Hong Kong film: Starts with a ghost on his back, his henchmen are all underworld minions.

The only drawback is that there are only ten assassins.

Fortunately, I'm not in a rush; I'll take it slow!

At this very moment, Chen Haonan was still brazenly daydreaming at the back entrance of One Global:

"hey-hey."

"Once I successfully become a hall master, my top priority will be to find an incredibly cool and beautiful girl."

"Then recruit more underlings and make money while lying down every day."

Chan Ho-nam became more and more excited as he thought about it, so much so that the corners of his mouth turned up high, almost stretching to the back of his ears.

But before he could continue his daydreaming, the henchman he had sent out to scout the situation returned, his face revealing a complex expression:

"Nan...Brother Nan"

Before he could even open his mouth, Chan Ho-nam, disregarding all else, immediately pressed for an answer:

"How about it?"

"We haven't heard a sound from here for ages. Could it be that Bao Pi and his men have already killed Su Zhe?"

"Heh, just like Brother B said, this Decepticon is not even as good as a worm!"

"By the way, where are they?"

"They can't possibly be planning to stay inside and celebrate, can they?"

Faced with a barrage of questions, the henchman broke out in a cold sweat, and finally, as if possessed, blurted out:

"They're dead...dead, but it was Bao Pi Ge and Chao Pi Ge who died."

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Chapter 13 Chen Haonan flees in panic! Completely numb!

Before Chan Ho-nam could even react, he grinned and said:

"Hehehe, that's good."

"Let's go back and find a place to celebrate."

"I never expected that Bao Pi and Chao Pi would be so efficient!"

It took him a long time to process what happened, and he was struck dumb, his two eyeballs, each the size of a cow's egg, almost popping out of his head.

"What the hell did you say?"

"Are the buds and nest shells dead?"

"Could it be that the intelligence was wrong, and there's an ambush inside the nightclub?"

The henchman shook his head repeatedly, practically turning into a rattle-drum:

"No...no."

"According to the guests present, it seems that Tung Sing only...only four people were sent."

The henchman's voice grew softer and softer.

In the end, even he himself lost confidence.

Sure enough, Chan Ho-nam flew into a rage upon hearing this answer!

He grabbed the former by the throat and pressed him firmly against the outer wall:

"Grass!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Four against twenty-odd, do you think everyone's a prince?"

Prince's original name was Gan Zitai, and he was born in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Because he mastered various martial arts techniques, including Chinese martial arts, Karo Kung Fu, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, he was extremely skilled in combat and was known as the "God of War" of Hung Hing.

To ensure the mission's success even without the presence of the formidable Chicken and Tai Tin Yee, Chan Ho-nam specially selected his most elite group of fighters.

Ordinary people, even three to five people, cannot get close to him.

But now, things have turned out badly; the entire army has been wiped out!

Unless you're a top expert like a prince, trying to take on six people at once is simply a pipe dream!

The henchman felt short of breath and his face turned pale.

With veins bulging near his temples, he answered with difficulty:

"Injustice!"

"Brother Nan... everything I said is true, without the slightest falsehood."

"If you don't believe me, you can...you can ask around yourself."

boom!

Finally, Chan Ho-nam turned his claws into fists and slammed them hard against the wall:

"Hem home shovel!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

In contrast, the henchman, after falling to the ground, immediately opened his mouth wide and gasped for breath.

But he was also quite loyal; once he recovered, his first words were to urge his leader to retreat immediately.

"Nan...Brother Nan."

“This One Universal nightclub is really weird. I think we should go back to Causeway Bay first.”

"Even blowing the whistle to attract more people would be better."

"Otherwise, with just a few of us, we're probably no match at all!"

Although Chan Ho-nam was furious, he knew that what the other party said was true.

As the saying goes:

Where there is life, there is hope.

After hesitating repeatedly, he could only grit his teeth and say:

"Damn it, let's get out of here!"

On the other side, the Causeway Bay branch—

Inside the private room for guests, Thirteen Sister and Boss B were clinking glasses and exchanging pleasantries in a harmonious atmosphere.

"Come on, finish this cup, there are three more to come."

"Wow, your alcohol tolerance seems to have improved after just a few days!"

"Where there!"

After a few bottles of foreign liquor, the former was already somewhat drunk.

She took off her suit jacket and said casually:

"Brother B, is everything alright with Su Zhe at Dongxing?"

"I heard that Hao Nan only called Bao Pi and Chao Pi, and didn't bring Shan Ji and the others."

Boss B waved his hand confidently and said:

"Don't worry!"

"You know how capable he is."

"With Ah Nan taking action, let alone a mere counterfeit goods seller."

"Even a real tiger can be tamed."

Upon hearing this, Thirteen Sister nodded.

Looking at the entire Hung Hing triad, Chan Ho-nam can be considered the most popular new generation of henchmen.

Not only is he handsome and mature, but he is also very strong in martial arts!

Especially in melee combat, even figures like the Crown Prince and Han Bin wouldn't dare guarantee they could survive his blade.

That's why I was able to secure a high-ranking position at the age of 27!

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump

No sooner had Boss B finished speaking than a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the private room.

Soon, Chan Ho-nam pushed open the door and entered.

Upon seeing the visitor, Boss B was extremely excited.

He picked up a bottle of whiskey, his face beaming, and said:

"Come on, come on."

"You must be tired from the mission. Let's have a drink to soothe our throats."