Starting from Hong Kong in 1988!

"Heart, liver, kidneys, spleen?"

As soon as his third brother uttered those casual words, Xu Guangkun knew there was no room for negotiation.

Those who sell dried organs are clearly inhumane.

He could already imagine what the final fate would be for those who paid money to save their lives or became male prostitutes.

Squeeze every last drop of value out of them, give them your heart and soul.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Xu Guangkun's eyes.

"Anything else you want to ask?" Third Brother lit a cigarette and said, "If not, then come with me."

"I have one more question."

Xu Guangkun casually glanced around the small shop, finally fixing his gaze on the table in front of him.

"My fellow villager has a round face, thick eyebrows, straight eyes, and full lips. Books say this is the appearance of an honest and simple person, and from my brief interactions with him, he certainly seems to be that kind of person. Why would someone like him owe you money...?"

As he spoke, his hand quietly climbed up the edge of the table.

"Gambling or drugs?"

"It's drugs, but not him. His daughter is addicted. She owes me a lot of money. If he doesn't do it, his daughter will have to work as a prostitute."

Third Brother remained patient and continued chatting, but the two underlings standing at the shop entrance were getting impatient, and one of them took a step forward.

"Third Brother, how long are we going to waste our breath on him?"

"Don't rush me." Third Brother turned his head. "If someone dies, at least let them die knowing why. Don't you agree?"

The younger brother remained silent, and the third brother, not expecting an answer, continued.

"You're always so impatient..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Click."

A sound like ice crystals shattering suddenly rang out in the small shop.

The sound wasn't loud, yet it was so attention-grabbing that Third Brother felt a chill in his heart for no reason and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the sound...

But before he could see clearly...

"Pfft!"

A jet of blood shot out and splashed on the ground, staining the cement red.

Third Brother finally saw clearly that a long, slender hand with distinct knuckles reached out from behind him, tightly gripping the shards of the porcelain plate, and without hesitation, plunged it into his own neck.

"you…"

Xu Guangkun's eyes were wide open, filled with a shocking ferocity, and he continued to wave his arms.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

The fragments rose and fell.

The blood gushing into his trachea completely blocked the words that Third Brother wanted to say.

Third Brother's younger brother stared blankly, as if his brain had crashed.

"Hehe...hehe."

His strength seemed to drain away with his blood, and the third brother collapsed to the ground with a thud, finally waking up the underlings he had brought with him.

"Third Brother!"

One of the henchmen immediately turned red-eyed, drew his knife from his waist, and rushed forward.

The other one remained standing there blankly, as if his mind was still being shaken.

"Come!"

Xu Guangkun, whose body was half-stained red, also pulled out something and went to meet them.

Under the dim light, the man could see what was in Xu Guangkun's hand.

Shaped like the number seven, entirely black, with a finger already on the trigger in the middle.

He froze.

"Hold…"

"Bang!"

Amidst the deafening roar, a flash of fire appeared.

The bullet, accompanied by white smoke, burst from the barrel, and the man was hit head-on before he could react.

"Peng".

Like the crisp sound of a watermelon hitting the ground.

The man's head was smashed to pieces in an instant, and blood and brain matter exploded and splattered all over the ground.

The thug, who had been standing still, trembled, and the two pairs of eyes hiding in the crack of the kitchen door blinked rapidly.

"call."

Xu Guangkun exhaled, turned his gun towards the trembling thug, and said, "Throw out all your weapons, kneel down, I'll ask you a few questions, and then I'll let you go..."

The man threw the knife from his waist and instinctively knelt down, but then, as if remembering something, he immediately sprang up.

He roared, "You kill without blinking an eye, and you won't let me go even after you've finished questioning me! I'll kneel before your mother!"

And then, it just rushed over like that.

Xu Guangkun roared back.

"Don't move!"

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

The man shouted and ran in a zigzag pattern.

When he moved to the left, Xu Guangkun's gun barrel would move to the left; when he moved to the right, Xu Guangkun would turn the gun barrel.

"Back off, or I'll shoot!"

"Open it!"

"I've opened it!"

"open!"

Amidst the rising and falling roars, the man drew ever closer.

"Damn it, don't you know that the closer you are, the faster the shot goes, and the more accurate it is!"

Xu Guangkun cursed, and the man pounced on him, reaching for the arm holding the gun.

Xu Guangkun didn't give him a chance to take the gun. He gripped the gun tightly, aimed at the head that was inches away, and swung it down in a wide arc!

"Bang!"

"thump!"

The man was knocked off balance by the impact, but the momentum he generated threw both of them to the ground.

The man's head rested on Xu Guangkun's chest.

In a flash, Xu Guangkun came to his senses and continued to smash the man's head with his gun.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

After being struck more than a dozen times on the back of his head, the gangster's vision went white and he felt dizzy and lightheaded, but he also realized one thing.

Xu Guangkun, out of bullets!

He propped himself up, shoved aside Xu Guangkun's still-waving hand, roared, and clenched his fist to punch forward.

"Die!"

"Thump!"

With one punch, Xu Guangkun, who couldn't dodge, had blood seeping from his forehead and saw stars.

The fist was about to smash down again.

Without thinking, Xu Guangkun kicked the man away. Before the man could stand up, he pounced on him again and shoved the porcelain forward with his other hand, which was still holding the porcelain.

"Pfft!"

"Ahhhhh!"

The two rolled around in a ball.

In the midst of the struggle, blood stained Xu Guangkun's eyes, stinging so badly it brought tears to his eyes, itching so intensely it pierced his very bones, and everything before him seemed shrouded in a red mist.

But he ignored everything, grabbing the shards and desperately scraping and digging at them.

There was only one thought in my mind.

It's a fight to the death!

.....

Under the dim yellow light, in the nameless little shop.

The two fought like wild beasts on the ground.

a long time.

The shouts, the roars, the dull thuds of flesh colliding, the sounds of sharp weapons piercing flesh—all subsided.

Behind the kitchen door.

"Who's winning."

The pale-faced proprietress nudged Lao Pan, who was also pale-faced.

"I have no idea."

"Have we gotten ourselves into trouble?" Old Pan's wife was breathing very cautiously. "What should we do?"

Old Pan didn't know what to do either.

No matter who wins, it won't benefit me. If Third Brother's group wins, their men will die here, which will surely anger them. If my fellow villager wins, I've caused him so much trouble; he probably won't let me off the hook either...

It seems the only option now is to run away, but what about my daughter…?

Before he could even figure it out, a person had already gotten up from the ground. Old Pan stared wide-eyed, trying to see what was happening.

His face was obscured by blood, but he sported a striking buzz cut.

These days, gangsters don't have buzz cuts.

.....

Xu Guangkun, his head still spinning, plopped back down into the still-warm blood.

It wasn't the cold, but rather the exhaustion and pain all over my body; I simply had no strength left.

He was panting heavily as he looked at the disemboweled corpse beside him.

To be honest, he couldn't understand it.

How could these Hong Kong thugs be so brave?

They dared to charge even when guns were pointed at them; one this morning, and another this afternoon.

Having run out of bullets, he originally intended to intimidate the gangster, then walk up to him pretending to ask questions, and then throw the shards forward.

result….

He was a complete brute; after a good beating, he can now only open his right eye a crack.

After resting for a while, Xu Guangkun struggled to get up and focused his gaze on the kitchen.

We must eradicate evil completely. Not only did Lao Pan cause him so much harm, but we also spared their lives. They will definitely inform Third Brother's gang.

This place is remote; few people saw them come in, as long as...

He looked around, picked up the teapot on the table next to him, and gulped down the tea, trying to regain his strength.

suddenly.

"Crunch."

With the sound of the hinges turning, the kitchen door was pushed open.

Xu Guangkun looked over with his intact left eye and saw Old Pan slowly walking out carrying a kitchen knife.

Xu Guangkun slammed the teapot onto the table, and it shattered instantly, spilling tea and tea leaves all over the floor. He picked up the sharpest shard.

"Don't be silly, fellow villager. You can't beat me. I don't want to kill you. I'll rest for a while and then leave. I'm not the kind of person who holds grudges."

Old Pan glanced at the porcelain shard in Xu Guangkun's hand.

That thing has already taken two lives!

Old Pan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he raised his eyelids again, his gaze was firm.

"My daughter is in their hands. You killed these people, and if I don't hand you over as the culprit, I'm sorry, my friend, I have no choice..."

....