Hong Kong news: A million soldiers have been mobilized; Uncle Deng begs me to be the leader.

This is hardly a fight!

This is practically risking their lives!

"Brother Kun! We can't hold on any longer!"

"Brother Kun, run!"

"If we keep fighting, all of our men will be finished!"

"..."

The Hung Hing henchmen are starting to get scared.

Although they were considered to be the more capable fighters compared to the henchmen of other gangs.

But that doesn't mean they're not afraid of death!

Who wouldn't be afraid of this kind of reckless fighting style?

Liang Kun swallowed hard.

He knew he couldn't continue fighting.

"withdraw!"

With a wave of his hand, he led the way and rushed towards the door.

But we had just reached the doorway.

"kill!"

More than twenty thugs in black, each wielding a machete, blocked the gate and charged toward them.

Caught off guard.

Within a minute, all of Liang Kun's henchmen had collapsed.

Liang Kun was also pinned to the ground by two of his underlings.

at this time.

Chen Dao walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"You come and go as you please? You're really taking me for granted!"

"Chen Dao, you dare to touch me, Hung Hing will not let you get away with this!"

Chen Dao frowned.

Say something harsh?

It seems like people who make threats against him never end up well, right?

He didn't intend to waste words with Liang Kun.

He took the baseball bat handed to him by his underling and crippled both of his legs.

"what……"

Painful screams echoed through the nightclub.

Chen Dao, expressionless, tossed aside the baseball bat. "Remember, from today onwards, I'm in charge of this street."

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Hung Hing's Great Defeat, Chen Dao's Provocation!

Outside the nightclub.

"Hung Hing... defeated... defeated?"

Fly looked at the Hung Hing underlings lying all over the ground in the distance, rubbed his eyes hard, as if afraid he was seeing things.

But the facts prove it.

Hung Hing has truly lost.

The fifty or sixty Hung Hing henchmen outside the nightclub were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

More than a hundred men in black were cleaning up the battlefield.

Compared to Hung Hing.

These men in black are incredibly powerful fighters.

There are no more than twenty black-clad henchmen lying on the ground!

Could these... all be Chen Dao's subordinates?

"How is this possible! Isn't Chen Dao just someone who recently became famous? How could he possibly have so many followers?"

"Besides, his henchmen don't look like gangsters at all! What gangster is this fearless?"

"I can't believe my eyes!"

Brother Fly's mouth is so big you could fit a fist inside.

aside.

Ahua also frowned.

He shared the same idea as Brother Fly.

Although I knew that Chen Dao was no pushover, I never expected him to be this outrageous!

Logically speaking, if someone wants to recruit followers, they first need to have enough fame so that people will come to them.

To have enough underlings, you need enough money.

Only in this way can you win over enough followers.

But Chen Dao clearly doesn't meet either of these conditions!

To recruit one or two hundred followers, one would need to be at least a hall master level, right?

Moreover, the amount of money required is not small.

Ahua took a deep breath.

He was also shocked.

Just like Brother Fly said, these black-clad thugs don't look like gangsters at all.

If I had to describe them... there's only one word in Ahua's mind—suicide squad!

That's right.

They were the death warriors of ancient times.

Such people are not afraid of death and will not do anything else. Their goal is to protect their master to the death, and they will do whatever their master tells them to do.

Don't these black-clad henchmen look just like that?

"We...we underestimated Chen Dao!"

a long time.

Ahua couldn't help but sigh.

Brother Fly nodded.

If he previously had the idea of ​​using Chen Dao to gain fame...

That now.

He only had one idea.

That is to strangle the self that once had this thought.

Just kidding?

Is this the kind of person he should be messing with?

"You never know until you see it! This guy is even more ruthless than the rumors say!"

After a pause, Brother Fly continued, "However, Chen Dao's actions this time have been a slap in the face to Hung Hing. Isn't he afraid of making too many enemies? Two fists can't fight four legs. This guy has provoked Wo Luen Shing and now he's offended Hung Hing. Can he really withstand the wrath of two major triads?"

“I don’t know either.” Ahua shook his head, looking bitter. “I’m a little confused about this person too. But I have to say, the courage to offend two gangs in one go is something that not everyone has.”

……

Inside a nightclub.

Ahua and Brother Fly weren't the only ones with this idea.

After the nightclub had completely quieted down.

The nightclub owner finally emerged, trembling.

She was startled to see the Hung Hing underlings scattered all over the ground.

"Brother Dao... Brother Dao, these are..."

"Hung Hing's underlings?"

"What?! Hung Hing?!"

The female boss screamed.