Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"Sha Sir, I'm afraid that by then you won't be able to take care of it anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"nothing……"

Just as He Yaozong was about to find an excuse to get away with it, a loud noise suddenly broke out on the street outside the teahouse.

He Yaozong's face suddenly changed, and he made up an excuse and hung up the phone.

He opened the window, and sure enough, Zhong Xinyi's movements were much faster than he had imagined.

More than a dozen minibuses were parked on the roadside. Nearly a hundred knifemen, led by Luo Tianhong, were fighting with the thugs from the Sham Shui Po gang.

It seems that Lian Haolong really took out all of Zhong Xinyi's family assets to vent his anger!

In the front hall of the teahouse, there was a deafening sound of shouting and fighting outside, but three men were sitting on the sofa, casually eating melon seeds and watching the fierce battle outside with cold eyes.

Luo Tianhong wielded an eight-sided Han sword with ease, slashing horizontally and vertically, and no one dared to approach him.

It's like a fox entering a chicken coop, or a tiger roaming a flock of sheep.

If they keep cutting like this, in less than half a minute, the gang of thugs from Wo Luen Shing will be scattered like birds and beasts.

The reputation of Zhongxinyi’s number one gold medal fighter is well-deserved!

"Brother Jianjun, that guy is really skilled!"

The target shooter dropped the melon seeds in his hand, stood up and clapped his hands, then spoke to Wang Jianjun who was sitting next to him with interest.

Wang Jianjun spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth, and his expression became more serious than ever.

"Yes, he is brave and fierce enough. I believe he would be a good hand in hand-to-hand combat on the battlefield."

The target boy smiled and said, "Can Jianguo and I beat him?"

Wang Jianjun answered frankly: "Jianguo is almost there, but you have a chance. Let's see who is faster."

The target shooter stopped smiling and did not act arrogantly.

"That's right. Even without the spray gun, I wouldn't dare to fight this guy easily. I just wonder how many moves he can take in your hands?"

Wang Jianjun sneered, sat up straight, and suddenly pulled out a black three-edged bayonet from behind.

"one move!"

"So confident?"

Holding the bayonet tightly, Wang Jianjun slowly stood up, his whole body stretched straight like an arrow about to be shot from a bow.

His eyes were fixed on Luo Tianhong, who was slashing closer and closer towards the teahouse, and he spoke coldly.

"The moves are fast but inaccurate, and the moves are disadvantageous!

He's just putting on an act, using this flashy weapon to kill people. He's just a gangster!

Wang Jianguo standing beside him also stood up.

"Brother, the boss only told us to take care of him. Should we take action now?"

"Of course we have to take action! Do you think it's that easy to make money? The morale of the He Liansheng group is almost gone.

To catch a thief, first catch the leader. Let’s deal with the leader first!”

Wang Jianjun nodded to Wang Jianguo, then holding his bayonet and with just a glance, all the brothers in the room stood up and strode out with their weapons in hand.

"Hey! You're interesting!"

Wang Jianjun had a clear goal and set his sights on Luo Tianhong as soon as he went out.

Luo Tianhong was enjoying the chopping at this time, and the group of people including Liansheng had been avoiding him when they saw him. But when they suddenly heard that someone dared to challenge him, they immediately became interested.

He stopped to take a breath, shook off the blood stains on the eight-sided Han sword, and his eyes, bright and sharp, quickly fell on Wang Jianjun.

Faintly, he could sense the fierce murderous aura emanating from Wang Jianjun.

However, Luo Tianhong did not think too much about it. He just stretched out the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, made a chopping motion, and rushed towards Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun held the three-edged military bayonet in his hand, still standing still.

Just as the Han sword was about to fall on his face, Luo Tianhong suddenly changed from a chop to a stab, actually predicting Wang Jianjun's blocking action.

Life and death are just a matter of seconds. Wang Jianjun has no idea how many times he has experienced such situations.

His movements were incredibly fast. Just when Luo Tianhong changed his moves, he turned around sharply and thrust the bayonet in his right hand back. The Han sword barely brushed past his back.

Looking at Wang Jianjun's three-edged military bayonet again, it had entered Luo Tianhong's back and exited from his left chest.

Blood was flowing out from his chest along the blood groove of the bayonet.

One move determines life or death!

"Cuckoo-"

Luo Tianhong let out a muffled cry from his throat, still holding the Han sword and maintaining the stabbing action.

But he was no longer able to take back his Han sword.

The past flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern. Once upon a time, I followed Lian Haolong to conquer the world and became famous for a while.

However, facing death, Luo Tianhong inevitably felt a sense of powerless fear.

But Wang Jianjun didn't give him any time to relax. He pulled out the bayonet and stabbed a hole in his neck.

Clang-dong-dong

First, there was the sound of the Han sword falling to the ground, and then there was the crash of Luo Tianhong's body falling to the ground.

The faith of the loyal, faithful, and righteous gang collapsed with the arrival of these two voices...

Chapter 53 Zhang Longgen: What are the rules for us and Lian Sheng to deal with each other?!

The night is dark and windy.

An old Mercedes-Benz drove from Nathan Road across Boundary Street and stopped near Shek Kip Mei Housing Estate near the Mong Kok Stadium.

The driver got out of the car in a hurry, opened the back door against the wind, and helped Long Gen out.

Long Gen covered his half-bald head and walked quickly into an old tenement building in the housing estate.

The thug who was waiting at the stairs stood up immediately.

"Uncle Long Gen, upstairs!"

This is Fei Deng’s residence. As the uncle with the longest seniority and the most say in He Liansheng, he has chosen to return to the housing estate with the most down-to-earth atmosphere to retire after decades.

It is worth mentioning that in this windy weather, there is indeed a unique sense of warmth inside the dimly lit tenement building.

"Dragon root!"

When he arrived at Fei Deng's living room, Long Gen found that Chui Ji, the boss of District 9, was already sitting on the sofa.

When he saw me come in, he smiled and nodded at me.

Long Gen nodded at him, then turned his gaze to Fei Deng who was making tea.

"Brother Wei, in this kind of weather, is there anything you can't say over the phone?"

Fei Deng poured three cups of hot tea, then sat leisurely next to Chui Ji and made a gesture of invitation to Long Gen.

"Tea, please!"

There was a tea table, and a chicken was called over, all sorts of exaggerated things. Long Gen already had a rough idea of ​​what Fei Deng wanted to say to him.

Without saying much, Long Gen sat on the chair opposite the two of them, picked up the tea and took a sip, then took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Are you here to talk to me about loyalty and righteousness?"

Chuiji just smiled and said nothing, lowering his head to sip his tea.

Fat Deng sat down on the sofa with his eyelids drooping slightly and his fingers crossed.

He did not answer the question raised by Long Gen, but spoke slowly.

“An hour ago, Ah Le’s place in Jordan was raided by the Zhong Xin Yi people.

Eight younger brothers were hacked to death on the spot, more than twenty brothers were sent to the hospital, and as many as thirty-three were taken into the police station by the police!

I've calculated the cost for him, including resettlement expenses, medical expenses, bail, and even the cost of escaping the disaster. This time, Ah Le's gang will have to pay at least 1.8 million!"

Long Gen was unhappy, but didn't say anything more at the moment.

Fat Deng breathed a sigh of relief and continued.

"Ah Le is a sincere man. Over the years, whenever any of the Liansheng gangs have been in trouble, he has always helped out.

But his clan's wealth is there, one million eight hundred thousand is no small sum!"

Long Gen couldn't help it this time.

"Brother Wei, according to you, you want our gang to help him pay the 1.8 million?

Let me be clear, I didn't ask him to take over the Temple Street business!"

Seeing that Long Gen was furious, Chui Ji quickly came out to smooth things over.

"Long Gen, we are all brothers in District Nine. If Ah Le is in trouble, why would we let your family bear it all?

This money will be debited from the association's public account, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Since I don't have to pay, what are you looking for me to do?"

This time it was Fat Deng who spoke again.

"You should know what we're looking for you for. We and Liansheng have been doing well over the years. We haven't had such a large-scale conflict with other gangs in a long time!

Because of your new little brother's trouble, other gangs have been targeted by the police!"

Long Gen is really angry now.

"Brother Wei, I don't quite understand. Who among us hasn't made some money through illegal means?

Who hasn’t followed the boss to show off his horse racing videos, or been dragged into the detention room by the police to drink judicial milk tea?

If a gangster doesn't fight and kill, how can he make a living? Waiting for others to give him alms?

To avoid Long Gen’s series of questions, Fei Deng suddenly opened his eyes.