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

Wang Jiu stood in front of the big boss, looking down at the fat face he had hated for sixteen years, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

He made a sword gesture with his right hand, his fingers slashing down through the air, aiming straight for the boss's throat.

"Die!"

The boss's eyes widened suddenly in that instant.

At the critical moment of life and death, the boss, who was half-dead, suddenly unleashed his last bit of strength.

His obese body sprang up like a spring, and he threw out both fists, unleashing a powerful "Double Dragons Emerging from the Sea" strike aimed at Wang Jiu's face.

This attack exhausted his last bit of strength, and its speed was so fast that even Wang Jiu hadn't expected it.

Clang!

Whoosh!

Wang Jiu's sunglasses shattered from the punch, and shards of glass grazed his cheek, leaving several bloody marks.

He was thrown backward by the force and staggered back several steps.

But his finger still poked the boss's Adam's apple.

In that instant, the boss's Adam's apple visibly caved in, and then blood gushed out from the finger hole.

The boss clutched his throat tightly with both hands, blood gushing out from between his fingers no matter how hard he tried to stop it.

"Cough cough cough!"

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only let out a hoarse sound.

He took a few steps forward, his obese body swaying violently, and finally collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The big boss lying on the ground wasn't quite dead yet.

With his last ounce of strength, he struggled to crawl forward on the ground, his fingers digging bloody lines into the bluestone. He crawled two meters before finally coming to a stop.

Blood spread from beneath him, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

The big boss is dead.

He died from suffocation and excessive blood loss.

Wang Jiu steadied himself and looked closely. The moment he confirmed that the big boss was really dead, an indescribable ecstasy appeared on his face.

died.

The old dog that had oppressed him for sixteen years finally died.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Jiu threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter carrying a sense of liberation and a hint of hysterical madness.

He opened his arms as if to embrace the entire night sky.

"You fat pig, you're finally dead! Finally..."

His laughter stopped abruptly.

A pair of iron fists slammed into his lower back at the same time.

Bang!

Wang Jiu felt a numbness in both kidneys, followed by excruciating pain that spread from his lower back throughout his entire body.

He was airborne again, spun twice in the air, and then crashed heavily to the ground.

Tornado slowly withdrew his fists, exhaled a breath of stale air, and spoke in a low, cold voice.

"Your weak point has been breached. Now let's see if you survive!"

Bang!

Wang Jiu crashed heavily onto the iron railing on the side of the street, his entire body bent at an odd angle, before slumping to the ground.

He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his clothes red.

"Cough...cough..."

"I was careless..."

He struggled to sit up, but found that he had no strength at all below the waist.

Just now, while his weakness was broken by the boss's dying blow, he also successfully killed the boss.

In his overconfidence, he forgot to reactivate his hard qigong, and as a result, the tornado seized this critical moment and struck his kidneys with both fists.

Having suffered two such heavy punches after his hard qigong was broken, his kidneys were severely damaged, his dantian qi sea was also shattered, and he was in a semi-crippled state, unable to get up again.

He leaned against the railing, looking at the boss's corpse, then at the tornado, and suddenly grinned.

"Hehe... at least... I took that old dog with me... not a bad deal..."

......

Lian Haolong and Gao Jin witnessed the battle unfolding here, and their reactions were completely different.

Gao Jin's smile deepened.

The situation is now clear: the big boss is dead, Wang Jiu is half-crippled, and the only one left on the other side who can fight is Lian Haolong.

On his side, besides himself, there was also Tornado, who was half-crippled but still able to fight, as well as Chen Bingwen, who had gone berserk, and the Four Young Masters of the Walled City.

With seven against one, the advantage lies with us.

Lian Haolong's expression was extremely grim.

The two idiots, the big boss and Wang Jiu, fought amongst themselves at this critical moment and fell one after another.

The enemy now consists of Gao Jin, Long Juanfeng, Chen Bingwen, and the Four Young Masters of the Walled City. If the fight continues, I will surely die once they surround me.

He glanced at the battlefield on the other side and his heart sank.

Chen Bingwen has gone mad with killing.

Wielding two swords, he fought his way in and out of the loyal and righteous henchmen as if they were nothing.

His machete was already chipped, so he simply threw one away, picked up a new one from the ground, and continued chopping.

The loyal and righteous underlings were so intimidated by his imposing presence that they retreated repeatedly, not daring to face his knife head-on.

In less than twenty minutes, most of Zhongxinyi's two hundred henchmen had fallen, and the rest were all wounded, their will to fight gone, barely holding on.

No.

If this drags on any longer, we're doomed.

We have to go!

Lian Haolong made a decision in an instant.

What face, what status in the underworld, what reputation for loyalty and integrity—none of it matters when it comes to survival.

As long as you can leave alive today, there will always be a chance to get revenge in the future.

Having made up his mind, Lian Haolong immediately changed his fighting style.

He stopped guarding it.

He had reserved some of his strength for defense; he would block Gao Jin's punches and dodge Chen Bingwen's knife strikes.

But now, he has completely abandoned defense, focusing solely on offense and risking his life with every move.

He unleashed the "Gongzi Fuhuquan" (工字伏虎拳) combined with the "Huhe Shuangxing" (虎鹤双形) style, creating a flurry of punches that filled the air with the force of a tiger.

He held nothing back with every punch, aiming straight for Gao Jin's vital points.

This reckless fighting style actually forced Gao Jin back several steps for a moment.

Gao Jin retreated three steps, dodging Lian Haolong's frenzied attack, and the smile on his lips finally disappeared.

He keenly sensed Lian Haolong's intentions.

"Lian Haolong is trying to escape!"

"Come quickly and help me surround him!"

Upon hearing this, Tornado immediately shouted to Shinichi and the other three:

"Surround them!"

Xin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grabbed the butterfly knife, and rushed over.

Twelve Young Master, Chen Luojun, and Four-Zai followed closely behind, the four of them flanking Lian Haolong from the left.

Chen Bingwen slashed down the last loyal and righteous henchman blocking his way with a single blow, then turned and charged at Lian Haolong.

The two machetes in his hands were still dripping blood, and he exuded a murderous aura.

Surrounded on three sides.

Lian Haolong was surrounded from three directions by Gao Jin, Long Juanfeng and others, and Chen Bingwen, and his escape route was almost completely blocked.

He panicked.

"What kind of hero gangs up on me?"

Lian Haolong cursed loudly, his voice filled with desperate anger.

He looked around, then suddenly flicked his toe, lifting a watermelon knife from the ground and placing it steadily in his hand.

Then he suddenly became incredibly powerful.

"Ughhhhh!!!"

Lian Haolong let out a beast-like roar, his fat body suddenly tensed up, and the veins bulged from his neck to his forehead.

He gripped the watermelon knife and charged towards Chen Bingwen like a wild boar out of control.