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Gao Jin waved his hand with a smile and instructed Chen Bingwen:

"End the battle as soon as possible."

"I'll deal with Lian Haolong."

"Yes, Brother Jin!"

Chen Bingwen responded, raised the machete in his hand, and shouted loudly to his henchmen behind him:

"Brothers, Brother Jin has given the order!"

"A reward of 5,000 for taking down a loyal and righteous scoundrel, and 50,000 for killing him!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The Hung Hing thugs instantly erupted in excitement.

Five thousand yuan each, fifty thousand yuan each. If I'm lucky, I can earn half a year's wages after this battle tonight.

These guys made their living with their fists, and when they heard about the bounty, their eyes turned red. They roared and followed Chen Bingwen as he charged forward.

The two groups of people collided violently in the open space in the middle of the fruit market, with flashing knives and flying fists.

Shouts of battle, screams, and the clash of blades mingled together, shattering the tranquility of the night.

Chen Bingwen rushed to the front, slashing down a Zhongxinyi henchman who was charging towards him, and then slashed another man on the shoulder with a backhand.

The man screamed and fell to the ground, but Chen Bingwen didn't even glance at him. He stepped over the man's body and continued charging forward.

His swordsmanship wasn't fancy; it was just fast, accurate, and ruthless, with each strike aimed at his opponent's vital points.

The nickname "Dragon King of Yau Tsim Mong" wasn't given lightly. He made a name for himself in Yau Ma Tei by relying on his ruthless, fearless spirit.

The loyal and righteous thugs couldn't stop him at all.

He was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter; wherever he went, the defenses of loyalty and righteousness crumbled.

Lian Haolong caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his lips twitched with heartache.

These people were his lifeblood of loyalty and integrity, and Chen Bingwen had taken them down like chopping melons and vegetables. How could he not feel heartbroken?

But he can't care about that now.

Gao Jin was already standing in front of him.

Without further hesitation, Lian Haolong slammed his right foot into the ground, his obese body bursting with astonishing speed, and delivered a powerful straight punch toward Gao Jin's face.

The punch was accompanied by the sound of wind breaking through the air; even before the fist arrived, the wind from the punch had already ruffled Gao Jin's hair.

Gao Jin dodged to the side with minimal movement; his upper body swayed slightly as the heavy punch grazed his nose.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his left elbow horizontally and slammed it hard into Lian Haolong's right cheek.

Bang!

Lian Haolong couldn't dodge in time and was hit hard by the elbow. He staggered back several steps, and his right cheek visibly swelled up.

He shook his head, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Good lad, you're surprisingly fast!"

Gao Jin slowly untied his tie, carefully folded it, and put it into his jacket pocket.

A disdainful smile appeared on his lips as he extended a finger and beckoned to Lian Haolong.

"Come on, let's continue."

"You're asking for it!"

Being humiliated like this by a junior completely ignited Lian Haolong's anger.

He roared and charged forward again, throwing out both fists and unleashing his signature move, the Gongzi Fuhu Fist.

This set of boxing techniques was learned by Lian Haolong from an old master in the South China Sea when he was young. It emphasizes fierceness and domineering power, using strength to overcome skill.

Combined with his natural strength and thick skin, his movements did indeed possess a certain imposing power, like subduing tigers and dragons.

His fists pounded out like hammers, each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound as it cut through the air, making the air crackle and pop.

Bang bang bang!

Gao Jin remained calm and composed, forming claws with both hands and employing a grappling technique.

His movements were elusive, weaving freely through Lian Haolong's fist shadows, sometimes turning to the side, sometimes leaning back, sometimes crouching low, each movement perfectly avoiding the opponent's attacks.

His grappling techniques target Lian Haolong's joints and wrists. Every time Lian Haolong throws a punch, he uses a gentle pull to deflect the force while leaving a few finger marks on his opponent's arm.

He fought with ease and comfort, deflecting Lian Haolong's attacks while also making sarcastic remarks.

"Lian Haolong, are you a woman?"

"Your punches are so weak, you've been using all your strength on your little wench?"

Gao Jin dodged a swinging punch to the side, a mocking smile on his face.

"Oh, I remember now, your barren hen doesn't have that kind of luck. Only a mistress can enjoy your three-inch nail, right?"

"Hahaha!"

Gao Jin's words were both venomous and malicious, and even Xin Yi, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He muttered to himself, "Gao Jin wasn't like this before. Ever since he followed Lin Bei, his mouth has become more and more sarcastic."

Lian Haolong was so angry at these words that he was furious, and his fat face turned as red as a pig's liver.

He let out a strange cry, his eyes bulging with bloodshot veins, and he swung his fists even more frantically.

This time, he not only used the Gongzi Fuhu Fist, but also the Tiger and Crane Double Form, with his left hand like a tiger's claw and his right hand like a crane's beak, one hard and one soft, attacking from above and below.

The tiger's claws reached for Gao Jin's throat, while the crane's beak pecked at his eyes; both attacks came simultaneously, fierce and ruthless.

Gao Jin's eyes sharpened, and he finally put away his contemptuous attitude.

He extended both palms simultaneously, drawing an arc in front of him, and used the starting stance of Baguazhang.

As the tiger's claws attacked, he flipped and deflected the force with his left palm.

As the crane's beak pecked at him, he slashed horizontally with his right palm, striking Lian Haolong's wrist and deflecting his attack.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Jin spun around like a top, circled around to Lian Haolong's side, and swung out his right palm.

Snapped!

A crisp slap landed on Lian Haolong's face.

The slap wasn't hard, but it was extremely loud and incredibly humiliating.

Before Lian Haolong could react, Gao Jin turned around again and swung his left palm out in a backhand motion.

Snapped!

Another slap.

clap clap clap!

Gao Jin moved like a ghost, darting around Lian Haolong. He used Baguazhang combined with the You Shen Bu technique, and whenever he had the chance, he would slap Lian Haolong across the face.

After several rounds, even Haolong's already round and chubby face was swollen beyond recognition, with bruises and purple marks, and his eyes were almost squeezed into slits by his swollen eyelids.

"puff!"

Shinichi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He had seen many fighting styles, but he had never seen anyone slap someone while hitting them like Gao Jin did.

This is no longer a martial arts competition; it's clearly just walking a dog.

When the loyal and righteous underlings saw their leader being so thoroughly humiliated, their morale plummeted.

The lines that had been barely holding off the Hung Hing offensive began to falter.

Chen Bingwen seized the opportunity, brandishing his twin swords and slashing down three loyal and righteous henchmen in quick succession.

Blood splattered all over his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. He threw his head back and roared.

"You bastards, your boss is practically beaten to a pulp, are you still going to keep hitting him?"

As soon as he shouted, the loyal and trustworthy underlings all turned to look at Lian Haolong.

When they finally saw their leader's unrecognizable face, their last bit of fighting spirit vanished.