana into the ground, and slowly lit a cigarette. Scarface and Big Foot rushed up quickly.

Binni Tiger was slashed seven or eight times, but he was still wielding two machetes and slashing at people everywhere.

The prince had a knife stuck in his shoulder, but he still slashed three or four more with a crazed expression.

Ekin Cheng, Da Fei, Chan Ho-nam... all of them were injured, but none of them died.

This left Nan Zheng somewhat disappointed.

I seem to have really overestimated Big D and his gang of losers; they're practically a bunch of scumbags!
"Hurry up and finish, I still need to go home and masturbate." Nan Zheng leaned against the hilt of her samurai sword, casually smoking a cigarette, exuding an air of arrogance and unruliness.

The fighting raged on, with cries of agony filling the air. The beach was covered with corpses and severed limbs, and henchmen from both sides fell one after another.

With the deaths of the top executives of Wo Shing Wo and Sun Kee, the opposing forces completely collapsed, and the Hung Hing men were in high spirits, defeating the enemy and causing them to flee in disarray.

Of the original thousand people, only five or six hundred remain.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out, and the dark-skinned Asian youth on the left threw a punch, knocking off Ekin's head as he was right next to Xiaochun.

His entire head flew off, the skin and flesh of his neck were pulled far away, and his head bounced back, then stuck to his back and swayed from side to side like a yo-yo.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, even Nan Zheng was drawn to it.

"Black Gold people? This outburst... damn, it's actually quite interesting."

“Six-Headed Hydra.” Scarface narrowed his eyes. He had heard of these people’s code name before, and they also had snake tattoos on their arms.

Even so, it's still terrifying.

This outburst is truly worthy of someone who practices Muay Thai.

So powerful that even the Crown Prince might not be able to fight back.

In reality, the Crown Prince couldn't really fight like that, because he practiced proper Muay Thai, while Black Gold and his ilk had all overdrawn their own life force to achieve that. They were not the same kind of people, so they couldn't be compared.

"Fuck your mother!" Ekin roared furiously, leading a dozen men straight at the six-headed serpent.

Nan Zheng didn't move. She had already fought all the ones who needed to be fought, and the rest would naturally be left for the subordinates to fight desperately.

It doesn't make sense for the boss to protect the underling, does it?
It's almost entirely one-sided now.

With all the leaders of the three-way alliance dead, the Hung Hing began to exert its strength.

The veterans brought by Nan Zheng also went on a killing spree, basically in groups of three, back to back.

Divided into more than a dozen groups, with the knife tips facing outwards.

Once it makes a move, it's like a thorny triangle, crashing into the crowd and stabbing wildly; anyone who dares to get close will be pierced and bleeding.

The key is not just one group, but a whole dozen groups, arranged in a crooked, serpentine line, with sharp blades, resembling centipedes.

The members of the three-party alliance, apart from the Black Gold members, could easily defeat many Hung Hing henchmen on their own.

The remaining people had almost begun to flee in panic.

Because they knew very well that the real calamity was about to begin.

The most powerful fighter on the field, and the only one who could fight Nan Zheng, was standing on a large rock covered in blood and flesh, his face slightly pale, his eyes coldly surveying his surroundings.

Xiahou Wu, Luo Tianhong, Gao Jin, and Zheng Wei all surrounded him.

They exchanged a glance, then rushed forward and hacked the man to pieces with their cleavers.

Whether it's a six-headed hydra or a seven-headed hydra, they are all extremely bizarre, so bizarre that in a one-on-one fight, none of them can defeat them.

Even Gao Jin would have to be pestered for a long time.

Because apart from bleeding, they seem to feel no pain at all.

The greatest fighting power is the absence of pain sensation, and these people have clearly achieved that.

Seeing that even the most powerful seven-headed hydra had been chopped to pieces, Black Gold's expression turned grim.

He knew this would be the outcome, but he was still very unwilling to accept it.

Because he had anticipated both the win and the loss, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Black Gold is the one whose heart is bleeding.

That's such a damn rip-off.

"Ah Ji, can you beat that Gao Jin?" Wang Bao asked, smoking a cigarette.

“Assassination is something we can try,” Aji said expressionlessly.

“It’s definitely worth a try,” Wang Bao chuckled.

“Liang Zheng has too many thugs around her. If it weren’t for this challenge, no one would have known how many capable people she has around her.”

"No wonder those who fight him either fall flat on their faces or get their whole family wiped out. They deserve it."

Ding Yao looked at Da Fan and smiled, "So, how are you going to be against Gao Jin? Are you confident?"

“No problem.” Da Fan nodded confidently, speaking directly and frankly.

Whether we can win or not, we'll have to fight to see, but I'm confident.

“That’s right, that’s the true Thai royal family. Otherwise, how could they have ascended to the throne?” Ding Yao smiled.

Kim Mongkol is a term used to describe Thailand's strength.

Only the most capable fighters can rise to the top, and there are only eight such positions in the entire Southeast Asia.

Everyone was discussing it animatedly, but without exception, they all avoided mentioning Nan Zheng.

Choose to avoid and ignore this person.

Damn, he looks terrifying, let alone comparing him to the thugs around you.

How can you even compare?

The guy who was talking the most arrogantly just now is called Dongguan Boy.

It was cleaved in two with a single stroke.

Only Yuan Qingnan looked down at the spirited Nan Zheng, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

He was absolutely confident that he could defeat Nan Zheng.

It's not arrogance, but confidence.

……

As time passed, all the high-ranking members of the three-way alliance were killed, suffering heavy losses and perishing on the beach of the Firework Terrace.

The remaining henchmen were all chased and hacked to pieces by Nan Zheng's men.

Six-Headed Serpent lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked at the injured Ekin, Chan Ho-nam, and Tai Fei around him with contempt in his eyes.

Then Gao Jin and his group came over.

He let out a cold laugh, picked up the knife from the ground, and slit his own throat.

The last one who could fight committed suicide.

He knew very well that Chen Haonan and his ilk were at one level, while Gao Jin and his ilk were at another.

He can beat someone like Chan Ho-nam, but he definitely can't handle a group of people like Ko Chun who gang up on him.

The seven-headed hydras that were stronger than him were all turned into mush.

Go get the dough wrappers now, sprinkle some chopped green onions, and you can make dumplings.

It's better to be more dignified yourself.

The remaining three alliance members numbered less than two hundred. This time, Hung Hing mobilized its entire force to exterminate them.

However, it wasn't fatal.

Instead, all of them lost their hands and feet.

Just the number of disabled and half-dead people here alone will cost at least hundreds of millions in compensation.

But if they all die, it will only cost ten million at most.

It's easy to imagine how big the difference is.

These days, human life is worthless.

"Well done." Nan Zheng looked at Luo Tianhong and the others who had returned and said calmly, "Everyone contributed this time, and you will all stand out tomorrow."

"You're more than just outstanding! Ah Zheng, you're such a good fighter, you'll probably be famous throughout Southeast Asia tomorrow!" Brother Ji said with a smile as he walked over with Sister Thirteen.

"Taking Hung Hing's men to take on three at once, that's more than just being powerful! Even aliens from outside Earth would be terrified of you!"

"Stop flattering me," Nan Zheng said casually.

"When have I ever done anything without being this awesome? I'll get it done even if it means going through fire and water."

"This is truly eye-opening. You are even more formidable than the protagonists in martial arts novels." Thirteen Sister went over to help Han Bin up, her gaze towards Nan Zheng filled with undisguised shock.

"Good to know, otherwise how can it be called awesome? It's awesome to the extreme!" Nan Zheng laughed loudly, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and swaggered over.

"I don't know about Bruce Lee, but Ip Man could definitely take on ten of them!"

"I could punch him to death even if he crawled out of a moldy coffin!"

Both inside and outside the venue, the Hung Hing members were all filled with excitement, while the members of the three-party alliance had gloomy and uncertain expressions, looking extremely unpleasant.

As soon as it ended, many itinerant doctors rushed over to check the injuries.

These people were all brought by Brother Ji; Nan Zheng really hadn't expected this.

This old fence-sitter had planned everything, except for the fact that those quack doctors kept vomiting, so they would also have to call a doctor.

Damn, this is too bloody.

"Liangzheng." Nanzheng had just gone upstairs when she turned around and saw Wang Bao smilingly handing her a bag of Marlboros.

"If it's not dismantled, it won't poison you."

"That's fine." Nan Zheng reached out and took it, lit one of the cigarettes in her mouth.

He definitely wouldn't smoke it if it had been opened.

It's not that I'm afraid it's poisonous, it's that it's unnecessary.

You won't even give me a new pack, you're not giving me any face at all, are you looking down on me?
"We'll have the chance to work together in the future," Wang Bao said with a smile.

Nan Zheng glanced at him: "Smoking is fine, but you don't need to smoke candy."

"Keep it for your son's full moon celebration party."

"Hahaha!" Wang Bao threw his head back and laughed loudly.

This battle showed everyone Nan Zheng's strength and confidence, and also revealed his arrogant and domineering nature.

This was completely unexpected by everyone.

If it weren't for this battle, they really wouldn't have known how capable Liang Zheng and her people were.

Wang Bao left shortly afterward, glancing at Luo Tianhong as he wiped the eight-sided Han sword before departing.

His cousin's most capable and trusted confidant.

I didn't expect him to be alive...

Wang Bao's mind raced, and he quickly realized that Lian Haolong's death was probably related to Luo Tianhong.

Was this blue-haired guy originally Liang Zheng's person?
Soon, Huang Bingyao and his group began to determine the winner. Although there were some minor hiccups, the competition proceeded smoothly, and Hung Hing won without any surprises.

As soon as it ended, many gangs came over to greet Nan Zheng.

It's better to make good connections than to offend someone.

Even the camels from Dongxing greeted us unexpectedly.

Nan Zheng nodded casually while smoking, her eyes inadvertently catching sight of a few people in the corner staring at her with cold expressions.

Turning my head, I saw Big D and Black Gold.

Old Xu has been riddled with bullets.

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've actually settled accounts with them yet," Nan Zheng sneered.

Just as he was about to make a move, Huang Bingyao said, "Liang Zheng, don't cause trouble."

This statement indicates a stance; ultimately, the police have the final say here.

Rules are rules.

“Alright, then I’ll give these officers face and definitely won’t cause any trouble,” Nan Zheng said with a smile, her eyes suddenly turning cold.

"But we'll see later."

After all, they're here to defend us, so we have to give them some face.

Nan Zheng didn't care.

Big D's eyes were filled with a fierce light, his face was ferocious, and he was helped away while gritting his teeth, but what he saw more of was despair and deathly paleness.

Because he knew that from this day forward, there was no place for him here anymore.

Even if it were truly considered the leader of Wo Shing Wo, it would be the same.

All the capable fighters were beaten to death and chopped to pieces by Liang Zheng, completely severing ties with the Lian Sheng family.

Black Gold and Liang Zheng brushed past each other, giving each other a cold glance. But just then, a dark gun barrel suddenly rose up.

Black Gold's pupils immediately contracted.

boom!
"Fuck your mother! I was about to let you go, and you still gave me attitude? If you want to die, I'll send you down there!" Nan Zheng cursed, and before the other party could react, she shot and killed several bodyguards of Eight-Headed Serpent and Black Gold.

So good at fighting? What good is being good at fighting?

I fucking have a gun!
He fired another burst of bullets at Black Gold, then kicked him a dozen times while cursing.

My anger subsided considerably.

Looking around again, I noticed that that bastard Big D had already left when he realized things were going badly.

But he was right. If he had run a little later, Nan Zheng would have gotten back at him.

"Liang Zheng!" Huang Bingyao walked over with several riot police officers, his expression grim.

"What are you doing, Inspector Wong? I'm helping you collect your reward, why are you being so rude... I'm so afraid you'll beat me to death!" Nan Zheng laughed heartily.

Then he kicked Black Gold over again:
"I mean I won't take action off the field... but this bastard has an international warrant for arrest, so it's not wrong for me to rid the world of this menace, is it?"

Everyone stared in disbelief.

"If he's dead, then you've done a good job setting up this scheme. Go ahead and take credit for him." Nan Zheng smiled and kicked the black-gold corpse away.

In fact, he knew that Huang Bingyao and his group also wanted to crack down on illicit funds.

After all, what kind of good person could be someone who calls Guanchai Ba his brother?
It was already known that Black Gold had an international arrest warrant.

This is simply going with the flow.

If there's profit to be made, nobody cares about the rules.

If you only benefit yourself, others will naturally be unhappy.

But it's different for him.

Nan Zheng also couldn't understand how people like Lin Dayue and Hei Jin, who knew they had a dirty past and were wanted by the police, dared to show their faces openly.
That's commendable courage.

"Ah Zheng, and them too!" Brother Ji immediately ran over and pointed at Yuan Qingnan and the others.

"It was this bunch of idiots who let the three-party alliance members in."

"Hello, Mr. Nan." Yuan Qingnan greeted him with a smile as he led his group over.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Hara Aoko, the chief leader of the Yamada branch of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan."

The moment the words were spoken, everyone erupted in an uproar.

Hara Aono?
Is that Hara Aono, the most skilled fighter in Japan?

I didn't expect him to come too.

Even Huang Bingyao and the other plainclothes officers looked at Yuan Qingnan with surprise in their eyes.

Hara Aoko, the future successor of the Yamaguchi-gumi, handpicked by Takenaka Masahisa, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Even those former Yamaguchi-gumi uncles who broke away from the Yamaguchi-gumi and established the Ichiwa-kai on their own could not deny Hara Aono's strength.

Even in Southeast Asian no-rules fighting competitions, Yuan Qingnan won first place seven times.

He even stunned the audience by defeating his opponent three times in a row.

That's right, it was three 2-second sales.

Such a record would place them among the top combat forces on a global scale.

After all, those who can compete for the fighting championship are all top-notch fighters.

However, Yuan Qingnan was able to kill them instantly, which shows how terrifying his strength was.

At this moment, Yuan Qingnan took the initiative to greet Nan Zheng, even showing some goodwill, which was enough to prove Nan Zheng's strength.

For the Japanese, status and reputation are all meaningless.

Only the strong will be shown goodwill or admiration.

Especially since Nan Zheng just used a samurai sword and went on a killing spree.

This made them feel incredibly vain.

For someone like Brother Ji, the Yamaguchi-gumi only gave him sarcastic remarks.

They didn't even respect the veterans of the Hongxing regime who served four dynasties, let alone the veterans of the Qing dynasty who served eight dynasties.

After all, those who believe in Bushido are the most extreme group of people who believe in the survival of the fittest.

"Yamada-gumi? Hara Aoko? That name sounds familiar." Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

“Many people have heard of my name, but no one has ever seen me.” Yuan Qingnan said with an arrogant expression.

Brother Ji was extremely annoyed: "You look like an idiot. You're going to be dead sooner or later. What's the difference between seeing you and not seeing you at all?"

"Brother Ji, you don't know who he is, do you?" the Crown Prince suddenly asked in surprise, even he was wary of Yuan Qingnan.

Did Brother Ji treat him like an ordinary person? How could he be so brave?
“I know him like a rat!” Brother Ji cursed.

He's already lost millions because of this blunder, so it's impossible for him not to be furious.

"I've already said, I'm only responsible for checking for firearms. The rest is none of my business, and nobody told me whether it's okay or not." Yuan Qingnan remained nonchalant, then pointed at Brother Ji.

"If you're not satisfied, I'm ready to challenge you anytime."

"Fine, I'll find someone who can fight to beat you to death someday!" Brother Ji said angrily.

Yuan Qingnan smiled, then left with his men.

Nan Zheng glanced at him: "Brother Ji, I really admire your courage. You actually want to have a one-on-one fight with the number one fighter in the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

"Damn, I admire you."

"What do you mean by 'number one combat power'?" Brother Ji was confused. The prince briefly explained the situation.

Everyone around was trying to suppress their laughter.

Damn it, so the most powerful one in Hung Hing isn't Liang Zheng, but Ba Ji.

Wei even challenged Yuan Qingnan to a duel in person.

After hearing Yuan Qingnan's resume, Brother Ji's face turned deathly pale, and he shouted in a hushed voice, "This bastard is currently the number one fighter in Southeast Asia? Or the future successor of the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

Why didn't anyone tell me?

Everyone immediately burst into laughter; they knew that Brother Ji definitely didn't know.

Otherwise, where would the courage come from?
"Brother Ji, I told you to stop counting hairs all the time. Now look at you, you're so bad that even foreign experts can't tell which one is which, and you even challenged him to a one-on-one fight... Wow, you're even more awesome than me!" Nan Zheng patted Brother Ji on the shoulder and laughed. Brother Ji's face immediately turned red, and he almost staggered and fainted.

"No way, do you think I have that much strength?" Nan Zheng looked at her palm in surprise.

The crown prince couldn't help but laugh: "It's not that you're strong, it's that he knows he's going to fall."

“Those Japanese devils are the most trustworthy. If they say they'll fight him one-on-one, they'll definitely come... Brother Ji, you should think about what to do after you die.”

"I'm genuinely afraid they'll punch you to death."

Brother Kei fell straight down and was quickly helped up by several henchmen, but his face was full of words like "I'm done for," "I'm dead," and "despair."

A one-on-one fight against Southeast Asia's number one fighter?

how to spell?
Hit him with your head!

Whether anyone in Southeast Asia can beat Hara Seio is unknown, but Hara Seio is indeed the undisputed champion in serious matches, a record that no one has surpassed yet.

Nan Zheng thought for a moment and recalled the other person's expression when they spoke earlier; it didn't seem fake.

So it's clear that the three-party alliance only told Yuan Qingnan to search for firearms, without explaining any other rules.

If a conflict arises later, they can shift the blame to the Yamaguchi-gumi.

The Yamaguchi-gumi members have always been arrogant and self-important, looking down on ordinary gangsters.

Just like how we treat Brother Kei.

If Nan Zheng hadn't been exceptionally capable, Yuan Qingnan wouldn't have bothered to offer a single explanation.

To put it bluntly, the people in the three-party alliance secretly set a trap for Nan Zheng.

Since the Yamaguchi-gumi doesn't offer any explanation, the conflict between the two sides will naturally escalate into another fight.

"That's interesting." Nan Zheng sneered, only belatedly realizing the plan of Big D and the others.

But it doesn't matter. Once they leave the fireworks display area, the days of Wo Luen Shing and Sun Kee will be numbered.

Nan Zheng single-handedly brought down two gangs' leaders and thugs who had been operating for decades.

How can they possibly fight back?
……

"Boss, there are eighty-four injured. Seven are seriously injured, eight are crippled, and the rest are all fine, basically no problem." Scarface walked over with a relaxed tone after counting the number of people.

Nan Zheng asked in surprise, "Not a single one died?"

“Our men have also secretly put on armor,” Scarface said softly.

"Damn! No wonder none of them died, they're as clever as monkeys." Nan Zheng laughed and cursed.

They brought only veterans, seasoned by countless battles; even if they were injured, they would at most lose a hand or a foot.

They're not gangsters; they all have some survival skills. After all, they've all come from piles of corpses.

Of the remaining decision-makers, only half remained.

Especially Brother Ji's, only a third of it was left. He didn't faint just now, but he will now.

I was just so angry.

Even if the main branch spends money on medical expenses, so many people have died, and when they went back, they didn't even bother to guard the territory. Those who needed to go to the hospital went to the hospital.

It is easy for others to take advantage of a weakness.

The risks of a bloody battle are inherently high.

The profits are also high.

What Nan Zheng hadn't expected was that none of the leaders had died.

That makes sense, though, since he took care of all of the opponent's main force by himself.

Their survival proves their ability.

It's all my fault for being too awesome!
"Send the injured to the ship first, and those who need medical treatment to the clinic first. Those who can't take it anymore should be taken directly to the hospital. If they die on the way, they can be put in the morgue," Nan Zheng instructed.

"Those who are disabled or incapacitated, if they don't want to work anymore in the future, they can just go work for the property management company."

"Losing a toe or a finger doesn't matter, as long as I can still masturbate in the future."

"And those wounded leaders, if there isn't enough money, I'll cover it first."

"We'll talk about the rest when Liang Kun comes back. Don't say I'm not giving them face."

“OK.” Scarface nodded.

Nan Zheng was in a good mood because this great victory also meant that huge profits were about to come.

The return will be more than ten times!

Soon, the Hung Hing members who weren't playing pulled the injured onto the vehicles one by one; they all looked to be in terrible condition.

He's only holding on by sheer luck.

But this is all good; at least someone will be able to provide lifelong care and support in old age.

If you encounter some bastards, forget about paying three times the medical expenses or three times the resettlement allowance; they won't even bother to pay for it themselves.

They'll just throw you into the hospital to die.

There are leaders who are no longer useful and are even expelled from the organization and company; such leaders do exist.

On the contrary, Nan Zheng not only provides a one-stop service, but also takes care of their descendants.

The kindergarten is now ready to be built.

We really have to wait until these henchmen get married and have children, so they won't have to worry about anything else.

Then they would all truly become suicide soldiers.

After Nan Zheng boarded the ship, she saw a quack doctor stitching up Han Bin's back; the stitches were so numerous that it was impossible to tell how many stitches were used.

The clothes were stuck to the wound, and it grimaced when pulled even slightly.

"So, Mr. Bin, will you still be able to masturbate in the future?" Nan Zheng asked with a smile.

Chan Ho-nam, on the other hand, calmly smoked a cigarette, flicking two fingers back and forth on the back of his hand.

The finger is broken, but the tendon is still connected.

To put it simply, he looks rather pitiful, but he will be able to move around normally afterward.

They've all become gangsters, gone through several battles; anyone can change like that.

"I probably can't fight back, but I can definitely use someone as a punching bag," Han Bin said with a pale face as he lay on the mat, cracking a lame joke.

"That's good then. Don't end up like that Ekin Cheng guy who got his head blown off and couldn't use either head anymore," Nan Zheng said calmly.

He still couldn't understand why some of the Black Gold fighters had such terrifying explosive power.

I estimate it's only slightly less powerful than my own full strength.

Soon the airship left the dock, and even from a distance, Nan Zheng could still see hundreds of corpses piled up by riot police, like mountains of blood.

It is easy to imagine how brutal this battle was.

Cleaning up the mess is their specialty, and they weren't just there to watch the show for nothing this time.

Upon arrival at the pier, the henchmen from Tsim Sha Tsui swarmed around, constantly ferrying the wounded, each with an excited expression on their face.

Clearly, they all knew the outcome of this battle, and even the entire island of Hong Kong knew who the ultimate winner and the most powerful figure was in the bloody battle at the Fireworks Terrace.

As soon as Nan Zheng disembarked, she saw hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her.

There was awe, shock, and all sorts of admiration...

But he seemed to enjoy it.

At the very moment Nan Zheng landed, the news spread to Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan. Before long, his reputation in the Southeast Asian underworld would be completely established.

—A young man from Hung Hing named Liang Zheng fought his way through a battle involving thousands of people.

One will be a million bones.

"Is anyone causing trouble?" Nan Zheng asked, watching as many wounded people were being loaded onto the vehicles.

One of the underlings immediately shouted, "No, boss, don't worry, I'm here."

"And also, Brother Zheng, my name is Hua Gu Long, and I've got all the McDonald's in Tsim Sha Tsui under my protection!"

"Then I'll give you that courtesy. I'll cover all the McDonald's expenses in Tsim Sha Tsui and Tsim Sha Tsui East today, as well as all the restaurants in Tsim Sha Tsui East. I'll treat everyone to a meal." Nan Zheng waved her hand generously.

It's only a few million; he can afford it.

"Thank you, sir!" Hua Gu Long was overjoyed. The Emperor of Tsim Sha Tsui was actually giving him face.

Many of the underlings also looked excited.

After all, what man doesn't like getting something for free?
(PS: I woke up to find that I couldn't publish Chapter 2 because it was under review. The 6 AM release is timed, so I just deleted it and combined it with Chapter 3.)
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Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

Xiao Fu went straight into the largest underground boxing gym and saw many people practicing boxing; everyone there had dark skin.

Southeast Asian faces are generally dark-skinned, with some having brown pupils, and most are not much different in skin tone from those in India.

Xiao Fu, a classic Asian, appears rather pale in comparison, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"Who are you looking for?" someone asked in Cambodian.

"Where is your Hydra?" Xiao Fu asked. The man subconsciously turned his head to look at a small room inside, and Xiao Fu walked straight over.

He was originally a soldier in the Golden Triangle, so he speaks a variety of Southeast Asian languages.

Xiao Fu pushed the door open, and before the man could stop him, he had already pulled out a gun and pointed it at a middle-aged man inside who was firing at the Golden Lion King.

"Who the hell are you?" the middle-aged man cursed, but his pupils shrank when he saw the gun barrel. He immediately pulled the golden-haired lion king in front of him up to shield him.

Bang bang bang!

He fired a burst of bullets directly. The two sides were only one or two meters apart, and the bullets went straight through the Golden Lion King's body and hit the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man flew into a rage, rushed over and punched him without even pulling up his pants.

Xiao Fu instinctively blocked him, then quickly grabbed his arm, pressed himself against him, and suddenly pulled out a gun, aiming it at his chin.

boom!
The middle-aged man suddenly collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless.

However, when Xiao Fu came to his senses, his arm suddenly trembled slightly, because his mother was in pain.

Xiao Fu was a little confused. How could this bastard still have the strength to hit him after being shot?

And its explosive power is so strong?

Are you not afraid of pain or not afraid of death?

Upon hearing the gunshot, the surrounding boxers immediately filed in, all glaring fiercely at Little Fu.

The man who had just spoken looked even more unpleasant.

He spoke Cambodian as soon as he opened his mouth. At first, he thought Xiao Fu was one of his own, because the boss, Black Gold, also kept a lot of assassins.

Little Fu was actually an assassin, but he was there to kill Hydra.

"Your boss, Black Gold, is dead." Little Franklin looked at the others, changed his magazine, and said calmly:

"Those who want to work can stay here; those who don't can choose to leave."

"Go to hell!" The boxers, not expecting their opponent to be there to cause trouble, angrily pounced on Xiao Fu.

Bang bang bang!

Then came a series of gunshots.

Then a dozen mercenaries rushed over, armed with submachine guns, and began the massacre.

Meanwhile, inside an underground casino, a dozen mercenaries rushed in and opened fire on the Black Gold men without saying a word.

The situation was quickly brought under control.

"Who are you? Our boss is Black Gold, and the big boss is Crown Chai Ba!" a one-eyed man roared, as he was being held down on the gambling table by two mercenaries.

A moment later, a burly man standing at 2.34 meters tall walked in, followed by a man in an orange suit who staggered in and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop with the boss stuff, you country bumpkin. After today, I'm the boss here."

"Who are you?" the one-eyed man roared.

“Hung Hing, Leung Kwan,” Leung Kwan said with a smile.

"What do you mean 'handsome Kun'? What the hell is Hung Hing? Let me go right now, or else... bang!"

Young Kun pulled out his Black Star and shot the man dead.

He then looked puzzled.

Are all the people here this brave? They dare to make threats even with dozens of guns pointed at them?
Are they really so uncultured that they don't even know how to write the word "death"?
"Have those South Vietnamese people made a move?" Liang Kun lit a cigarette, walked into the office, checked the ledgers, and then asked the hired translator to take a look.

The madman behind him said in a deep voice, "They've already set out. We should have news soon."

Some people in both South and North Vietnam were pro-North.

With vested interests and connections, Liang Kun naturally has the ability to mobilize people.

"Look carefully, there's at least 48 million in revenue per month, in Hong Kong dollars," the translator said after glancing at the ledger.

Liang Kun was completely bewildered: "Where would we get so much money in this godforsaken place, which is currently in internal strife?"

“Not here.” The translator shook his head. “It’s an underground boxing match, with some people betting money on the sidelines through television.”

"I see." Liang Kun suddenly realized that this matched what Liang Zheng had said before.

A moment later, a group of Vietnamese people slowly walked over. After the negotiations were successful, the man in the lead came up to Liang Kun and extended his hand expressionlessly: "Captain of the Fifth Special Forces Team, Long Wu."

"Hello." Brilliant Kun shook hands.

"We've taken care of the rest. Our boss... our boss wants you to pay the balance."

“Tell him to deliver it as soon as he gets back to Hong Kong,” Liang Kun said with a hoarse laugh.

"You have to trust the reputation of a leader; I'm a man of my word!"

Also today, all of the black money businesses were wiped out and completely replaced by Hong Kong people.

When Guan Caiba, who was far away in the Golden Triangle, learned of this, he was furious.

……

"I fucking killed eight gangsters today. See this finger? My whole hand almost got chopped off!"

"Tsk, if it weren't for Brother Zheng's quick strikes, I would have killed all those Five Tigers and Ten Heroes. I'm even more awesome than that Yuan Qingnan, I just prefer to keep it hidden. One should be low-key..."

A group of wounded henchmen, dressed in brand-new clothes, swaggered around the street, boasting to others.

The patrolling soldiers in the distance saw this scene, then shook their heads and left.

Arsen clearly saw it too, and remained silent.

What Li Ying said earlier was indeed true; Liang Zheng is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Clearly, the entire island of Hong Kong now knows about the Battle of Fireworks Terrace.

It's only noon now.

Nan Zheng yawned and got out of bed, only to see He Min standing beside her with her hands on her hips, staring at her.

"Why the long face? Is your period here?" Nan Zheng asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Such a big thing happened this morning, why weren't you told beforehand?"

"What's the use of telling you? Can you help me kill someone or do anything else? Get lost and don't tempt me to break my vow of celibacy!" Nan Zheng sneered, and He Min angrily punched her.

"You're such a bastard."

"I didn't even realize it until you said it, but I'm so furious right now!"

Nan Zheng, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, threw the person onto the bed.

An hour later, He Min hugged Nan Zheng's arm, becoming as docile as a kitten.

"People are worried about you."

"What's the use of worrying? I'd rather vent my anger later. Well, that's about right now."

Looking at Nan Zheng's lazy appearance, He Min couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Then Wang Jianguo called, and Nan Zheng got dressed and took He Min out to eat.

"Sister-in-law, Brother Zheng!"

In the restaurant, a group of henchmen stood up and shouted, which was heard by everyone on the street. The scene was powerful and very impressive.

He Min blushed as she heard the repeated "sister-in-law" remarks.

"Eat and drink whatever you want during the day. Tonight, we're going to raid Sun Kee's stronghold and storm Wan Chai!" Nan Zheng said, picking up her wine glass.

"No problem! Let's take them down!" everyone shouted.

Now is the time when our momentum is at its peak, making it naturally easier and more convenient to get things done.

Mona watched this scene from the corner, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

Ruby also kept urging Wei Jixiang and the others to drink at the restaurant.

They seemed to be minding their own business, but women are all sensitive, and they both noticed each other without even realizing it.

But they quickly covered it up.

Only ANN looked up for a moment, then looked down again and kept shoveling rice into her bowl.

After finishing her meal, Nan Zheng went to relieve herself when Ding Yao called.

"It's itchy again?"

"I'm asking you, you're so impressive today, did you miss me?" Ding Yao said with a smile.

"You're missing me, aren't you? You want to get beaten up three more times, don't you, White Bone Demon?" Nan Zheng sneered, then learned the hotel address.

In the past, we would just open the door and start rolling around in bed.

As for He Min... she had already left in a hurry because of something at the shop, and had only eaten half of her meal.

She wasn't really suited for this kind of occasion.

……

In the afternoon, news of the battle between Hung Hing and the three-party alliance spread throughout Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, and even reached Southeast Asia.

The news came from various spectators and gang leaders, then passed down to their underlings, who then discussed it in various entertainment venues.

The entire martial arts world was shaken.

Even Southeast Asia was shocked, and many international tycoons and gangsters took notice of this young woman, Liang Zheng.

Nan Zheng's name was mentioned repeatedly.

After all, if one person defeats nine Red Sticks, they are already a Double Flower Red Stick.

He single-handedly defeated more than a dozen red sticks, and even cut them down from their horses. How could this not cause a sensation among all the people?
Hung Hing was already the leading force on Hong Kong Island, and Leung Kwong was the youngest leader, creating an unprecedented lineup of big shots in Yau Tsim Mong.

Now, with this record, he's been immediately recognized by all the gangsters as a king-level figure.

—The King of Fighters in the Underworld, a title he truly deserves.

In the East District, inside a film set, Fei Jing approached Li Xinxin with a grin and said, "Teacher Li, my boss wants you to be his translator."

"Translator? Boss? Who are you?" Li Xinxin asked, sitting in the chair with a puzzled look in her eyes.

Just then, Du Juan'er came out of the dressing room and said with a smile, "The most popular person in the underworld right now is Liang Zheng."

"I'm an action movie queen, and he's a true martial arts master. Even the Double Flower Red Stick title is no match for his prowess. People in the underworld now call him the King of Fighters, the number one master today."

"Now you know how powerful it is, right?"

"It's him?" Li Xinxin was immediately surprised. She had known about this in the morning, and many passersby were spreading the news and discussing it.

It's practically common knowledge.

After all, there are many formidable figures in the Hong Kong underworld, but none have ever been as formidable as Nan Zheng.

He single-handedly broke the two top-tier triads, Wo Luen Shing and Sun Kee, from their last generation.

The top-tier prefix suddenly became second-rate junk.

No matter how many people there are, without a master to oversee things, they are just lambs to the slaughter.

This is why Nan Zheng is so famous and renowned.

Li Xinxin never expected that such an important person would come looking for her.

"How did he know me?" Li Xinxin glanced at Du Juan'er and couldn't help but ask.

“A dinner party? Sister Juan invited you once before, and then my boss found out about you. He even said he wanted you to be his teaching assistant.” Fei Jing said excitedly.

Hearing this, Li Xinxin felt a strange sense of joy.

After all, Nan Zheng is really too powerful now. Being understood by such a person can greatly satisfy one's vanity.

"Let me think about it. Juan'er is going abroad in a few days," Li Xinxin said hesitantly. Although Liang Zheng was imposing, she knew she wasn't a good person.

“Sure, no problem,” Fei Jing said.

"When you come back, let me know whether it's done or not, so I can explain myself."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely be fine with you here." Du Juan'er glanced at Li Xinxin's delicate face, and immediately understood what was going on. She then went along with it, winking and agreeing.

"I haven't agreed yet," Li Xinxin muttered to herself, looking at the mischievous Du Juan'er.

……

Meanwhile, Japan.

Ueyama and Kojin, high-ranking members of the Japanese Black Tiger Society, are having tea.

He then placed the $500,000 on the table.

(The opening of the first God of Gamblers movie.)
“This $500,000 is what I lost to Mr. Gao Jin,” Shangshan said with a smile.

"The name 'God of Gamblers' is world-renowned."

Gao Jin picked up a stack of US dollars, weighed it in his hand, smiled, and said nothing.

"Actually, I knew I was going to lose today, but I didn't expect that your gambling skills, God of Gamblers Ko Chun, would be so superb." Shangshan looked at Ko Chun with admiration.

"You knew you'd lose, yet you still gambled with me?" Gao Jin smiled and took a sip of tea.

"So every gambler has his own excuse."

“God of Gamblers, I’m willing to offer another million US dollars. Please do me another favor, Mr. Gao.”

"Go ahead and say it," Gao Jin said, shrugging.

"Singapore's gambling king, Chen Jincheng!"

"You mean that conman who's wanted by more than a dozen countries and often hides in international waters?" Gao Jin couldn't help but laugh, a very contemptuous laugh, with even a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

Ueyama nodded: "Three years ago, my father represented our Black Dragon Society in a struggle with the Yamaguchi-gumi's Crescent Moon Group for the profits of the Osaka casino."

The Crescent Moon Group invited Chen Jincheng to compete against my father at the gambling table.

Chen Jincheng cheated at the gambling table, winning against my father, and then committed suicide out of shame and indignation.

"I've been honing my gambling skills for the past three years, and I've already arranged with Chen Jincheng to set up a life-or-death game near Hong Kong in two months," Shangshan explained.

“I know that my gambling skills could never beat Chen Jincheng, but I will deal with him by force no matter what.”

"Then you can simply take care of it yourself," Gao Jin said calmly.

In fact, he looked down on people like Shangshan.

If you're not as skilled as others, who can you blame?

And he committed suicide himself, how could you even say something so shameful... Damn, I admire you Japanese.

"Unfortunately, our boss has decided that the Black Tiger Society and the Crescent Moon Group will cooperate to deal with the Ichiwa Society, which is a split from the Yamaguchi-gumi. The boss has instructed me that I must not use force against Chen Jincheng under any circumstances, and that I can only avenge my defeat at the gambling table," Shangshan said unwillingly.

Gao Jin nodded: "So, you want me to help you gamble against Chen Jincheng?"

"Brother Jin, you need to be careful."

“If you really gamble with Chen Jincheng, that man is treacherous. If he finds out, he definitely won’t let you off the hook,” his cousin Gao Yi warned him from the side.

Upon reaching the mountain, he immediately drew his knife, intending to commit suicide, but Gao Jin stopped him and shook his head.

"Why bother?"

"If Mr. Gao Jin cannot help me avenge myself, then how can I, Hiroko Ueyama, have the face to live?"

"Whether you live or die is none of my business, but you at least have to watch me finish this bet with Chen Jincheng," Gao Jin said.

Shangshan's eyes lit up immediately: "So, Mr. Gambler, you've agreed to my request?"

Gao Jin smiled and nodded.

He'd never pass up a job that could make money.

Moreover, Gao Jin had already been instructed to deal with Chen Jincheng, and now he was simply going with the flow.

After all, there are competitors everywhere, and those who are in the same profession are mortal enemies.

When competitors clash with each other, they naturally need to hire some experts to solve the problem.

Gao Jin was hired.

And if he beats Chen Jincheng, he can make at least several hundred million US dollars. How could he possibly refuse?

"Mr. Gao Jin, don't worry, I will definitely protect your safety," Shangshan said solemnly.

"I've already invited Long Wu, a retired expert captain from the 19th Company and the fifth special forces team. He's a good friend of mine."

"He may not know how to gamble, but he can solve anything for you that doesn't involve gambling..."

"Moreover, Lung Wu is currently helping Hung Hing people resolve some miscellaneous matters in Cambodia. If possible, I can also help you invite Liang Zheng, the most influential figure in Hong Kong's underworld, to oversee things and help you win this bet."

"Liangzheng?"

When Long Wu was mentioned, Gao Jin remained expressionless, but when Liang Zheng was mentioned, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and his heart stirred.

He had heard of this person more than once or twice in Japan.

Instead, it's one hundred or two hundred times.

And it happened within just two hours; the time was short, but the speed of transmission was very fast.

Gao Jin is now very curious about who this Liang Zheng is.

How could a Chinese person have such a great influence in Japan?

Even the Yamaguchi-gumi have admirers.

If going up the mountain could really lift someone up, then he was actually looking forward to it.

"Okay, I agree." Gao Jin patted Shangshan on the shoulder.

"Wait for Long Wu to come."

"I will go to Hong Kong Island and challenge Chen Jincheng to a duel."

……

That same evening, Nan Zheng led her people into Wan Chai with great fanfare.

The entire headquarters of the New Journalists was completely swept away.

They swallowed up three streets of Xinji overnight.

The new spies were almost completely routed in one battle, with no chance of fighting back.

The killings were devastating.

In less than half an hour, all of Sun Kee's men who had been stationed in Wan Chai were driven out.

However, this puzzled Nan Zheng greatly.

Because things went too smoothly.

"Wang Jianguo, have Taibao investigate where the Xiang family is. Why is there no sign of them?"

"Boss, isn't this exactly what we wanted?"

"It suits my purposes perfectly, but if it goes too smoothly, it proves that something is fishy!" Nan Zheng sneered in the car, and then saw hundreds of henchmen chasing and slashing the people from Xinji in the street.

Nan Zheng had no idea what Xin Ji was up to, but she knew there must be something fishy going on.

If they really dare to play tricks, or even secretly plot against us behind our backs.

He wouldn't mind taking action, even if it meant being ruthless, and taking care of them all.

They raided the house directly.

(End of this chapter)