Hong Kong variety show: I, Big Guy, didn't cheat!

Nothing happened that night. The next day, Sha Qiang and his men drove a nine-seater van, picked up six people, and headed towards the Grand Lisboa Bridge, also known as the Macau-Taipa Bridge. He sat in the passenger seat and would occasionally turn around to talk.

"Big Kun, Sang Biao runs on the bridge every day. There aren't many people around him. You can just make your move then."

"Sure, as long as we see him, whatever the hell is Sang Biao or Sang Kun, they're all dead. I'll just stab them to death!" Yellow-haired Ah Ji revealed a fierce smile, constantly tossing the short knife in his hand, full of killing intent!

Before long, they arrived at the bridgehead of the Macau-Taipa Bridge. Sha Qiang pointed to a shirtless, tattooed man on the bridge and said, "Big Kun, that's Sang Biao."

The car stopped, and the six men, now wearing demon masks and armed with weapons, rushed forward. "Sang Biao, Hung Hing's Mong Kok boss, Handsome Kun, I'm here to skin you alive!"

In fact, Ding Haokun had already figured it out. This person did look somewhat like Sang Biao, but it wasn't Sang Biao at all. Sha Qiang was still quite smart; when Liang Kun asked, he could simply say he'd made a mistake!

Before the six men could even reach the fake Sang Biao, several dump trucks stopped on the bridge, and hundreds of short mules jumped off, wielding machetes and steel pipes, and charged towards them!

Hundreds of short mules appeared behind them, blocking their retreat and clearly intending to kill them.

"Hahaha, big brother, can we finally have some fun killing today?" Luo Tianhong's eyes were shining, like a born killer!

"Alright, you guys have fun today, I'm going to deal with Sang Biao!"

"Huh? Isn't that fake?"

"Heh, the one running is fake, but the one standing behind a Mercedes smoking a cigar is real. Kill him!"

Ding Haokun roared and drew the ancestral executioner's knife, passed down through generations when his family were executioners. It was said to be forged from meteorite iron, making it incredibly sturdy. Passed down for three generations, it had chopped off ninety-nine heads before being sealed away. His ancestors then gave up their executioner's duties and became pig butchers.

Legend has it that if an executioner's blade kills hundreds of people, it will generate malevolent energy that will corrode the executioner's body and may even give birth to a spirit that will turn against the executioner and his family!

He didn't care about that. What era are we living in? We should believe in science. Besides, he had a cheat code; even if something was unscientific, he could make it scientific!

He swung his knife at the charging dwarf mules, the pitch-black ghost-head knife slicing through two machetes and decapitating two dwarf mules, blood gushing out—the scene was truly spectacular!

The butcher's knife skills never stopped; with each stroke, at least one short mule's head flew off, and blood gushed forth one after another. Even the Blood Demon would laugh out loud at the sight; even Baotu Spring wasn't this awesome!

The spectators were stunned. This was insanely brutal. He'd killed people before, but he'd never seen anything like this. In less than two minutes, fifty or sixty of his underlings were dead—enough to cover their deaths!

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, he roared, "Get out of my way, let me handle this!"

The short mule was already on the verge of collapse, and upon hearing the shouts, it immediately turned and ran backward, wishing it had two more legs. But this delayed Sang Biao's plan, allowing Ding Haokun to rush forward a considerable distance!

When the dwarf mules had all run past Sang Biao, the two were less than ten meters apart! Sang Biao and his two lead horses drew three Black Star pistols from their waistbands and decisively pulled the triggers!

Ding Haokun's muscles tensed, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, displaying a speed that didn't match his physique. With a quick dodge, he avoided the incoming bullet, and then with two lunges, the distance between them closed to about three meters.

Just as the three men turned their guns around to pull the triggers, he threw the ghost-head knife in his hand. It spun rapidly in the air, making a terrifying whistling sound, and sliced ​​across the necks of the three men.

A look of terror appeared in their eyes. They could have killed Ding Haokun with just a pull of the trigger, but they could only watch Ding Haokun walk over, no longer having the strength to pull the trigger.

A red line of blood appeared on their necks, rapidly expanding. Their heads slid backward and fell to the ground, three fountains of blood shooting into the sky.

It turns out that the ghost-headed knife had already severed their heads, but the knife was so sharp that there was a delay in the effect.

Ding Haokun walked to the bridge pier, pulled out his ghost-head knife, shouted at the underlings who hadn't left yet, and made a charging gesture. They all reacted and turned to run.

The same thing happened to the five men. On one hand, the short mule was terrified of being killed, and on the other hand, seeing that Sang Biao was dead and he wouldn't get the money, he thought there was no point in playing anymore and turned around and ran away.

Aji wasn't satisfied yet, so he chased after them and killed several more dwarf mules before Ding Haokun called him back.

She slapped him hard across the neck. "Are you fucking crazy? A born killer? The guy's already escaped, what are you chasing after? Get out of here, the Macau police will be here soon, they might turn you into a sieve!"

"Big brother, that bastard idiot Big Brother Qiang drove the car away! We're covered in blood, what do we do?"

"No problem! The evacuation dock isn't far from here, and Liang Kun has already arranged a boat for us. We can just jump off the bridge and swim across, which will also wash off the blood!"

After saying that, he was the first to jump in. The five of them looked at each other and followed suit, jumping into the sea and swimming towards the dock.

In the other bread cart, Sha Qiang couldn't help but burst into laughter, "What the hell is this 'big guy Kun'? What good is being able to fight? These days you need brains too! Now look what's happened, surrounded and hacked down by Sang Biao's men. Even if they had three heads and six arms, they're doomed!"

Just as he was feeling happy, the short mule sitting behind him took out a sharp knife and stabbed him with a "thud," piercing through the back of the seat and through Sha Qiang's heart!

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out. Sha Qiang tried to turn around, but he was pinned to the chair and could no longer do so.

"Why, why?"

"Brother Qiang, don't blame me. Brother Kun told me to do this. He also asked me to pass on a message to you: 'Being a traitor will mean the death of your whole family! Your family is waiting for you. They told you to hurry up and not get separated from them!'"

Before Sha Qiang could say anything more, the person behind him twisted a sharp knife and shredded his heart, leaving him with his eyes wide open in death!

The assassin and the driver got out of the car together, took out the prepared gasoline, poured it on the car, lit a mosquito coil, and casually threw a lighter over. With a whoosh, a huge fire shot into the sky and burned Sha Qiang to ashes!

They hadn't gone far when they heard a loud "boom" behind them, and the two quickly lay down.

"Damn it, didn't you say it wouldn't explode? What the hell is going on? Luckily we left quickly, or we'd be dead!"

"I don't know either. They always explode in movies, but then I saw a science article in the newspaper saying it doesn't explode! Damn it, how dare they lie to me! I'll burn their newspaper office down!"

"What the hell newspaper are you reading? What did it say?"

"A bullet hitting a car's gas tank, or a rollover or crash, won't cause an explosion unless there's an open flame!"

The driver slapped him hard across the neck. "You son of a bitch, are you out of your mind? We set the car on fire, isn't that an open flame? If we weren't brothers, I'd really want to kill you, fuck you!"

"Should we burn down the newspaper office?"

"Go burn your mother's ass! Are you afraid people won't know you're crazy?"

At that moment, a news report appeared on Hong Kong television: the murder of a family of five, including Sha Qiang's family.

Sitting in his own film company, with a shabby Russian girl helping him put out a fire, Liang Kun revealed a smug expression. "Damn it, daring to be a traitor, I said I'd kill your whole family, and I'll kill your whole family."

Ding Haokun and his six companions had changed their clothes and disembarked at an abandoned dock in the northern district.

Yellow-haired Ah Ji, his little mouth still chattering, "Big brother, take on more missions like this in the future, it's so awesome! What a load of crap, that Sang Biao, not a single one of his men can fight!"

"Damn it, how about I send you to the Golden Triangle? Not only can you kill people there, you can also play with rocket launchers!"

"Never mind then. I don't know how to use a rocket launcher, and it's not as effective as a knife. I prefer stabbing people; it feels more satisfying!"

"If you like stabbing people, go to Portland Street! If you have money, you can stab people from morning till night!"

Seeing Ah-Ji's embarrassed expression, the others couldn't help but burst into laughter, creating a very joyful atmosphere.

"Big brother, you know me. I've practiced the 'Boyhood Kung Fu' since I was a child. How can I go to Portland Street? That would ruin my skills. No way, absolutely not!" His embarrassed expression made everyone burst into laughter again.

The group disembarked and walked along the path. The North District was considered a slum in Hong Kong, and taxis didn't even come here. Everywhere you looked, there were shantytowns and many villages with a primitive feel. If you said this was Hong Kong in the 1960s, some people would believe it.

Before they reached the main road, a simply dressed woman with two braids stumbled over and collapsed onto Ding Haokun.

"Honey, I've finally found you! Someone's chasing me! Help me!" She had barely finished speaking when her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Ding Haokun held her close and noticed that her eyes were still moving, indicating that she was faking fainting. But he didn't push her away, because this woman had the face of a tall, handsome old man; if he wasn't mistaken, her name should be Gang Sheng.

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Sure enough, a fat man with the face of a professional villain came chasing after them with a few short mules. When he saw Gang Sheng, the fat man's face revealed a lewd expression.

However, he did not rush up immediately because Ding Haokun's size, plus the five people behind him, made him wary. "Friend, this woman is a wife bought from the north. She ran away from home. Please hand her over to me to take away."

"Just because you say she's yours, does that mean she's yours? Does she have your name written on her? She just called me 'husband,' so she's mine now. I happen to be short of a concubine, and she seems pretty good. She's mine, so get out of here."

If you dare look at my concubine like that again, I'll gouge your eyes out and use them as cannon fodder!

Snakehead Bing, looking displeased, pulled out a military knife from his lower back. "Friend, you've gone too far. If you like, go buy it in the north yourself; it's not much money. Stealing from me is going too far!"

"Go to hell! Buy your mother's head! I'm a law-abiding citizen. Human trafficking is illegal! You smugglers are so shameless. You take the money, bring people here, and then rape them. Is there no law? Is there no justice?"

"If you know what's good for you, get out of here! Don't make me lose my temper, or even Buddha himself couldn't save you!"