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

The two locked eyes, and the office fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, Ah Ming snorted coldly: "I have already sent people to monitor the entire process of you joining the East Star Society. With your strength, eliminating Su Zhe is a pipe dream."

"You underestimate me." A-Wu clenched his fists. "I have a sleeping potion to use, Su Zhe won't be able to defend against it. At that time, his head will be my grand gift to the Number Gang!"

“What you’re saying actually makes some sense.” Ah Ming narrowed his eyes, seemingly sizing up Ah Wu. “Alright, I’ll trust you one last time. But if you fail, don’t go back to the Number Gang!”

"Yes, I will never betray the Number Gang!" Ah Wu immediately pledged his loyalty.

“…Since you’ve changed your mind, I’ll give you another chance,” Ah Ming said in a deep voice. “But after it’s all done, you must remember the kindness you received today!”

A-Wu and A-Ming discussed strategies for dealing with Su Zhe for over an hour.

“That kid Su Zhe is highly skilled in martial arts; we’ll have to resort to underhanded tactics to deal with him.” A-Ming crossed his arms, his eyes gleaming with ruthlessness.

“I’ve already had my men drug the restaurant Su Zhe frequents. If he’s not careful, he’ll be poisoned and his country will perish,” A-Wu said, winking.

"Fine! That damned Su Zhe, let me look forward to his death!" A-Ming said viciously.

The two discussed some more details, and then A-Wu took his leave.

As soon as he left Ah Ming's office, Ah Wu strode towards the Number Gang's underground armory.

Pushing open the heavy iron door, various knives, spears, clubs, and other weapons were displayed before A-Wu's eyes.

A-Wu walked directly to the steel weapon rack and took out a sharp Thomson machete.

"To hell with the number gang, to hell with Ah Ming, let my big machete be your burial!"

A-Wu swung his heavy machete wildly into the air, his eyes filled with ferocity and madness.

Having successfully deceived Ah Ming and infiltrated the group, the next step was to massacre the number gang and seize all its resources.

Ah Wu was secretly delighted; his mission to prove his loyalty to Su Zhe was about to be completed!

Ah Wu, carrying a sharp machete, silently arrived at the door of Ah Ming's office.

He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the doorway, his hand gripping the handle of the machete, ready to strike.

three!

two!

One!

"Boom!" With a flying kick, A-Wu kicked the office door open with a "bang," shattering the door frame.

"Ah Ming, you're finished!"

With a loud shout, Wu moved with lightning speed, and the Thomson cleaver in his hand flashed with a cold light as he slashed down at Ming like a storm.

That slash was as fast as lightning and as unstoppable as a tumble, making it hard to imagine the power it contained.

While Ah Ming was still reviewing official documents, he was caught off guard and sprang up from his chair with a "whoosh," barely managing to roll away from the fatal blow.

The machete struck the desk with a loud "clang," splitting a large gash in the desk.

"Awu, you beast (Li Liao), what do you mean by this? I trusted you so much! You actually betrayed me!"

Ah Ming's face turned deathly pale. He stared wide-eyed at Ah Wu, his voice trembling.

He never expected that A-Wu would suddenly turn on him and kill him.

Ah Wu sneered, ignoring Ah Ming completely, and swung his broadsword down again.

"Get out of here, go to hell!"

The cleaver whistled through the air. Ah Ming's vision blurred for a moment, and he desperately rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

"You hothead, I'll skin you alive!" Ah Wu said expressionlessly, slashing with his sword again and again.

Ah Ming was forced to dodge desperately, and the machete had already slashed a long, bloody gash on his arm.

Chapter 281 Awu’s Fury

The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for him!

Awu seized the opportunity, raised his hand, and brought his cleaver down like lightning, slashing towards Aming.

"Die!" he roared, his large cleaver drawing a silver arc of light, carrying the momentum of splitting mountains and cutting through water, the whooshing sound piercing the eardrums.

Seeing that things were not going well, Ah Ming struggled and rolled towards the bookshelf next to him.

The machete narrowly missed Ah Ming, snapping the bookshelf in two and scattering documents and papers all over the floor.

Ah Ming dodged in time, but his left arm was still lightly grazed by the blade of the cleaver, leaving a bloody wound.

"Ah!" Ah Ming cried out in pain as blood gushed out, staining his entire left arm red.

"Help! Help!" Ah Ming shouted through gritted teeth, his voice filled with barely concealed terror.

But the henchmen of the Number Gang guarding the door had already been quietly taken down by Ah Wu, and no one heard Ah Ming's cries for help. 523

Ah Ming was left alone and helpless in the office, while Ah Wu pounced on him like a tiger, relentlessly slashing with his machete. Ah Ming was trapped in a desperate situation.

"You're finished, die!" A-Wu showed no mercy, each strike aimed at A-Ming's vital points.

Ah Ming's pitiful cries for help echoed in the airtight office, but none of the gang members outside the door knew whether their boss was on the verge of death!

Wu cornered Ming against the wall, and Wu's fierce aura made Ming's face turn pale and cold sweat pour down his back.

A-Wu raised his blood-stained machete and coldly pressed it against A-Ming's neck.

With a gentle press of the sharp blade, a bloody mark was left on Ah Ming's skin.

"No, don't kill me!" Ah Ming's teeth chattered and his voice trembled. "I can give you more money so you can continue to work for the Number Gang!"

"Too late!" A-Wu sneered, "I'm now one of Dongxing's men. Today you'll pay the price for being betrayed!"

After saying that, A-Wu gripped the machete tightly with both hands and slashed downwards fiercely.

"No—!" Ah Ming screamed as the cleaver was already deeply embedded in his neck.

Hot blood gushed out, splashing everywhere.

Ah Ming's head fell to the ground with a thud, still uttering dying groans.

His body went limp and fell to the ground, twitching a few times before going still, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

Ah Ming's head rolled to the side, his eyes still wide open, filled with shock and fear.

Blood gushed from his neck and quickly formed a pool on the ground.

"Hahaha!" A-Wu raised his head and laughed, having successfully completed the task Su Zhe had given him.

A surge of excitement and satisfaction welled up within him; he had finally accomplished something he had always wanted to do but never had the chance to do in the Number Gang!

When the patrolling henchmen A and B passed by the office door, they suddenly saw the two bodyguards who usually stood guard lying slumped on the ground, motionless.

Henchman A's expression changed, and he whispered to Henchman B, "What the hell? Both bodyguards at the door are down. Something must have happened!"

Henchman B also looked astonished: "Didn't Ah Wu just go in to see the boss? Could it be...?"

The two looked at each other and saw shock and wariness in each other's eyes.

"The situation looks bad, quickly call for reinforcements!" Henchman A said in a low voice.

Just then, the office door creaked open, and A-Wu stepped out.

He was carrying a large, blood-stained machete in his right hand and a bulging bag in his left.

Both henchmen A and B turned pale with shock—the shape of the bag was clearly that of a human head!

"My God, Wu killed the boss!" Henchman B's eyes widened, his voice trembling.

Brother A's legs were also weak, but he still retained a sliver of rationality. He quickly pulled out the walkie-talkie from his waist and called for backup from other departments: "Requesting immediate reinforcements to the boss's office. Ah Wu killed the boss. I repeat, Ah Wu killed the boss!"

Just then, A-Wu's gaze fell upon the two of them, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and he involuntarily moved closer to them—

Brother A and Brother B exchanged a glance, both seeing deep terror in each other's eyes.

They took two steps back, drew their pistols and pointed them at A-Wu, their hands trembling uncontrollably.

At that moment, their eyes met at the office door, the tense atmosphere almost suffocating...

"Go and call for help!" one of the henchmen, A, shouted to another.

"Holy crap, Ah Wu really killed the boss!" The henchman B turned pale and drew his pistol, pointing it at Ah Wu: "You beast, drop your weapon!"

Ah Wu's gaze was fixed on the two henchmen of the Number Gang like a hawk's, his eyes gleaming with a cold light and a murderous aura.

He sneered, his voice low and sinister: "Go to hell, I'm here today to raze the Number Gang to the ground!"

Before he finished speaking, Ah Wu suddenly bent over and rushed towards the gunman like an arrow.

The henchman was startled by Ah Wu's actions, and hurriedly raised his pistol, firing two shots with trembling hands.

"Bang! Bang!" Two shots rang out, and the bullets whizzed past A-Wu, but because the distance was too close, they missed and did not hit A-Wu for the moment.

Chapter 282 Bloodbath

Ah Wu's speed was as fast as lightning, and he was already in front of his underling in an instant.

He swung his blood-stained broadsword with both hands, the blade reflecting a cold, sharp light under the lamplight, and brought it down on his underling with the force of a gust of cold wind.

The young man's face turned deathly pale, his pupils constricted with fear. He didn't have time to fire again and could only manage to roll to the side in an attempt to avoid the fatal blow.

With a loud clang, the broadsword struck the concrete ground, sending sparks flying and leaving a deep mark on the surface.