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

The henchman lay on the ground, still trembling. The attack had been only inches from his vitals, nearly costing him his life.

Ah Wu stood up straight, his eyes bloodshot, roaring like a demon: "Die, Number Gang!"

Awu suddenly leaped forward and arrived in front of the henchman with the gun.

He gripped the broadsword with both hands and slashed at his underling's left shoulder.

This slash was as fast as lightning; I had no chance to dodge it.

With a "whoosh," he felt a chill on his left shoulder as his entire left arm was severed from his body, flying out with gushing blood.

"Ah—!" The younger brother let out a terrible scream as blood gushed from his severed limb. His body slumped to one side and he fell to the ground in a sorry state.

"Help!" he cried out in despair, clutching the wound at the severed limb. Blood continued to gush out, quickly forming a pool of blood beneath him.

Upon seeing this, the other henchman turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

"Assassin! Protect the boss!" he shouted toward the stairs, then turned and ran toward them.

Ah Wu glanced at him, then suddenly kicked forward, hitting the underling squarely in the back.

The younger brother lunged forward and fell heavily to the ground, unconscious and motionless.

"You all have to die!" A-Wu said expressionlessly, picking up his broadsword and walking towards the stairs.

His blade was still dripping with his underling's blood, leaving a gruesome trail of blood on the ground.

With a sinister grin, A-Wu drew his knife and prepared to leave.

Just then, a dozen or so members of the Number Gang suddenly appeared at the stairwell.

Armed with various knives and guns, they quickly formed a cordon around A-Wu, trapping him in the middle.

"Fuck your number gang! Today I'm going to raze you all to the ground!" A-Wu cursed loudly, his eyes sweeping over his underlings.

The leader of the henchmen raised his pistol and shouted, "Ah Wu, you have nowhere to run. Put down your weapon and surrender!"

"You mere henchman from the Number Gang, do you think you can take on me, Ah Wu?"

Ah Wu sneered, holding a knife in his left hand and gesturing with his right to invite them forward.

Upon seeing this, several henchmen immediately opened fire.

Bullets flew in from all directions. With a light spin, Ah Wu's blade flashed, and two of his henchmen fell to the ground.

"Damn, he's too fast, how come we can't hit him!" the henchmen yelled, and more bullets were fired at A-Wu.

Ah Wu was completely at ease, his swordsmanship was skillful, and several of his underlings fell to his blade once again.

"All of you, charge! Kill this traitor!" the leader roared, and the group surged toward A-Wu.

Ah Wu's eyes were bloodshot, his killing intent soaring to the heavens. His movements were as fast as lightning, like a ghost, and he could kill with a single strike.

The gang suffered heavy casualties, with nearly half of its members killed.

Surrounded by enemies, A-Wu fought his way out, his blade striking with unstoppable force.

The henchman was already somewhat intimidated, and his movements noticeably slowed down.

Ah Wu, however, continued to pounce on them like a hungry tiger, wielding his knife and weaving through them, leaving a trail of carnage wherever he went.

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The henchman's face darkened as he looked at the bag of severed heads in A-Wu's hand. He raised his pistol and shouted at him, "Put down your weapon! You have nowhere to run!"

Ah Wu sneered, gripped his broadsword tightly with both hands, threw the bag of human heads aside, and glanced at the underlings who were attacking him: "You mere henchmen of the Number Gang, do you think you're worthy to fight me, Ah Wu?"

"Insolence!" Seeing Ah Wu's blatant disrespect for the Number Gang, the henchman was enraged and fired two shots at Ah Wu.

Bang! Bang! Two shots rang out, bullets flying from the left.

With a quick turn of his feet, A-Wu slid to the right, two gunshots whistling past his side, and a flash of blade—he had already taken down the two henchmen standing closest to him.

Before the two men could react, A-Wu's broadsword slashed a bloody gash in their waists, and they cried out in pain before collapsing to the ground dead.

"Damn, this thing is too fast, how come I can't hit it!"

"Everyone, fire!"

The henchmen panicked and all raised their guns to fire at A-Wu, with a hail of bullets whistling in from all directions.

Awu turned and slid to the edge of the stairs. He rolled to avoid a fatal bullet, and with a swift movement, two more of his underlings fell victim to his blade.

"He shows no mercy when he kills!"

"We're outnumbered! Go call for reinforcements!"

The underlings were shouting, but they were no match for A-Wu's Swift Wind Blade Technique, and casualties began to increase rapidly!

Bullets whistled in from all directions. Ah Wu stumbled and slid to the side. A flash of light appeared, and the two closest henchmen of the Number Gang fell to the ground, blood gushing from their throats.

"He's too fast, we can't hit him!" the henchmen shouted, and all the bullets missed, not a single one hitting Awu.

Chapter 283 Unmatched

A-Wu darted through the crowd like lightning, his movements swift and agile, making him as elusive as a ghost.

With a swift swing of his broadsword, two more henchmen fell to the ground, their chests ripped open and bleeding profusely.

"All of you, charge! Kill this traitor!" The henchmen roared and surged forward, brandishing knives and guns to beat him.

With flashing blades and splattering blood, in just a few moves, five or six more henchmen were cut down by A-Wu's broadsword, their screams echoing one after another.

A-Wu's eyes turned bloodshot as he fought, and his swordsmanship became even more ruthless and fierce.

Each slash accurately targeted the henchmen's vital points, leaving trails of deadly blood.

The gang's underlings suffered heavy casualties, with more than half already fallen to Ah Wu's blade.

But some of his underlings, unafraid of death, still rushed forward, wanting to capture A-Wu alive.

The gang's underlings suffered heavy casualties, with most of them already fallen under Ah Wu's broadsword, their blood staining the entire corridor red.

But the gang's henchmen continued to reinforce, their numbers overwhelming, and they kept surging up the stairs, brandishing knives and guns, trying to surround Ah Wu.

A-Wu fought valiantly amidst the heavy encirclement of the third and fourth layers, his body splattered with the enemy's blood.

His eyes were bloodshot and gleamed with a fierce light, like a demon from hell.

"Die!" he roared, raising his sword with both hands. With a swift and powerful strike, he killed several of his henchmen who were nearby.

Fresh blood splattered everywhere, and several more corpses fell heavily to the ground.

The henchmen pressed forward, and blades and bullets rained down on A-Wu.

Awu shifted his feet lightly, his swordsmanship sharp, deflecting all attacks.

Then, with a flash of light, he killed two more enemies.

"Kill him!" The henchmen were furious, and more men surged up the stairs.

Amidst the flashing blades and spraying blood, the sounds of battle rose and fell as A-Wu fought a bloody battle, surrounded by enemies.

The casualties were getting worse, and more than a dozen of his underlings' bodies lay in pools of blood.

The remaining underlings turned pale, already somewhat afraid of A-Wu's fighting power, and no longer dared to rush forward to launch a surprise attack.

Awu stood alone amidst the corpses, his body splattered with the enemy's hot blood, like a demon from hell.

He held a blood-stained broadsword, the blood on the blade reflecting a cold light.

"You're no match for me!" he sneered, slowly raising his blood-soaked broadsword.

The underlings turned pale and trembled, no longer daring to make any rash moves.

The leaders had already taken out their phones, intending to contact their underlings from other gangs for help.

"Hurry up and notify Camel and the other branches! This traitor is too strong; one branch can't handle him!" The leader, his face ashen, hissed to his companions.

The remaining henchmen dared not approach A-Wu any further, fearing that he would kill them with a single blow.

The situation reached a temporary stalemate.

A-Wu glanced coldly at his underlings, a sneer playing on his lips, as he secretly plotted a way to break through.

As more and more of Ah Wu's henchmen surged forward, he said in a deep voice, "You mere lackeys think you can take my life? Don't be naive!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several vans suddenly appeared in front of the Number Gang's gate, and twenty or thirty Number Gang members jumped out of the vans, all armed with knives and guns, exuding a murderous aura.

The leader, a fierce-looking man, shouted, "Go! Hang this traitor A-Wu!"

The new henchmen rushed forward and joined the original henchmen, forming a larger encirclement that tightly surrounded Ah Wu.

A-Wu silently surveyed the group, his face showing no sign of panic.

At this moment, a gang leader shouted, "Ah Wu, you have nowhere to run! Put down your weapon and we might spare your life!"

Ah Wu sneered, "You mere scum from the Number Gang, trying to take my life? Dream on!"

Having said that, he gripped his broadsword tightly with both hands, exuding heroic spirit: "All of you must die!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ah Wu moved swiftly, shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow. With a swift stroke of his knife, he killed two more of the Number Gang's underlings who were right in front of him.

"Shoot! Kill him!" the gang leader hurriedly ordered.

A hail of bullets came from all directions, but A-Wu turned and his blade flashed, deflecting all the bullets.

Immediately afterwards, he flicked his blade and killed another enemy.