Hong Kong film: As a boss, I use money to make decisions.

After resolving the issue of Nanlougui, the plane did not stop for a moment.

He first arranged for people to come to the housing estate to collect the body, and then he made a phone call, summoning a group of thugs in Kwun Tong to prepare their weapons and wait for him on Tak Shing Street.

Then he hurriedly went home, polished a steel knife hidden in the freezer, wrapped it in newspaper, went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and rushed towards Decheng Street.

When we arrived at Decheng Street, it was already dusk.

Tak Shing Street was already bathed in a sea of ​​neon lights, and the most dazzling signboard of Wang Bao’s Lido Nightclub was the one that stood out the most.

After getting off the car, I found a Ficus microcarpa tree to lean against. I waited and waited, but no one came. Finally, I put the long knife wrapped in newspaper under my arm and took out my cell phone.

He dialed the number again to one of his henchmen, and it took a while before the call was answered.

"What time is it? Why aren't they here yet?!"

Before the person on the other end of the phone could speak, the plane questioned him.

The thug who answered the phone was clearly in a difficult position.

"Brother Airplane, it's not that we don't want to come..."

But since you've called us all out, you should at least say hello to the big boss, right?!

The plane was immediately annoyed.

"What kind of greeting was that? Did he tell you all to follow my orders from now on?"

"Don't joke around. You're telling us to bring weapons, which clearly means you're going to Decheng Street to beat up your friends."

"If you don't inform Brother Xiao beforehand, what about the bail, medicine, and resettlement expenses?"

"Hey, do you even know what you do?"

"You whine and complain when I ask you to do something, are you afraid I won't pay you?"

The noise from the plane suddenly intensified, and what he couldn't stand most was being looked down upon.

The thug on the other end of the phone patiently explained.

"Don't blame us, it was Brother Xiao who found us and wouldn't let us leave..."

The plane was taken aback: "What does he want with you?"

"I don't know. Oh, right, he also asked where you were."

"You didn't tell him, did you?"

"No, we didn't know where you were before, how could we tell him!"

The plane frowned: "If he asks again, just say you don't know!"

With a snap, he hung up the phone, glanced at the Lido Nightclub not far away, his eyes flashing, and made a decision in an instant.

……

Yau Tsim Mong has been a hotbed of activity in Kowloon Peninsula for decades.

This area has always been a battleground for triads; it's as if you can't be considered a true big shot if you don't plant your flag in the Yau Tsim Mong area.

Wang Bao is different from others; he doesn't have a first character in his name, or rather, his name only has one first character.

After more than a decade of operation, Wang Bao, with his ruthlessness, viciousness, and extraordinary courage, carved out a territory in the Decheng Street area, where no one dared to provoke him.

He even dared to tell the police that after midnight, he would be in charge of the entire street!

But the world of martial arts is never short of reckless and fearless young men.

For example, Fei Ji, tonight he's determined to kill Wang Bao in Decheng Street, so that he can make a name for himself in the martial arts world!

He didn't know Wang Bao's whereabouts, nor did he know when Wang Bao would come and go from this nightclub.

But he was very patient, holding the steel knife, and quietly squatted at the entrance of the alley leading to the Lido nightclub.

"Brother Xiao, this guy is really obsessed!"

At a nearby parking meter booth, Tai-bao rolled down the car window halfway and turned to Lin Xiao-ru in the back seat.

Lin Xiaoru was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed, resting when she heard this and couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's a pity that God gave him a lot of courage, but not brains!"

Taibao felt a little reluctant.

"We might as well call him back. If he's just standing there all by himself, and Wang Bao really comes, he'll be chopped into mincemeat!"

"No rush! If we don't teach him a lesson he won't learn, who knows what stupid things he might do next!"

Time ticked by, and around 8:20 p.m., a silver Bentley finally pulled up in front of the nightclub.

Upon seeing this, the plane immediately sat up straight, its hand unconsciously tightening its grip on the knife handle wrapped in newspaper.

The driver got out of the car, opened the back door, and a burly middle-aged man with medium-length hair got out. He adjusted his hair and started to walk into the nightclub.

The person who arrived was none other than Wang Bao!

Unsuspecting, the plane immediately peeled off the newspaper covering the knife and strode toward Wang Bao.

At this moment, another person got out of the Bentley.

The man was thin, with a ring of white hair on his head. He wasn't particularly tall, but his eyes revealed a cold glint sharper than the blade in the airplane's hand.

The moment he stepped out of the car, he noticed the plane emerging from the shadows.

Swah——

White Hair drew a short blade from behind him, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.

Wang Bao had obviously noticed the plane, but he didn't bother to give it another glance.

"Ah Jie, take care of him!"

After coldly uttering just one sentence, Wang Bao strode into the nightclub.

Ignoring everything else, the plane quickened its pace, raised its machete horizontally, and charged towards Wang Bao with a cold expression.

"Oh!"

Just as the plane was less than five steps away from Wang Bao, A-Jie sneered and moved like a ghost, slashing his sword to block the plane.

With a flick of his wrist, he raised the short dagger high and slashed it down at the plane's head with unexpected speed.

Every inch shorter, every inch more dangerous. The plane is constantly engaged in fighting and killing, and is known as a ruthless person in the Lei Yue Mun area. He can see through the weight of his opponent with just one glance!

In terms of skill and ruthlessness, I would never be a match for him!

Fortunately, the instinct for melee combat was ingrained in the plane's bones, and he had no choice but to withdraw his blade and block with it.

Clang—

The short dagger slashed through the blade, creating a dazzling burst of sparks. Ah Jie's speed was astonishing. When his first strike missed, his body sank down, and his waist propelled his arm holding the dagger to sweep downwards, changing the slash into a sweep, and he swept towards the belly of the plane.

The plane was shocked and had to bend over and back up. When it looked down, it saw that its abdomen had been cut open and was bleeding.

If he had been even a fraction of a second slower, he might have been disemboweled on the spot!

Unfortunately, Ah Jie still had some tricks up his sleeve. He swept the dagger across the plane's left side, steadied himself, and with a flourish of his hand, changed the sweep into a thrust. He pushed off the ground with his right foot, propelling his entire body forward to stab the plane with the dagger in his right hand.

In less than two breaths, the plane was so exhausted that it had almost no strength left to fight back or even defend itself!

This move was unavoidable, and in an instant, a ferocious glint flashed across the plane's face.

He simply stopped dodging and let A-Jie's dagger stab towards his left chest. He then raised his long sword and was about to chop at A-Jie's left shoulder!

"pick!"

A rare look of horror flashed across Ah Jie's eyes.

His strike would definitely pierce the plane's chest, but the plane's remaining force would also sever his left arm.

This guy, in a life-or-death situation, would dare to trade his life for his own arm?!

In a flash, Ah Jie had no choice but to dodge to the side, his knife sinking as it stabbed directly into the plane's left side.

"Hmm!"

With a single slash, the plane missed its target, its expression darkening. Ah Jie swiftly pulled out the blade, and blood spurted directly from the plane's waist.

Clutching his wound, he staggered back a few steps. He gritted his teeth, wanting to raise the knife to strike again, but found that he couldn't muster any strength in half of his body.

Giving the plane an approving look, Ajie swung his arm, ready to finish off this arrogant and reckless young man.

"Those who work with HSBC, and those who have nothing to do with it, get out of the way!!"

Just as A-Jie was about to deliver the fatal blow, a loud shout from behind interrupted his action.

Looking back, a large group of knife-wielding men were already approaching from the direction of Jordan, hurrying towards the Lido Nightclub.

At the same time, Lin Xiaoru was also sitting in the car and sincerely sighed to Taibao.

"That plane crash was a bit stupid, but it was definitely ruthless!"