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

"You have good character; it wasn't for nothing that I saved you."

He said something in a low voice, then suddenly took a deep breath.

Chen Luojun could see clearly that the limping man only slightly turned his body, just avoiding his trajectory as he rushed towards him.

Then, just as he brushed past him, the man moved.

So fast!

That's ridiculously fast!

Feng Yuxiu was like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly bursting out with astonishing speed.

His body shot out almost skimming the ground, his right leg lashing out like an iron whip, whistling through the air, and accurately kicking the leading gangster in the chest.

Chen Luojun only heard a muffled thud behind him, followed by a scream.

He instinctively looked back and saw that the pursuer who had charged the fiercest, a strong man who was at least 1.7 meters tall, was flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground four or five meters away, tumbling twice before coming to a stop.

Holy crap!

Chen Luojun slammed on the brakes and froze on the spot.

What's going on?

The limping pedestrian I almost bumped into just now actually kicked him away?

Before he could react, Feng Yuxiu had already rushed into the crowd.

He stepped on the ground with his left foot, twisted his body with the force, and spun like a top into the middle of the gang of thugs.

With hands forming palms and feet moving downwards, he unleashed the Baguaquan style.

This set of boxing techniques looks light and weak, but only those who have actually taken a blow from it know that the seemingly soft palm technique contains a powerful force capable of shattering internal organs.

Feng Yuxiu's movements were fluid and seamless, without pausing for a moment.

He weaved among the dozen or so people like a slippery fish, and no matter how they grabbed or hit him, they couldn't touch even a corner of his clothes.

He didn't hit hard.

At least in his opinion, it wasn't heavy.

These people had no grudge against him, so there was no need to kill them.

Even when he holds back his strength, no one can withstand a single move from him.

A gangster lunged at him from the side, but Feng Yuxiu didn't even turn his head. He slapped the gangster on the neck with his backhand.

The man groaned and collapsed limply to the ground.

Another person attacked from behind, but Feng Yuxiu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he slightly shifted his body to the side, causing the opponent's fist to graz his ear and miss.

He then pulled the man along, causing him to lose his balance and stumble forward, hitting his head on a fire hydrant by the roadside and losing consciousness on the spot.

Bang bang bang!

Within seconds, a group of people were lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs and necks, their cries of pain echoing throughout the area.

Chen Luojun watched in stunned silence, his mouth agape for a long time.

Is this guy even human?

From the moment the shot was taken to the moment it was finished, it took less than eight seconds in total.

More than a dozen people were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

But he didn't even breathe.

Feng Yuxiu patted non-existent dust off his hands and turned to look at Chen Luojun.

"Kid, this is none of your business. Get out of here."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Chen Luojun then came to his senses and quickly took two steps to catch up.

"Thank you so much, sir. I..."

"Stop right there!"

A furious shout came from the street corner, interrupting him.

Tiger arrived quickly with two bodyguards.

He saw from afar that the men he had brought were lying haphazardly on the ground, and his face immediately turned bright red.

As he took a few steps closer and his gaze fell on his underlings rolling on the ground, the veins on his temples throbbed.

"You cripple, where are you from?"

"You hit one of my men, Tiger, and you think you can just leave?"

Tiger pointed at Feng Yuxiu, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

Feng Yuxiu stopped and slowly turned around, looking at Tiger Lord with a calm expression.

"When you see injustice on the road, draw your sword to help."

"In broad daylight, a dozen or so fierce-looking burly men chased someone all over the street."

"I don't care what grudges you have, bullying people under my nose is unacceptable."

"If you're not convinced, come and try it yourself."

"Stop your whining."

These words infuriated Tiger to the point of rage.

He had been in the Yau Ma Tei Temple Street business for decades, managing hundreds of men. The name "Jia Shi Tang" was a well-known and prestigious name in the area.

Now he's been slapped in the face in the street by a lame guy. If word gets out, how will he ever be able to show his face in Temple Street again?

"How dare you!"

Do you know who I am?

"I'm the boss of Temple Street in Yau Ma Tei, and the owner of the Jia Shi Tang!"

Tiger straightened his back and announced his name.

He hoped that the guy in front of him would show even the slightest hint of fear.

To his disappointment, Feng Yuxiu merely tilted his head slightly, a hint of confusion appearing on his face.

"The person in charge of Temple Street?"

"Isn't Bing-man in charge here in Yau Ma Tei?"

"When did it become Jia Shi Tang's turn?"

Tiger's heart skipped a beat.

Bingwen?

Could it be Chan Ping-man, the leader of the Hung Hing Yau Ma Tei branch?

He never expected that the cripple in front of him would know that evil god.

That's the newly appointed leader of Hung Hing in Yau Ma Tei. He's been making waves for the past two months, and he has quite a few capable brothers under his command.

If the person in front of you is Chen Bingwen's friend, then today's situation is getting a bit tricky.

Tiger Lord toned down some of his previous arrogance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a deep voice:

"What is your relationship with Chan Ping-man?"

"Are you also a member of Hung Hing?"

Hung Hing?

When Chen Luojun heard Tiger say those two words, his eyes lit up immediately.

He looked at Feng Yuxiu's back, feeling both surprised and delighted.

Having just become a disciple of Lin Bei, I can technically be considered a member of the Hung Hing Society.

If this expert is also a member of Hung Hing, then he's one of us!

But before he could finish being happy, Feng Yuxiu shook his head slightly and spread his hands.

"I am not a member of Hung Hing."

Tiger visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as his expression softened and Chen Luojun's expression showed a hint of disappointment, Feng Yuxiu's next words stunned both of them.

"But all the members of Hung Hing must respectfully call me Master Fung when they see me."

"Because I am their head instructor and also the head of the Hung Hing Martial Arts School."

"What?!"

Tiger's one eye widened in disbelief, almost thinking he had misheard.

Chief Instructor of Hung Hing?

The legendary Feng Yuxiu who trained a group of gangsters into top-notch henchmen?

Gurgle.

He instinctively took a step back, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He had certainly heard of Feng Yuxiu's reputation.

I've not just heard of it, it's absolutely legendary.

Despite his short time in the industry, his reputation in Hong Kong's martial arts circles and underworld has already surpassed that of veterans who have been in the business for many years.

Even Su Long, the arrogant head coach of the New Records, had to tuck his tail between his legs in front of Feng Yuxiu, and wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

The most capable young leaders of Hung Hing today—Fiery Ming of Mong Kok, Chan Ping-man of Yau Ma Tei, Ah Wah of Tsim Sha Tsui, Big Head of Kwun Tong, and Little Tyrant of Sai Kung—are all nominally disciples of Fung Yu-sau.

These five men have been virtually invincible in their respective territories for the past few months, all thanks to the genuine skills taught to them by Feng Yuxiu.

Not to mention Ko Chun, the newly appointed leader of Causeway Bay.

That's Hung Hing's Double Flower Red Pole, the number one gold medal thug!

His reputation in the underworld was even greater than that of some second-rate gang leaders, and he and Feng Yuxiu were like brothers.

Such a terrifying being is someone I simply cannot afford to offend.