Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

As Chen Jialuo spoke, he picked up a small mirror, looked at himself, and without even raising his head, fired two shots with his two M1911s.

Two of Yue Nanzai's men immediately went down to sell salted duck eggs.

"Damn it! You surnamed Chen, even if I framed you, you don't have to kill someone!"

The ghost, carrying a Remington shotgun, shouted curses at the door.

"To be honest! I've got my eye on your goods, but you won't give me credit, which puts me in a difficult position!"

Chen Jialuo fired several shots following the sound.

"Kill them all! They're a bunch of lunatics! I'll give you a 100,000 reward for each one you kill!"

The demon shrank its neck sharply, its eyes flashing with malice.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Under Brother Meng Gui's monetary incentive policy, seven or eight reckless Vietnamese youths poured bullets from their guns as if they were free.

"Da da, da da da!"

Just then, several rhythmic gunshots rang out behind them. It turned out that Ralph, Clark, and Leona had taken advantage of the gunfight at the door to climb up to the second floor and circle around behind them.

Ralph, Graf, and Leona made a hand gesture and stepped forward to carry out the killing order.

Chen Jialuo rolled into the wooden house and fired two shots.

"Boom!"

Two bullets shot out of the barrel and ripped their skulls off.

Without turning his head, he quickly turned the guns with both hands, pulled the triggers, and took out the two henchmen behind the door.

These Vietnamese thugs are just a bunch of desperate, reckless thugs. They can shoot, that's all they know.

They were no match for Ralph, Clark, and Leona, three professional soldiers, let alone with a master like Chen Jialuo present.

A few minutes later, only Brother Menggui remained in the cabin. Dragging his injured thigh, he thought he still had his men and shouted several times before realizing that he was all alone.

What the hell!

Brother Meng Gui was now filled with remorse. He hurriedly shouted, "Brother Luo, Brother Luo, let's talk this out. I'll return all the money you spent on the guns and even give you a few more as a gift. I overpaid; it was my mistake!"

"boom!"

Chen Jialuo swiftly and decisively shot him in the forehead. "Idiot, stop being childish. If I kill you, the money and the gun are mine."

Blowing away the spark from the muzzle of his gun, Chen Jialuo shoved it into his holster. "Bring out all the valuables and call Chen Guohan and the others over here, quick!"

Finally, we took stock of everything.

There were fifty guns and rifles of various types, several boxes of bullets, and only three and a half million in cash, which included the five hundred thousand that Chen Jialuo had previously traded to Brother Menggui.

Chen Jialuo originally thought that Brother Meng Gui, who sold both Miss Bai and weapons, must be worth at least tens of millions, but the result was far from what he expected.

"Bah! Poor guy!"

Chen Jialuo angrily took off the thick gold necklace and Rolex from Meng Gui Ge and spat on his corpse.

"Brother Luo, what about these Number Fours and Miss Bai?"

Ryuji Yamazaki pointed to the goods in the corner.

"Number Four" refers to heroin with a purity of 99%, while "Miss White" is simply heroin mixed with wall plaster or glucose to reduce its concentration.

Because 99% of people would die if they ate it, the concentration must be reduced.

"What should I do? I'll just give it to the people at Chaguoling! I'm a good person."

Chen Jialuo took it to heart, picked up a few packets and threw them outside, then led everyone away from the scene.

After they left the scene, the local gangsters and thugs swarmed over to see if there was anything left.

They quickly spotted Number Four and Miss White on the ground. These things were only for the rich; they could just take a few packs out to sell and they wouldn't have to stay stuck in Tea Valley anymore.

However, there are too many wolves and not enough meat.

"These were the ones I saw first."

"Damn it, is there a name written on it?"

"You go to hell!"

"Ah~!"

As you can imagine, a large-scale melee broke out at Tea Valley.

A Mercedes-Benz W140, a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, and a Jinbei van—these three vehicles had just left Chaguoling.

Deng Wei called and said, "A Luo, you haven't gone to Chaguo Ridge yet, have you?"

"Grandpa, we're on our way. What's wrong?" Chen Jialuo asked, feigning ignorance.

"Don't go! Absolutely don't go! The Ghost was killed by a bunch of unknown killers. They only took the money and guns, leaving Miss Bai behind. Tea Fruit Ridge is in chaos right now. Going there will only be suicide!" Deng Wei shouted urgently into the microphone.

"I'll pass! Are all the Hong Kong police incompetent? Grandpa, then we won't go." Chen Jialuo, smoking a cigar and driving a bulletproof Mercedes-Benz G-Class, winked at Leanna in the passenger seat, his face showing a docile expression.

"That's good. If you want a gun for self-defense, I'll have someone bring you a few later. The world outside is in a mess right now, so be careful when you go out on business." Hearing this, Deng Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

"OK, thank you for your concern, Grandpa."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jialuo saw more than a dozen police cars rushing towards him from the opposite direction, presumably heading to Chaguoling.

This can be considered as him making a small contribution to the social order in Hong Kong.

As for the psychological burden?

There wasn't the slightest bit of psychological burden on me.

He even wanted to pull off a few more heistes.

Having been in Hong Kong for less than 24 hours, he earned several million dollars with his own hands.

Is there anything more comfortable and inspiring than this in the world?

……

Night falls.

Today, Chan Ho-nam, Big Brother B, and Chicken are having a very difficult time.

There was nothing they could do but wait for time to pass by, second by second.

In the middle of the night, Chan Ho-nam and Chicken went to take a nap, but they didn't dare to sleep too deeply, for fear of oversleeping.

The time is from 1 to 6 o'clock.

"boom!"

Boss B tossed away his cigarette butt, braced his hands on the table, and said in a cold voice, "Anan, Chicken, this is Tommy's number. Take fifty brothers to Saigon, pick up Da Tian Er and the other two, and chop Tommy to death. Leave no survivors."

Chan Ho-nam rubbed his face vigorously, stood up and said, "I understand, Brother B."

"Take these two guns, and never use them unless absolutely necessary."

Boss B then handed the two of them two Type 54 Black Star pistols and gave them instructions.

"Ah."

Pheasant nodded and tucked the gun into his back pocket.

"Let's go, let the brothers grab their weapons."

Chan Ho-nam, on the other hand, put it inside his suit lining.

Chapter 23 presents you with a family photo!

After gathering their men and weapons, Chan Ho-nam and Chicken arrived in Sai Kung in several large vans.

Looking at the dark streets outside, Chan Ho-nam handed Chicken a cigarette and said, "Call him."

Pheasant nodded, lit a cigarette, and took out his mobile phone to call Chen Jialuo.

Once the call connected, Chicken made a shushing gesture, turned on the speakerphone, and said, "Hello, is this Brother Lok? This is Chicken from Hung Hing."

"I thought it was someone else, but it's just a little chick. It's not time yet, what's the rush!" Chen Jialuo said sarcastically as he answered the phone.

"We just arrived in Kowloon and are afraid of missing the meeting time and offending you, Brother Luo. May I ask where we should meet later?" Chicken said in a deep voice, trying to calm himself down.

"We'll talk about it when we get there. Don't try anything funny."

Chen Jialuo hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Chan Ho-nam and Chicken silently smoked cigarettes, figuring it was almost time, and exchanged a glance.

Chicken dialed the phone again, "Brother Luo, we've arrived in Saigon."

"Just throw the money in the trash can at Sai Kung Seaside Park, then come directly to Sha Tin," Chan Ka-lok said calmly as he answered the phone.

"You're messing with us! Fuck your mother!"

The pheasant could no longer contain its anger and roared into the microphone.

"First day in the game, huh? Don't you even know the rule of separating money from goods?"

Chen Jialuo spoke calmly.