Hong Kong variety show: I wanted to be a lawyer, but I became a big shot.

Someone was the first to throw away the knife in their hand.

Then came the second, and the third.

The defeat began from this moment.

......

Meanwhile, the battle between Wang Jiu and Long Juanfeng also reached a fever pitch.

The two fought for almost ten minutes, and the situation was almost even, with neither able to gain much of an advantage over the other.

But the situation with tornadoes is clearly much worse.

He was finding it increasingly difficult to fight.

He had already fought with the big boss.

Although that fat guy was not as good as him in martial arts, his brute strength and hard qigong were indeed troublesome. Although Tornado won, he also suffered several minor injuries.

My ribs were aching, and the general pain caused by lung cancer was now erupting.

More importantly, he is already over fifty years old.

For those in the martial arts world, this age is when they should retire to the sidelines.

His stamina, speed, and the lethality of his punches are no longer what they used to be.

In his youth, he could take down twenty people in one go without batting an eye; now, he's already panting after taking down just two.

But Wang Jiu is different.

He is only thirty-six years old this year, which is the peak of his physical fitness.

Although he had just fought with Shinichi and the other three and had sustained some injuries, his blood was boiling and his adrenaline was surging as he faced Tornado, the opponent he had longed for. The minor injuries and pains didn't bother him at all.

He became more and more excited as the game progressed.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Jiu let out a maniacal laugh, his sword fingers flashing out like raindrops, so fast that they almost left afterimages.

His Vajra Finger strikes were incredibly powerful, each one carrying terrifying penetrating force, the fingertips piercing the air with a hissing sound.

"Tornado, are you getting old?"

"His fists have no power at all!"

"Come on, come on! Break my defenses!"

"Aren't you supposed to be the number one martial arts expert in Kowloon Walled City?"

"Is that all you've got?"

While shouting, Wang Jiu frantically poked the tornado's vital points with his fingers.

Eyes, throat, heart, dantian—every finger strikes are ruthless and vicious, targeting vital points.

Bang bang bang!

Faced with this fierce and relentless attack, the tornado could only dodge and fight back.

He continuously unleashed swirling gusts of wind from his fists, barely managing to neutralize Wang Jiu's attacks.

But the wall behind him wasn't so lucky. Wang Jiu's fingers poked holes in it one after another, sending shards of stone flying, making it look like it had been riddled with machine gun fire.

boom!

Another finger jabbed into the wall behind the tornado, the fingertip sinking more than three inches into the blue brick.

Wang Jiu withdrew his hand, and fragments of brick dust fell down, leaving a dark finger-shaped hole in the wall.

Taking advantage of the moment he pulled his hand away, Tornado finally found an opening.

He slammed his right foot into the ground, twisted his waist and hips, and poured all the power of his body into his right fist.

As the punch was thrown, the air around the fist spun rapidly, making a whooshing sound.

Bang!

A punch landed squarely on Wang Jiu's abdomen.

The powerful rotational force exploded instantly, sending Wang Jiu flying through the air. He tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The ground shook when it landed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"puff!"

Tornado knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

He used 90% of his strength in that punch, and its power was indeed astonishing, but it also directly aggravated his previous injuries and long-standing ailments.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He felt dizzy and saw stars before his eyes.

"Boss!"

Upon seeing this, Xin shouted and tried to rush over.

Tornado suddenly reached out and stopped him.

He raised his head, blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse yet resolute.

"You guys clean up those small fish first."

"Wang Jiu can't hurt me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud crash resounded.

Wang Jiu kicked a tin trash can, sending it flying through the air before it crashed into a nearby stall with a loud bang.

Wang Jiu got up from the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes shone with a frightening light, like a wounded wild beast, making him even more dangerous.

He pointed fiercely at the tornado, his voice squeezed out through clenched teeth.

"You damned old bastard, you sent me flying with that whirlwind punch, but it didn't even cause any real damage. What's so great about that?"

"Hehehe, I won't hold back this time."

"I'm going to break your bones one by one, so you'll end up like my useless boss, lying in bed waiting to die for the rest of your life!"

These words not only angered Tornado, but also the big boss who was lying on the ground recovering from his injuries.

The boss was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his obese body trembled violently.

He forced his head up and stared intently at Wang Jiu, his eyes filled with a desire to devour him alive.

"Wang Jiu! You traitor!"

"You dare to turn against your master while I'm injured?"

"There will be no place for you on the entire Hong Kong Island!"

"When my men arrive, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiu's smile slowly faded.

He has endured it for so many years.

From the time he was taken in by the big boss at the age of twenty, he had been this fat man's dog.

He bites whoever the big boss tells him to bite, and he can't stand up when the boss tells him to kneel.

When the boss is in a bad mood, he slaps him; when he's in a good mood, he humiliates him in public for his own amusement.

Wang Jiu may be considered a big shot outside, but in front of the big boss, he's not even as good as a dog.

He endured it for sixteen years.

So that one day I can stand up and be a person with dignity.

But now that this fatso is lying half-dead on the ground, he still dares to point at him and curse.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Jiu threw his head back and laughed, his laughter shrill and manic, echoing in the night sky. Even the two groups of people fighting couldn't help but stop and glance at him.

"You fatso, since you still can't tell the difference between the big and small kings, then I'll have no choice but to send you down to sell salted duck eggs!"

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of your money, your territory, and all your women!"

"Hahaha!"

Before the laughter had even faded, he had already started moving.

This time, his speed was unbelievable, like a nimble ape. In just a few leaps, he covered a distance of more than ten meters and appeared directly in front of the boss.

Xin was shocked and, forgetting all about holding the boss hostage, threw out his butterfly knife.

The blade flashed a cold light under the streetlight, aiming straight for Wang Jiu's eyes.

Wang Jiu tilted his head, and the tip of the butterfly knife grazed the corner of his eye, leaving a thin line of blood.

He snorted coldly and, taking advantage of the moment when Shinichi couldn't retract his sword, kicked Shinichi squarely in the chest.

Bang!

Xin was kicked away, his back slamming against a utility pole. He groaned and slid to the ground, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

"Nobuichi!"

With a roar, Tornado stood up despite the excruciating pain in his chest and staggered toward Wang Jiu.

But he was too far away.