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His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a hoarse roar as he unleashed a powerful and sweeping Tongbei Fist attack on Lin Bei.

His arms seemed boneless, swinging, chopping, shaking, flicking, and striking with an attack as fierce as a storm!

"Well done!"

Lin Bei's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure moving like a ghost as he directly closed in on Luo Tianhong's fist barrier!

Close-quarters combat, explosive power delivered in an instant!

He swung his right arm horizontally, his elbow like a spear, aiming a powerful elbow strike at Luo Tianhong's heart!

"Pfft!"

That was the crisp sound of ribs breaking, mixed with the muffled sound of internal organs being violently squeezed.

Luo Tianhong's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he was sent flying off the stage as if he had been hit by a speeding truck. He crashed heavily into the railing of the audience and immediately lost consciousness, sliding to the ground like a dead dog.

"Clap clap clap clap clap!"

The entire audience erupted in thunderous applause.

That was absolutely fantastic! It truly deserves to be the grand finale of the evening!

The epic duel between two martial arts masters was a feast for the eyes of everyone present.

Whether it was Lin Bei's fluid Bajiquan or Luo Tianhong's powerful Tongbeiquan, both demonstrated extremely high martial arts skills.

However, quite a few people still lost everything tonight, even their underwear.

For example, the faces of Boss B and his group were paler than if they had been plastered with eighteen layers of plaster.

Big Brother B's hand, holding the betting ticket, trembled violently. The words "Luo Tianhong wins" on the ticket seemed to mock his foolishness.

Meanwhile, Chiang Tin-sang, the leader of the Hung Hing Society, looked gloomy, his face so black it looked like ink could be squeezed out.

That's right, he also bet two million on Luo Tianhong to win.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Lin Bei; aside from his lingering resentment towards Lin Bei, the disobedient "white paper fan," he also acknowledged Luo Tianhong's abilities.

After all, Luo Tianhong has been famous for a long time and has a remarkable record. He can be said to be among the top five in the Hong Kong street thug circle.

But now, not only has the two million gone down the drain, but he has also lost face in public.

"Hahaha!"

"I've already said, those who don't help their fellow disciples will never accumulate wealth!"

Brother Ji's arrogant laughter rang out unrestrainedly, making Boss B and Jiang Tiansheng's faces turn green.

Fatty Li slapped his thigh in a pretentious manner.

"Oh dear, it's all my fault for rushing out tonight and only bringing 300,000 with me."

"Otherwise, I would definitely buy it for a million; that's enough for half a year's income!"

The crown prince also joined in the commotion, deliberately showing off in front of Boss B.

"Tsk tsk tsk, odds of 1 to 3! I bet 200,000 and made a net profit of 400,000!"

"This money is too easy to make!"

As he spoke, he waved the check in his hand, which made Boss B tremble with anger and grind his teeth.

Han Bin tried to smooth things over with a smile, but he couldn't hide his smugness.

"Alright, alright, the three of us brothers made the most money tonight."

"Everyone, come to Kwai Tsing for drinks, it's my treat tonight!"

He shouted loudly, completely ignoring the murderous glares from Boss B and Chan Ho-nam.

Just then, Lin Bei strode over with a group of his underlings who had just withdrawn the money.

The group was large and imposing. Sha Qiang and Huo Baoming each carried two heavy suitcases, their smiles as bright as if they had won the lottery.

Lin Bei walked at the front, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, a faint smile playing on his lips, and spoke loudly.

"If anyone's going to treat, it'll be me!"

"No one is allowed to take it from me tonight!"

His gaze swept over Brother Ji, Fatty Li, and Han Bin, then turned to Boss B and Jiang Tiansheng, whose faces were ashen, and his smile grew even brighter.

"Mr. Jiang, it's rare to have so many people here tonight."

"Would you do me the honor of checking out our new attractions on Portland Street?"

A stiff smile appeared on Jiang Tiansheng's face.

"Abei, you young people can go have fun."

"Oh, by the way, I have plans to meet someone tonight. I'll come over to your place to support them next time."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Lin Bei to speak again, and turned to leave with Fang Ting.

Lin Bei rubbed his chin, his gaze falling on Fang Ting's curvaceous figure, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Since Mr. Jiang doesn't have time, then forget it."

"We'll play by ourselves."

He turned around and waved to Han Bin and the others.

"Everyone! Tonight, drinks, late-night snacks, and a massage—it's all mine!"

"oh!!!"

The crowd immediately cheered.

Just as the group was about to leave, Lin Bei noticed that Boss B and his gang were still standing to the side, staring at them with furious eyes.

He slapped his forehead and burst into laughter.

"How could we forget about Brother B?"

Lin Bei reached out and took six large gold bulls from Ai Lian.

"Brother B, I'm sorry, but my place is too small to accommodate someone as big as you."

He handed over the money with a smile, his tone nonchalant.

"We're all brothers from the same sect, so tonight I made a little bit of money."

"Hey, this is a small token of my appreciation, brother."

"You've lost so much, take this six thousand yuan and buy yourself a late-night snack, maybe some chicken, and go to bed early tonight!"

He shoved six large gold bulls into Boss B's hand, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned and walked away without looking back.

Behind him, Boss B and Chan Ho-nam and his men were glaring at him with murderous intent.

After Lin Bei and his group had completely gone far away, Chen Haonan asked in a low voice with a grim expression.

"Brother B, what do we do now?"

Upon hearing this, Boss B felt a surge of anger rising to his head.

He slipped the six thousand yuan into his pocket without a sound, and coldly uttered a remark.

"Back to Causeway Bay, for instant noodles!"

Chan Ho-nam and Chicken and the others looked at each other, each seeing a deep sense of helplessness in the other's eyes.

……

Thirty minutes later, Lin Bei had Thirteen Sister book a luxury private room at his own nightclub and invited more than twenty glamorous women to accompany the Crown Prince and his gang.

He then took the money home with Ailian.

After all, carrying tens of millions of dollars in cash around the streets is quite troublesome.

When the two of them returned to the nightclub, Sha Qiang was already back.

"Brother Bei, Gao Jin is settled in."

"The doctor said he only suffered superficial injuries, mainly due to prolonged lack of sleep and food, which caused a significant drop in his bodily functions. He needs to rest and recuperate for a few days."

Lin Bei nodded slightly and patted Sha Qiang on the shoulder with a smile.

"You've all made enough tonight, so the boss won't be giving you any extra rewards."

"Let's go into the private room and have some fun. It's all on me tonight."

Sha Qiang and the group of thugs who went out with him tonight nodded excitedly.

That's the best thing about hanging out with Lin Bei: everything from meals and drinks to women is top-notch.

Meanwhile, Gao Jin, lying on the clinic bed, stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Who exactly is this Lin Bei?"

Why is he so good to me?