Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

The nurse shook her head and said, "The subsidy is only part of the cost. Conservatively speaking, your wife's illness will require you to pay about another 300,000 yuan.

If the treatment goes smoothly and the patient is observed for a few years, the probability of recovery is at least half."

He Yaozong just stood there, looking at the man in front of him with interest.

He noticed that when the nurse said this, the light in the man's eyes completely went out.

Without giving the nurse any answer, he pushed his wheelchair and walked straight towards the elevator.

"Let's go, Brother Yao. The hospital is full of this kind of thing. There's nothing to see..."

Xiwei also came forward. After staying with Wang Jianjun and others for a long time, he also had an intuition about dangerous people.

His subconscious told him that the short, thin man in front of him was definitely a dangerous person.

He Yaozong waved his hand.

"Go, call him over."

Although he didn't know what He Yaozong's intention was, Xiwei did not hesitate. He nodded and walked towards the man who was about to enter the elevator.

"Hey!"

Xiwei clapped his hands from behind and placed them on the man's right shoulder. The man seemed to react subconsciously. The moment Xiwei stretched out his hand, his body shook like thunder, and his left hand turned into a claw, directly clasping Xiwei's right wrist.

“Ah—it hurts, it hurts!”

Xiwei felt as if his right wrist was clamped by a pair of pliers. A piercing pain came from his wrist bone, and beads of sweat the size of beans immediately appeared on his forehead.

Seeing this, Chen Luojun glanced at He Yaozong. After He Yaozong nodded, he immediately pounced forward and was about to grab the man's arm to rescue Xiwei.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the man immediately loosened his right hand that was holding the wheelchair, and made a fist with his right hand. At the same time, his lame left leg kicked out, heading straight for Chen Luojun's face.

Chen Luojun had no choice but to change his palm into a fist and punched the man's shin bone.

Chen Luojun felt his right arm go numb as he felt a punch hit a steel plate.

At the same time, the man was pushed back a few steps and released Xiwei who was being held hostage.

"Okay, don't get me wrong, we mean no harm!"

Yaozong took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, pulling back Xiwei, whose face was ashen.

At the same time, he looked at the man and said, "I just heard the nurse say that your wife has cancer?"

The man ignored her and just glanced at Chen Luojun coldly. Then he turned around and pushed his wheelchair towards the elevator.

"I have a condition. If you agree to it, I will cover all your wife's medical expenses!"

These words startled the thin man, who then put down his wheelchair and walked quickly to He Yaozong.

Chen Luojun quickly stood in front of He Yaozong.

"Hey! If you have anything to say, just stand here and say it!"

Ignoring Chen Luojun, the man widened his eyes.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"It's okay, Luo Jun."

Pushing away Chen Luojun who was standing in front of him, He Yaozong extended his right hand towards the man.

"Hello, He Yaozong!"

"I am Feng Yuxiu!"

The calloused hand shook hands with He Yaozong, and He Yaozong suddenly felt like he had grabbed a piece of sandpaper for grinding wheel hubs.

"Let's go talk outside?"

Kowloon Walled City, an open space behind a dog meat restaurant.

He Yaozong lit a cigarette and looked at Feng Yuxiu who was coming over and looking at him eagerly.

He understood that this man was unruly and difficult to tame, a martial arts fanatic with insane tendencies.

Perhaps in this world, his wife is the only last hindrance in his pursuit of martial arts.

But every person who upholds the Tao is still worthy of a little respect.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

Feng Yuxiu finally couldn't help but speak.

He Yaozong nodded and greeted Xiwei, then Xiwei put away his mobile phone and went to make a call.

He Yaozong turned on the lights in the venue and spoke.

"It's simple. I'll come over and fight you in a minute. If you can defeat them, I'll cover all your wife's medical expenses without missing a penny.

I'll pay whatever it takes until you're cured!"

If you want a martial arts fanatic to willingly work for you, all you have to do is to completely conquer his will.

Let him know that there are always people better than you and there are always mountains better than you.

hum-

Feng Yuxiu clenched his fists and glanced at Chen Luojun beside him.

"Isn't he the one you want me to compete with?

Kung Fu is a killing skill. Fists and feet have no eyes. I'm afraid something might happen to your people!"

When Feng Yuxiu said that kung fu was a killing skill, He Yaozong was afraid that he would follow up with a sentence that would determine the superiority or the inferiority, as well as life and death.

Fortunately, there are still people in this world that he cares about, so this guy hasn't gone crazy yet.

“Of course not, my brother is good at boxing and doesn’t like fighting and killing.

I'll find two tough guys for you later, and I promise to fight you till you're satisfied!"

A strong desire burned in Feng Yuxiu's eyes, and he nodded solemnly towards He Yaozong.

"Okay! I'll beat them up, but you have to remember your promise!"

A moment later, Wang Jianjun came here with the target shooter.

After greeting He Yaozong one by one, they were also attracted by Feng Yuxiu who stood like a javelin.

He Yaozong spoke.

"Jianjun, I promised to help you open a martial arts school in Kowloon and sort out your identities, and now it's almost done.

The person standing in front of you is called Feng Yuxiu.

In the future, I would like to invite him to work in a martial arts school, specializing in underground boxing.

Now I need you to help me practice and see if this guy is qualified!"

hula-

Accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, Feng Yuxiu had already taken up his stance.

"My name is Feng Yuxiu, please teach me!"

Wang Jianjun's eyelids twitched, and the expert knew whether it was there or not with just one move.

He focused his gaze intently on Feng Yuxiu and spoke.

"Target boy, don't shoot.

This isn't a life-and-death fight; you're no match for him with your bare hands!"

The target shooters have always taken Wang Jianjun's words as the golden rule.

Wang Jianjun said that he couldn't beat him, and he definitely couldn't beat him.

He then stepped behind Wang Jianjun and looked at He Yaozong.

"Boss, then let Brother Jianjun go and train him?"

He Yaozong nodded, then stepped back a few steps to leave space for them.

Wang Jianjun rolled up his sleeves and waved at Feng Yuxiu, indicating Feng Yuxiu to come forward.

boom--

Feng Yuxiu's body suddenly became violent, and his right hand, like a tiger claw, grabbed towards Wang Jianjun's face.

He combined the strengths of hundreds of martial arts, and his martial arts were diverse but not chaotic, and his attacks were ruthless and left no room for maneuver.

This has always been his habit. No matter what his opponent is like, he will try out his opponent's moves first.

It’s a pity that there is a kind of people in this world who are geniuses!

Wang Jianjun led this group of brothers to crawl out from the sea of ​​blood and corpses. On the battlefield, what they had to predict was not only the fists and feet, but even the bullets that were about to fly out when the enemy pulled the trigger!

Wang Jianjun narrowly avoided it.

With just one move, he sensed the murderous intent contained in Feng Yuxiu's moves, and his face changed immediately.

Feng Yuxiu saw that his first move had failed, and his next move was almost seamless. He steadied his body and struck Wang Jianjun's waist and abdomen with a knee.

However, due to Feng Yuxiu's natural difference in leg length, Wang Jianjun was able to exploit the flaw in this move.

boom--

Wang Jianjun suddenly jumped up and kicked Feng Yuxiu's perineum with his left foot before Feng Yuxiu's knee could hit his waist.

The kick was so powerful that it knocked Feng Yuxiu to the ground.

Both of them practiced killing moves, but Wang Jianjun was different. He pursued a killing move that was fatal in one blow.

If that kick had been raised an inch, Feng Yuxiu would have died here.

Feng Yuxiu, who was kicked to the ground, seemed to feel no pain. He lay on the ground and turned over, ready to attack Wang Jianjun again like a tiger crawling on the ground.

But Wang Jianjun would never give him that chance.

brush--

It was the sound of a dagger scraping across the skin of the throat.

Feng Yuxiu's face froze, and he felt a sharp pain in his throat. He then looked up at Wang Jianjun in a daze.

He knew that he had already lost.