Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Xiao Zhuoxiao's modified motorcycle only had one seat welded on the back—trying to squeeze in another person? The sheet metal would crack.

Should I take a taxi?

Hong Kong taxi drivers are shrewd and quick to avoid such a chaotic scene.

Xiao Zhuoxiao was panting heavily, his palms sweating profusely. He had only managed to pull off that last slash with sheer grit. Now, with his adrenaline receding, his legs were trembling.

"I'll switch with you." His voice was weak. "You take Karen and I'll cover your retreat."

"Why are you wasting your breath on me? Hurry up and go! I have my own way." Song Zhaowen didn't even turn his head, his eyes fixed on the nightclub entrance.

Judging from Xiao Zhuoxiao's appearance, his energy at this moment is entirely due to the courage he had just mustered. Once the adrenaline in his body subsides, he will definitely be too weak to run away.

Given Crown Prince Tai's temperament, Xiao Zhuoxiao would be lucky to have a complete corpse.

Song Zhaowen was not being arrogant; he was absolutely capable of escaping unscathed.

"Hang in there, Awen. Once Karen is settled, I'll definitely come back for you."

Xiao Zhuoxiao's Adam's apple bobbed as he knew his brother was telling the truth. More and more people were gathering around, and even the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance. If they didn't run away soon, no one would be able to leave.

Without saying another word, he pulled his sister onto the motorcycle, the engine roared, a plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, the tires slipped on the wet ground for half a second, and then plunged into the traffic like an arrow.

Once Xiao Zhuoxiao and his sister were out of danger, he kicked Prince Tai in the waist, sending him flying through the air as he crashed through the nightclub door with a scream...

"Damn it, I'll send you a crow to fly in an airplane."

Without turning his head, Song Zhaowen dashed into the narrow alley to the side.

"Young Master!"

The nightclub henchmen rushed forward to help Prince Tai up.

With several shards of glass embedded in his face, Prince Tai was bleeding profusely, his teeth clenched like a man-eating beast: "Damn it! What are you standing there for? Chase that damn bastard! Remember, I want him alive."

The henchmen roared as they jumped onto their motorcycles, engines blaring, headlights flashing wildly, and curses erupting from all sides.

"Damn it! If I don't beat you to a pulp tonight, I'll change my name to 'Ah Mei'!"

"The Crown Prince has declared that anyone who captures him alive will be rewarded with ten thousand coins."

A dozen or so motorcycles roared out, like a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood, heading straight for the dark alley.

Our gaze returns to Song Zhaowen.

They were still far from out of danger; the roar of motorcycles and shouts of cursing were right behind them, their headlights flashing wildly in the narrow alleyway, casting a ghastly white light on the wet ground. Several fast-moving thugs were already close at hand.

Instead of blindly running in a straight line, Song Zhaowen used the cockroach's dark vision and ultra-wide-angle vision to clearly "see" every detail of the surrounding environment: where the dead end was, where there were piles of debris to climb, which wall had a loose water pipe, and even which floor tile was loose and could cause a trip.

Just as one of the henchmen rushed into the alley and saw his target, Song Zhaowen leaped down from a low awning on the side, his knee striking the henchman squarely in the chest. The henchman groaned and flew backward, knocking over two trash cans and spilling filth all over the ground.

Song Zhaowen landed and rolled, picking up the half-rusted bicycle chain from the ground and slapping it across the wrist of another henchman who was swinging a knife.

"Ah!" The rust and barbs on the chain cut his skin, and the henchman cried out in pain, dropping the machete from his hand.

With a flick of his toe, Song Zhaowen grabbed the cleaver and, without even looking, swung it backward!

clang!

The metal clashed, sparks flew. The third henchman's steel pipe was cleaved open by the blow, his hand split open.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Song Zhaowen charged forward, his shoulder slamming into the other person's chest, causing him to stagger backward and knock down a stack of empty cardboard boxes.

Without stopping, he turned and turned into a narrower side alley.

"There it is!"

"Don't let him get away!"

Beams of light from motorcycles and shadows of people surged from the alley entrance.

Song Zhaowen ran and observed. The side alley was narrow, with the back walls of old tenement buildings on both sides, piled with debris. It seemed to end in a dead end, blocked by a huge, rusted tin garbage bin.

The pursuers were closing in, and the motorcycles couldn't get in, but five or six henchmen armed with weapons had already rushed into the alley, blocking their escape route.

They were about to be trapped in a dead end.

Song Zhaowen's gaze swept over the walls on both sides. The walls were very high, with a slippery surface covered in moss and stains, making it impossible for an ordinary person to climb them.

But he is not an ordinary person.

He took a deep breath and accelerated toward the wall.

Just before he was about to hit the wall, he pushed off the ground with both feet, leaped into the air, and at the same time, his right hand, with its five fingers like hooks, dug fiercely into a crack in the wall.

Sizzle~

His fingernails scraped against the brickwork, making a screeching sound. But this scratching action actually stopped his descent from the slippery wall.

Immediately afterwards, he touched another tiny protrusion with the toe of his left foot, using the momentum to propel himself upwards again, and his left hand grabbed a loose brick at an even higher position.

Its movements were so fluid they didn't seem human; they were more like those of a gecko or... some kind of insect that can move freely on a vertical surface. Fingers, toes, even knees and elbows became gripping points, allowing it to move rapidly upwards on the almost vertical wall in a defying logic.

"Holy crap, he... he climbed up there?!" The henchmen who had chased in were dumbfounded, staring at the figure rapidly climbing the wall, unable to believe their eyes.

"Damn it, is it a human or a ghost?!"

"Shoot! Shoot him down!" someone shouted.

But Song Zhaowen climbed too fast and kept changing directions, moving in a zigzag pattern on the wall, his figure swaying unpredictably in the dim light.

Boom!

Two gunshots rang out. The bullets struck the wall, sending up shards of stone and sparks, but they didn't even graz the hem of Song Zhaowen's clothes.

In a few seconds, Song Zhaowen had climbed to a height of nearly three meters, where there was a dilapidated window that had been nailed shut with wooden strips.

He gripped the edge of the windowsill tightly with his left hand, while his right hand swung the machete fiercely at the wooden strips sealing the window!

Crack! The wooden strip snapped.

He pulled hard, tearing a gap in the shabby window.

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Zhaowen shrank back, slipping through the narrow opening like an eel and disappearing into the darkness behind the window.

As for Prince Tai's henchmen, they didn't have that skill and could only watch helplessly as Song Zhaowen escaped.

A dozen minutes later, Song Zhaowen quietly walked out from the back door of an old building on another block.

He was covered in dust, and his arms and clothes were torn in several places. Then, he pulled up the collar of his jacket, lowered his head, and blended into the bustling crowd at Temple Street Night Market.

I stopped at a stall selling offal, ordered a skewer of radish and a few pieces of beef lung, dipped them in the rich curry sauce, and ate them slowly. The scalding hot food dispelled some of the chill of the night breeze and replenished the energy I had just expended.

After evolving, the body is indeed quite compact, but the only downside is that the metabolism speeds up, making it easy to get hungry.

While eating hot food, he called Xiao Zhuoxiao's pager...