Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

Street corner in Yau Ma Tei.

Bill stood in the shadows. The expected explosion did not occur, but the sound of sirens in the distance grew closer.

"It failed?"

An unprecedented sense of unease enveloped Bill's heart.

From the moment he set foot on this land, a chill ran down his spine from the instinct that the hunter had become the prey.

"We can't stay any longer!"

Bill acted decisively, his wide-brimmed hat obscuring half his face, and climbed into the unassuming pick-up car. He floored the accelerator, and the car roared off towards Lantau Island.

There was a backup safe house there, which was also their last resort.

However, what he didn't know was that a huge net called "the winery" had already been laid out on the only road leading to Lantau Island.

……

With Gogo in tow, Ishii Oren chose to escape through the sewers and secluded alleyways. As a woman who grew up in the underworld, she had a natural affinity for this kind of dark environment.

"Ishii-nee, there seems to be someone behind us."

Gogo, dressed in a Japanese school uniform, suddenly stopped, gently shaking the meteor hammer in her hand, making a clattering sound. It was an ordinary alley, with high walls on both sides and only a dim street lamp swaying in the wind.

"Come out."

Ishii Oren turned around, gripped the hilt of her samurai sword at her waist, and looked cold.

In the darkness, a young man in an ordinary jacket, with average looks, slowly emerged. He had his hands in his pockets, looking like a migrant worker passing by.

"Make way, or die," Ishii Oren said coldly.

Li Fu didn't speak, but simply extended one hand, making a "please" gesture, but pointing towards the trash can next to him.

"court death!"

A cruel smile appeared on Gogo's sickly face. With a flick of her wrist, the spiked meteor hammer shot out like a venomous snake, whistling through the air, and smashed towards Li Fu's head.

This blow was powerful and heavy; if it hit, the head would definitely explode like a watermelon.

However, Li Fu simply tilted his head slightly, his movements as simple as if he were playing dodgeball.

"call!"

The iron ball flew past his ear, hit the wall, and sent sparks flying.

Just as Gogo was about to take back his meteor hammer, Li Fu moved.

Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit.

He took a step forward and instantly closed in on Gogo. Gogo was shocked and tried to draw her dagger, but Li Fu's hand had already gripped her wrist.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

"ah!!"

Gogo let out a piercing scream, her right wrist contorted at an unnatural angle. Before she could react, Li Fu delivered a sweeping kick, sending her flying three meters away, crashing heavily into a trash can and knocking her unconscious.

"Go go!" Ishii Oren roared, "Baka!"

With a clang, the samurai sword was drawn. The blade flashed like snow, slicing through the night sky.

Ishii Oren's swordsmanship is extremely fast, following the Iaido style, and he is considered a master in Japan.

But she encountered Li Fu, a retired soldier from the mainland who was proficient in all killing techniques.

Faced with the sharp glint of the blade, Li Fu did not retreat but advanced, casually picking up a discarded iron pipe from the roadside and twirling it with a stick.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere in the alley.

As Ishii Oren fought, she became increasingly alarmed. The man in front of her was far too skilled. No matter how she attacked, he could parry with precision and effortless ease. Every counterattack left her hands numb.

"it's over."

Li Fu suddenly let out a low shout.

He sidestepped Ishii's slash, and the iron pipe in his hand struck the tendons in Ishii's wrist like a poisonous drill.

"Clang!" The samurai sword fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Li Fu leaned forward and grabbed Ishii's shoulders with his hands like eagle claws.

Dislocating tendons and bones technique!

"Click! Click!"

Two teeth-grinding sounds.

Ishii Oren's arms fell limply to her sides instantly. The excruciating pain made her face turn deathly pale, and she broke out in a cold sweat, collapsing to her knees.

"take away."

Li Fu dusted off his hands and spoke calmly to the security personnel who emerged from the darkness behind him.

……

Bud is a typical American redneck; even while on the run, he doesn't forget to play country music in his car.

However, his car got a flat tire.

On that deserted highway, a carefully placed tire spike forced him to stop.

Bud stepped off the vehicle, carrying his beloved, enormous revolver, and gazed at the moonlit wilderness ahead.

A man wearing a black trench coat and goggles was leaning against a dead tree, toying with a heavily modified M1911 in his hand.

Peng Yixing.

"Did you block this road?" Bud spat out the toothpick, his eyes turning fierce. "You're Lu Chen's dog?"

"I'm here to send you on your way," Peng Yixing said, not answering his question, but instead looking down at the gun barrel, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather. "I heard you're a gun expert? I'd like to try it out."

"Hahaha!" Bud laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the empty wilderness. "Yellow-skinned monkey, playing with guns? I was playing with guns when you were still wearing diapers!"

An atmosphere of a Western cowboy duel instantly filled the air.

The wind stopped.

Only the chirping of insects in the distance could be heard.

The two were twenty meters apart.

Bud's hand slowly reached for the holster at his waist.

His Colt M1873 was powerful, but its weight made it a little slow to draw. However, that didn't matter, as a Western cowboy, he had a unique way of drawing his gun, allowing him to fire rapidly from his waist.

Peng Yixing's hands hung down naturally, seemingly without any defense.

"three."

Peng Yixing suddenly started counting down.

"two."

Bard's pupils contracted sharply. Has this kid gone mad?

"one."

"Bang! Bang!"

Almost at the same instant, two gunshots rang out simultaneously.

Just as Bud's revolver was raised to the muzzle, Peng Yixing's M1911 was already emitting blue smoke.

Double Tap.

Two bullets pierced the same hole precisely—between Bard's eyebrows.

"Well……"

Bud's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that anyone in the world could draw a gun so quickly, so quickly that he didn't even have time to react.

He fell straight backward, crashing heavily into the dust.

"Too weak," Peng Yixing blew away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, turned and left, "It didn't even inspire me to modify the gun."

……

Vivica was the most cunning of them all. Instead of taking the highway, she stole a motorcycle and sped along the coastal path, trying to find a fishing boat to escape on.

"We're almost there... Once we're on the ship..."

Vivika looked at the fishing lights on the dark sea in the distance, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her heart.

She stopped her motorcycle, preparing to negotiate with the fishermen on the shore.

The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed against the rocks.

On a cliff 800 meters from the coastline.

Xiao Zhuang was lying prone in the grass, quietly watching the back of the black woman through the scope of the high-precision sniper rifle.

The crosshair was locked onto the back of her head.

"sorry."

Xiao Zhuang said softly.

This was his habit; even when killing, he maintained a compassionate elegance.

Gently pull the trigger with your index finger.

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot was drowned out by the sound of the waves.

Eight hundred meters away, Vivika's head exploded in a cloud of blood. Before she could even feel the pain, her body plunged into the sea like a puppet with its strings cut, her blood instantly staining the waves red.

"Mission accomplished."

Xiao Zhuang put away his sniper rifle, stood up, and disappeared into the night.

……

Guido was the strongest besides Bill. She carried Hattori Hanzo's katana and moved swiftly through the woods.

Suddenly, a suffocating murderous aura locked onto her.

"Who?!"

Guido abruptly stopped and drew his katana.

Under the shadow of the trees ahead stood a thin man with a ferocious face and legs of slightly different lengths. He wore a tattered hoodie and his hands were wrapped in rough hemp rope.

Feng Yuxiu raised his head, his crazed eyes gleaming with the excitement of meeting a kindred spirit: "You've finally come! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

"Madman!" Even before they had exchanged blows, Guido could sense the dangerous aura emanating from this man.

Without a word, she gripped the knife with both hands, let out a sharp shout, and slashed at Feng Yuxiu like lightning.

However, Feng Yuxiu did not hide.

He laughed loudly and went to meet him, twisting his body strangely to avoid the blade, and grabbing Guido's wrists with both hands like iron clamps.

A series of crashing sounds echoed through the woods.

Guido's swordsmanship was indeed exquisite, but it was still no match for Feng Yuxiu, a madman who had long been obsessed with martial arts.

"Too weak! Too weak!!"

Feng Yuxiu grew increasingly frenzied, completely ignoring the wounds Guido had inflicted on him, each punch and kick aimed straight for vital points.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Feng Yuxiu delivered a powerful punch to Guido's chest.

"puff!"

Guido coughed up a mouthful of blood and crashed into a tree trunk, his katana flying out of his hand.

Before she even landed, Feng Yuxiu had already followed up, delivering a vicious knee strike to her abdomen, followed by a hand chop to her carotid artery.

Guido felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision, as if all the bones in his body had shattered.

She collapsed to the ground, her consciousness rapidly fading, and her breathing becoming barely perceptible.

"snort."

Feng Yuxiu stood beside the "corpse" and checked her breathing.

"Dead?" Feng Yuxiu shook his head in disappointment. "The foreigner's swordsmanship is ultimately just superficial."

Feng Yuxiu turned and limped into the darkness, muttering, "Next...who's next..."

He didn't notice that after he left, Guido, lying on the ground, twitched her fingers slightly. That tenacious will to live kept her alive in her near-death state.

……

Two o'clock in the morning.

Bill finally arrived at the secluded safe house located halfway up the mountain.

It's eerily quiet here.

There were no insects chirping, no wind blowing, and not even birds singing.

Bill parked the car at the entrance and took a deep breath. As a top assassin, he could already smell the strong scent of what was called "the trap."

But he had no choice.

None of his brothers, his lover, or his subordinates have come to join him so far.

The ending was already decided.

"call……"

Bill straightened his slightly disheveled floral shirt, took out his samurai sword from the back seat, and held a revolver in his left hand.

In any case, he must die like a king.

"Squeak—"

Push open the villa's gate.

The hall was brightly lit.

But there was no ambush as I had imagined; there were only three people.

Sitting on the sofa in the very center was a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit, wearing sunglasses, and with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth. He wasn't holding a gun; he was just fiddling with an old-fashioned lighter.

Legend of the Walled City - Tornado.

On his left and right sides stood two young men dressed in black tactical uniforms.

Heaven nurtures courage and ambition.

The two men held two Remington M870 shotguns, their dark muzzles pointed directly at Bill's head.

If Bill dares to raise his hand even slightly, he'll be riddled with bullets in an instant.

At this distance, even if Bill were a god, he would be riddled with holes.

"Just you?" Tornado exhaled a smoke ring, his voice hoarse and indifferent. "Looks like your men aren't having much luck."

Bill's heart skipped a beat.

Although he was mentally prepared, upon hearing those words, he knew that the Viper Gang was... finished.

Guido, Badr, Ishii... are they all dead?

An unprecedented sense of desolation welled up in my heart.

Bill took a deep breath and slowly lowered the gun in his left hand, but gripped the knife in his right hand even tighter.

He looked at Tornado sitting on the sofa.

Bill could sense that the man in front of him was an extremely skilled expert.

"I am a warrior," Bill said, his eyes gleaming with a final light as he looked at the tornado. "I am not afraid of death, but I do not want to die under a hail of bullets. That would be too gruesome."

"Give me a chance," Bill said, holding his katana across his chest. "I want to have a fair samurai duel with you... one-on-one."

"In exchange," Bill gritted his teeth, "I'll tell you who paid a fortune to send me to my death in Hong Kong. I think some wealthy Chinese man would be very interested in that."

The Tianyang brothers exchanged a glance, just about to refuse.

"slow."

Tornado stood up, took off his Tang suit jacket, revealing his well-built muscles and the faintly visible dragon tattoo across his shoulder.

He stubbed out his cigarette, stretched his wrists, and his knuckles crackled and popped.

"I'll take this deal."

Tornado casually pulled out a machete from the weapon rack next to him.

"bring it on."

"Let me see just how venomous your Western snakes really are."