Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

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Several of Huangmao Dazige's henchmen returned, bringing with them a dozen or so bleached men carrying newspapers. These men, each with brightly colored hair, were arrogantly walking towards Dazige, their newspapers concealing watermelon knives.

"Ah Da, what's wrong?"

Big Brother pointed at Zhang Tiejun and his three companions standing not far from the shop entrance, "Those guys, when the fight starts, chop those bastards to pieces!"

One of the bodyguards who had been standing at the door with Zhang Tiejun turned around and went into the store. A short while later, Bill came out. The five of them looked at the fifteen or sixteen thugs who had gathered on the sidewalk without showing any fear.

The blond-haired big guy, holding a watermelon knife wrapped in newspaper, walked over to one of the silver Mercedes-Benzes parked on the side of the road and scraped the driver's door with the tip of the knife, making a screeching, ear-piercing sound.

After finishing his shaving, he looked at Bill standing at the shop entrance with a defiant expression, raising the watermelon knife in his hand towards Bill, "You bastard, who do you think you are, daring to act arrogantly in front of me, Brother Xin Yi An? Today, with so many of us here, you dare to pull out a gun and try!"

Bill sneered and was about to take off his suit jacket when Zhang Tiejun stopped him, saying, "You're carrying a gun, it's not appropriate for you to fight. Let me handle this, and I'll show you my martial arts skills!"

Upon hearing this, Bill stopped his plan to undress. "Fine, let me see how good Tony's taste is. Please!"

Zhang Tiejun and Wang Xuewen strode towards Huang Mao and his gang, taking off their expensive suits and draping them over their arms as they went. When they reached Huang Mao, Zhang Tiejun said, "Kid, didn't you hear what Bill just said?"

Upon hearing Zhang Tiejun speak Chinese, the blond-haired man tilted his head, stood on tiptoe, and said contemptuously, "Mainlander, what are you saying? I can't understand a word you're saying!"

Upon hearing the nickname "Yellow Hair," Zhang Tiejun's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He swung his arm at the Yellow Hair in front of him with such speed that Big Brother felt as if he had been hit by a steel pipe, and he fell sideways to the ground.

"I curse your mother! Kill him!"

When Big Brother's henchmen saw that their leader had been beaten, they yelled and rushed forward with watermelon knives, intending to kill Zhang Tiejun and Wang Xuewen in front of them.

Wang Xuewen kicked out at a purple-haired guy who was yelling and charging towards him, sending the purple-haired punk flying backward. Without slowing down, he swept his leg at another guy, bending his leg at a 90-degree angle.

"Aaaaaah!"

The orange-haired punk whose leg was broken by Wang Xuewen's kick rolled on the ground and howled in pain, clutching his short leg. The others were startled by what they saw.

Zhang Tiejun's punches were brutal, disarming those who charged at him with his bare hands. His inch punches were aimed directly at the kidneys and ribs of those who rushed at him. Zhang Tiejun was only using three-tenths of his strength; otherwise, if he had used that punch, either the ribs would have been broken and punctured, or the kidneys would have ruptured and caused internal bleeding, resulting in death.

The lethal moves learned in the military are not the routines performed on stage. Those fancy but ineffective moves are far superior to the lethal moves executed by soldiers.

If a punch or kick fails to incapacitate the opponent, it's a waste of your precious energy. Therefore, in the military, the key to victory is speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness!

It was already a sign of mercy from Zhang Tiejun and Wang Xuewen that they didn't strike vital areas such as the temples, Adam's apple, or perineum. Looking at the six or seven thugs lying on the ground, the two picked up their suits that had been thrown on the ground and draped them back over their arms.

The remaining men on the other side saw Zhang Tiejun and Wang Xuewen quickly defeat the men who had charged ahead of them, leaving them groaning on the ground. They looked at each other, none of them daring to attack again.

Seeing that Zhang Tiejun and his companion had intimidated the thugs, Bill walked over with a smile, "Not bad, quite skilled!"

After saying that, he walked up to the guy who had been knocked to the ground by Zhang Tiejun's arm, hooked his chin with his toe, and sneered at him, "Kid, I told you, if the car gets scratched, I'll break your legs. Tell me, which one do you want broken? I'm kind-hearted, you can choose!"

Big Brother, who was stunned on the ground, finally came to his senses. When he heard Bill say that, he tried to get up, but Bill kicked him hard in the chest, and he bent over like a shrimp, spitting out saliva.

That kick nearly knocked the guy out of breath. Two police officers patrolling the street happened to be standing across the street, watching the whole thing. They'd seen Zhang Tiejun and his companion beat six or seven thugs to a pulp. One of the officers asked, "Brother, should we go over there?"

"Why go over there? No one's going to call the police. Just keep an eye on things," the older police officer said dismissively, arms crossed.

"Kid, did I tell you to get up?" Bill walked over and stomped on Big Brother's face, pressing down hard. Big Brother screamed in pain, and none of the henchmen standing not far away dared to step forward.

"You think I can't do anything to you except draw my gun? Back when I was a big shot in Chinatown, you were still playing in the mud and peeing. You think you're qualified to mess with me like that?!"

Bill kicked Big Brother in the stomach again, asking in an icy tone, "Who are you to, Xin Yi'an or me? Call your older brother over and tell him that Liang Qihua of the Hongmen wants to see him!"

Among the thugs who were trembling and afraid to move, holding watermelon knives, one of them mustered his courage and shouted, "Our boss is Brother Snake! You wait, don't you dare run away!"

After the man finished speaking, Bill turned and ran into a hot pot restaurant on the street corner. Soon after, he saw several tattooed men walking arrogantly toward him.

"Damn it, who dares to touch my Snake Brother's henchmen? They're asking for trouble!" A bald, shirtless, chubby man squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of Big Brother, who was still being trampled on by Bill. Looking at Bill, he said, "Kid, where are you from? You're so arrogant, you even dare to hit one of our New One Security's people!"

Bill clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, and said to the shirtless, overweight man, "You're their boss?"

"You think you can tell me what to do? I'm asking you a question. Where do you hang out? Who's your boss? Don't you know the rules?"

Bill stepped forward, looking down at Snake, and whispered in his ear, "Hongmen, Liang Qihua!"

"Hong...men!"

After hearing this, Snake took a half step back, sizing up the arrogant Bill in front of him. "What's your seniority in the Hongmen?"

"Flower arrangement!"

Snake's face twitched, but he forced a smile and said to Bill, "Five people, one poem each!"

"No one knows about Hong Ying on his body!"

"Flower arrangement for a birthday celebration, by Leung Kai-wah!"

"Nice to meet you!"