Hong Kong variety show: Why do you say I'm crazy?

"Eat pancakes? What kind of pancakes? I don't like your food at all, it's too low-class."

He opened the door, went to the overturned truck, squatted down, tore up the mooncake packaging scattered all over the ground, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I've seen plenty of people like you... Chew... You're just trying to curry favor with me, aren't you... Chew... Let me tell you, you don't even deserve to curry favor with me... Chew..."

This time, using this ability is different from using it on the second young master. This time, the egg has no friends around, and the quantity of mooncakes is huge—a whole truckload of mooncakes!

Soon, Hengda had eaten more than a dozen boxes of mooncakes. Each box contained four mooncakes, and the man's stomach was so bloated that the buttons on his shirt popped open.

The people in the bar and the pedestrians on the street were stunned. Was this a competitive eater? Yes, a competitive eater, why are you eating for us for no reason? Are you that eager to show off? We're a little scared.

"What are you...cheche...looking at?...cheche...get out of my way."

Henda didn't think he had done anything wrong at all.

Finally, a passerby couldn't stand it anymore and called the police. He thought the foreigner was a crazy person who wanted to commit suicide by swallowing a pancake and wanted to become famous.

The ambulance arrived half an hour later.

When the ambulance arrived, Henda was already lying on the ground, lifeless, with his belly swollen high like that of a woman carrying 10 babies.

The next day's headline read, "Newly appointed Wan Chai Police Commissioner commits suicide last night on a certain street; death takes a bizarre turn."

The death of a police chief is no small matter, especially since he was a foreigner. As the last person to have contact with this chief, everyone at the bar that night was taken to the police station for investigation, including Smiling Tiger, who was recovering in the hospital.

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Chapter 93 The Last Dance

"Hey! How would I know he'd die? Don't talk like I killed him. So many people saw it. He choked to death, okay?"

Facing the police's questions, Brother Ji was not afraid at all. So many people were watching, how could you frame me? However, he felt that this bizarre death might be related to Wang Taiyi, but he dared not say it.

The crow in the other room also looked arrogant.

"So what if I die? So what if I'm the chief? Are you trying to find a scapegoat? We, Tung Sing, are not to be trifled with. If you dare to frame me for cutting my pork, tens of thousands of Tung Sing underlings will cause trouble in no time, believe it or not?"

The police conducted their routine questioning, and of course, they also wanted to find a scapegoat, but there were just too many people watching Hengda swallow the pancake that day, so they couldn't frame anyone.

In the end, we could only announce that Henda Lanz was threatened by the criminals and chose this bizarre way of dying so that the criminals would not harm the hostages. He was a hero. As for the information about the criminals and the hostages, sorry, it's confidential.

Following this bizarre suicide, "Gan Kee Wedding Cakes" inexplicably became incredibly popular. Legend has it that their mooncakes were so delicious they were almost unbelievable, and the owner, Gan Tai-zu, inexplicably became wealthy.

The police station chose to detain these officers with triad backgrounds for 48 hours before releasing them.

Old Wang had his first experience of being detained, while Guan Zhiling, who had no triad background, was released after questioning.

To be honest, the environment in the police station where people are detained is quite good; Old Wang was even detained in a small single room.

As soon as Wang Taiyi entered, he saw a familiar face in the opposite cell.

This person is none other than the soul dancer, Azha.

All that could be seen was Ah Zha, dressed in a suit and tie, slapping a bald, burly man who called him Brother Zha.

"Brother Scum!"

Ah Zha looked up in confusion.

"Hey! It's you, brave young man. How did you get in?"

"Their chief got himself killed playing art, and they brought me back for investigation. Isn't that ridiculous? What about you?"

"Me? My two brothers and I recently switched to the metal business, and those bastards arrested me. Luckily, my two brothers escaped."

"The metals business? Isn't that legitimate? Are you smuggling rare metals?"

"No, it's just that there's some gunpowder in the metal."

"Damn, that's just weapons. You're really funny."

The bald, burly man in Azha's cell, upon hearing about the warden's death and arms smuggling, was already cowering in a corner, trembling. Heaven knows he was only there because he was drunk and tried to dine and dash; why was he sharing a cell with these two men?

“Hey Tung Wong, my brother will definitely get me out of here. Once I’m out, I’ll leave Hong Kong Island and go do big business elsewhere. Do you want to come with me? I have faith in you.”

"Forget it, bro, I'm not romantic."

"I see. Then we probably won't be able to see each other again."

Ah Zha's tone was quite regretful.

"Why act like a little girl, Brother Scum? Living in the moment is the most important thing. Let's continue our duel from last time!"

Ah Zha's eyes lit up. Yes, he still fondly remembered their last duel. They might not meet again, so he had to settle the score today. Since ancient times, there has never been a first in literature, but there can only be one king in dance.

Ah Zha excitedly took off his coat and threw it aside, revealing a black tight-fitting shirt underneath.

"Come on, let's fight!"

Then, as if remembering something, he looked around and said to the bald, burly man in the corner:

"come here!"

The burly man walked over with a hunched back.

"Scumbag...Scumbag Bro."

"Sit there and sing a song."

How can you dance without accompaniment? It's like watching a movie with the sound off—the effect is halved. There's no other way but to improvise.

"Sing...sing a song?"

The burly man was a little confused. What kind of request was this? Sing? I could understand even bending over, but what the hell was singing?

"Ok?"

Ah Zha glared at the burly man, who immediately became frightened and started singing.

Life has its joys, but tears are also inevitable.

"Cut it out! Change to a faster song!"

A cool breeze gently blew in and quietly slipped into my clothes.

Summer has stolen away the sound of everything.

Azha nodded, placed his hands on his head and patted them a few times. Then he twisted his waist and hips and spun around. Azha held the back of his head with both hands, and his buttocks rose and fell up and down in the air in front of Wang Taiyi, drawing the number 8.

"hiss……"

Wang Taiyi gasped. Could this be the "Ink Buttocks"? It was truly mesmerizing.

"Blow, blow, let the wind blow—take away all sorrow! Who is in the wind?!"

As the chorus arrives, Ah Zha turns around, his left leg slightly bent and his right leg straight, lying horizontally to the side, his hands crossed in front of his chest with his fingers spread out in a fan shape.

As the final "Who?" rang out, A-Zha suddenly opened her closed eyes and stared straight at Wang Taiyi, a slight smile playing on her lips. Her eyes held a chilling arrogance, and her smile was that of a lone wolf seeking defeat.

"it is good!"

Wang Taiyi couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Those eyes are truly captivating, and her laughter is even more enchanting.

As expected of the "Scumbag Brother," he's got a firm grip on matters of the heart. When it comes to the emotional aspect of dance, I, Donghuang, would call you the strongest in the dance world.

"Humph!"

Stunned? A-Zha was a little disappointed. Had the other party lost the courage to dance with me?

Just then, Old Wang moved! And he even started singing.

"The lamp is lit in the middle of the bed—those who are having an affair are often in a hurry."

I don't want to be too nervous—I'll just look like everyone else!

Wang Taiyi starts with Popping, moving like a robot. It's the first time you've seen someone dance like a robot, and the visual impact is absolutely stunning.

Azha was surprised. He never expected that he could create such a unique dance. This young man actually broke the rules of the dance genre and created his own dance. This is establishing a new school of thought.

"But you look at me—two big, bright white thunderbolts—"

My belt has lost its meaning..."

Wang Taiyi switched to Breaking, his head on the ground and his feet dangling in the air as he spun rapidly like a helicopter.

The climax is here!

"I love you, love you, love you...it's endless~"

Wang Taiyi had somehow attached the Immortal Skin to his lower back, and with each utterance of "love" in rhythm, a blurry shadow would appear around his waist.

"So we fook fook fook tonight ~"

"Oh! It's always been so difficult!"

Old Wang's finishing move was to bend over with his back to A Zha and look at him from between his legs, which was very powerful.

Ah Zha remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a sigh.

"I lost!"

Azha looked at Wang Taiyi with a complicated expression.