Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 160

into the night.

Yau Tsim Mong.

A high-end private club.

intersection.

A van pulled up against the side of the road.

"buzz"

The door is open.

A blue-haired man stepped out of the car. When he got off, he swung the Eight-faced Han Sword in his hand and closed the car door behind his back:

"You wait in the car, I'll go."

Done.

He clasped the Eight-faced Han sword on his shoulders with both hands, and walked to the private club in front without looking back.

"..."

Ma Zai in the car watched his leaving back: "Brother Ji, can he do it? Isn't it crazy to go alone?!"

"just wait."

A Ji glanced over there, waved his hands and stopped talking.

in the clubhouse.

In the private room inside, the dim atmosphere with warm lighting gives people a lazy and relaxing feeling.

Ah Hai was lying on the massage chair in his big underpants, and the young girl in a short skirt was helping him press his back.

Don't mention how depressed Ah Hai is at this moment.

This morning.

The new world opened, and I went to step on the field. What was originally a good thing suddenly changed suddenly, and a foreign girl suddenly appeared and slapped me twice.

Even more bizarre.

Liu Sir, who was originally in harmony with him, suddenly turned his back on him, and dragged himself into the police station, where he sat for two full hours before letting him out.

"Damn, what a bad luck!"

Ah Hai frowned and muttered, lying on the massage chair and smoking a cigarette with squinted eyes, this angle just happened to see the little girl with the hips facing him.

"Brother Hai."

The little girl's eyes just met Ah Hai's, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth, her palms were pressed against Ah Hai's back, stroking his muscles:

"Wow, your figure is really good. If only my boyfriend had a figure as good as yours."

talking room.

She raised her hips, deliberately lifted the short skirt that covered her hips, and squeezed her body against Ah Hai's body.

"Fuck off!"

Ah Hai slapped her hand open, exhaled smoke and scolded angrily: "If you want me to massage, just press it well, I'm not interested in you."

He raised his eyelids to look at the ceiling, and took a deep breath of the cigarette: "I just like Guan Xiumei's type, she is full of familiarity."

"Humph"

The little girl snorted coldly, stopped talking, and continued to massage him limply.

The front desk of the clubhouse.

Ah Hai's confidant, Xiao Man, sat in front of the tea table with his legs crossed, picking up the hot kettle to heat the tea, enjoying himself leisurely.

"Brother Man."

Ma Zai poured tea on the side, and said in a flattering tone, "I heard that Brother Hai missed his job today? He was dragged to the police station for tea later?"

"what are you talking about?"

Xiaoman's eyes widened, and he slapped Ma Tsai's face with his backhand, and scolded in an unhappy tone:

"What does it mean to miss? What does it mean to be taken to the police station for tea?!"

"Yes Yes."

Ma Zai grabbed the table to stabilize his staggering body, covered his face with a smile: "Sorry, Brother Man, I said something wrong."

"Don't inquire about what you shouldn't know, and don't say what you shouldn't say!"

Xiaoman waved his hands impatiently, and looked at the other horses standing beside him: "What role is Brother Hai? He easily integrated the territory of loyalty and righteousness, and brought everyone to drink and eat meat, how comfortable it is."

"Just like now, everyone doesn't have to do any work every day. If the venue is here, no one dares to cause trouble. Everyone should know how to be grateful!"

"Brother Man is right!"

Everyone nodded and echoed: "Follow Brother Hai and Brother Man, drink and eat meat!"

"Correct!"

The small area at the entrance of the hall became lively.

Doorway.

"Drink and eat meat?!"

A cold voice sounded from the door, and the tone was full of disdain: "Just like you, you can't even count as a plate, and you still want to drink and eat meat?"

"Eat shit!"

Before the people arrive, the sound arrives.

"Hem home shovel!"

"I'll fuck you!"

Hearing these words, the boys immediately slapped the table and clamored to look at the door.

Doorway.

A figure stepped out of the doorway.

He was wearing a long black windbreaker, with a dark eight-faced Han sword on his shoulders, and a blue three-to-three-quarter haircut that was very eye-catching.

The long bangs drooping in front of the forehead half-covered the eyes, with a toothpick in his mouth, he walked in foolishly.

Behind.

There is no second person.

But even so, the man was so full of aura that he frightened these boys for a short time.

After the man strode into the door, he opened the stool of the tea table and sat down with a big horse. The Eight-faced Han Sword in his hand was thrust into the floor. With his left hand leaning on the hilt, he stared at Xiao Man on the opposite side with burning eyes. .

Behind.

The boys watching the field gathered around one after another, staring at the man sitting on the seat with his back straight.

"Who are you?"

Xiaoman squinted at the blue-haired man, and pushed the teacup onto the tea table with his hands: "What are you doing here!"

His intuition told him that the person in front of him was not an ordinary character, so Xiaoman's words subconsciously restrained himself a little.

"Luo Tianhong!"

Luo Tianhong touched the toothpick in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and the eyes behind the blue bangs looked straight at Xiaoman, and nodded on the tea table:

"What am I doing here?"

"Do you know who owned this place before?!"

"Who covered it?"

Xiaoman looked at Luo Tianhong, who was extremely evil, his eyelids twitched, and he looked at the drawer in front of him.

There is a large black star in the drawer.

"Who?!"

Luo Tianhong snorted coldly, and said coldly: "Loyalty, Luo Tianhong!"

"Ha ha."

Xiaoman sneered, and immediately recalled it, just about to say why the name Luo Tianhong sounds familiar, it turned out to be Zhongxinyi.

He curled his lips: "I've been collecting protection fees here for a month and no one has driven me away. Now this place belongs to me."

"Now, here I am."

Luo Tianhong pressed the hilt of the Han sword with his left hand, and shook his head outward: "Take your people and things, and get out."

"What did you say?!"

Xiaoman raised his voice, slapped the table and stood up: "You repeat it again?!"

Behind.

The boys stepped forward and surrounded them.

"Ah!"

Luo Tianhong raised his head, looked at him expressionlessly, and said every word: "Get out!"

"Hem home shovel!"

Xiao Man cursed angrily, reached out to the drawer under the tea table, and was about to get the big black star in the drawer.

"clang"

The Eight-faced Han sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the friction between the sword body and the scabbard made a slight trembling sound, and it passed through the air at a very fast speed.

"Pfft!"

In the dull sound.

Xiaoman's fingers stretched out to the drawer were cut off directly, and a wound on the neck was about the length of a little finger, and blood was gushing out.

"Ho ho."

Xiaoman's throat moved and he coughed up blood, and he covered his neck with his palms, his body twitched and fell directly to the ground.

Luo Tianhong sat firmly on the seat, as motionless as a mountain.

"Hack him!"

I don't know who yelled, and You Mazai drew out a watermelon knife and slashed at the back of Luo Tianhong who was sitting on the seat.

Luo Tianhong turned his head suddenly, dodging the watermelon knife on one side of his body, and punched Ma Zai's right hand holding the knife with his right hand.

The watermelon knife fell from Ma Zai's hand, Luo Tianhong picked it up in the air, stretched out his hand and grabbed Ma Zai's collar and pushed him down on the tea table.

Just as Ma Zai was about to struggle, the sharp watermelon knife rested on his neck, frightening his body trembling and not daring to move.

"You can't!"

Luo Tianhong didn't even look at Ma Zai lying on the tea table, and reached out to pick up the steaming tea on the tea table and took a sip:
"Tell Ah Hai to rush out!"

Private rooms in the clubhouse.

Ma Zai hurriedly opened the door and rushed in, and threw himself on the ground: "Brother Haihai, it's not good, someone is here to step on the ground!"

"Stepping on the field?!"

Hearing these words, Ah Hai stretched out his hand to push the massage girl away, took off her underpants, picked up the suit next to her, put it on her body, and tidied herself up in front of the mirror:

"Why panic! I'm here!"

tonight.

I happened to be holding back my anger and had no place to vent it. Which blunt thing would dare to sweep the field on my own territory.

"Brother Haihai!"

Ma Zai swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said falteringly: "Brother Manman was beheaded by him!"

"what?!"

Ah Hai's hand that was clasping the belt couldn't help but pause: "Xiaoman was beheaded?!"

"Um"

Ma Zai nodded: "Within one round, he was beheaded to death!"

"Bring the knife!"

When Ah Hai heard that his confidant had been chopped off with a knife, a wave of anger welled up in his heart, and he roared again:
"Bring me my knife!"

moment.

Ah Hai, who was wearing a white shirt, rushed out from the inside with a machete, and saw Luo Tianhong sitting in front of the tea table at a glance.

Next to Luo Tianhong was Xiao Man who had fallen to the ground.

As soon as the other boys saw Ah Hai coming out, they immediately found the backbone, and leaned towards Ah Hai one after another:

"Brother Hai, that's him!"

When Luo Tianhong heard the movement, he turned his head and looked over, glanced at A Hai in the white shirt, with a disdainful expression on his lips.

"Hem home shovel!"

Ah Hai walked towards Luo Tianhong with a machete, the muscular muscles under the white shirt were tense and highlighted: "You fucking dare to sweep my field!"

"Ah!"

Luo Tianhong squinted his eyes, put down the teacup in his hand, took out the watermelon knife in his hand and went straight up, stepping faster gradually.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

The soles of the two people stomped on the floor, making a crisp sound.

soon.

The two approached.

"clang!"

The two drew their knives and slashed at the same time, the blades collided and sparks scattered, and the crisp sound of metal collisions sounded.

After a knife.

"Grass!"

Ah Hai's eyelids twitched violently, and he almost missed the machete in his hand under the slash just now.

"You can not!"

Luo Tianhong gave A Hai a cold look, and pushed the blade with both hands to push A Hai out.

follow closely.

He rushed up with the knife and slashed again.

"Grass!"

Ah Hai looked at the machete that was coming, and hurriedly slashed at him with the knife.

"Clang!"

After two stabs.

Ah Hai only felt numb in his mouth.

Following the third cut, he no longer held the machete in his hand, and dropped it to the ground.

"Puff puff!"

Luo Tianhong's hands were extremely fast, and the watermelon knife in his hand opened and closed left and right, quickly cutting across A Hai's chest.

Ah Hai was pushed backwards with great force, knocking down a table and chair resting in the hall.

Under the white shirt.

A streak of blood red spread rapidly, dyeing the white shirt red.

"Bah!"

With the last knife swung out.

Luo Tianhong slashed on the table next to him with a knife, and the watermelon knife unfolded and embedded deeply into the edge of the table.

The dark red blood slowly flowed down the blade, and dripped down on the carpet, dyeing the carpet dark red.

"Snapped!"

A bloody hand stretched out, slapped the table with a blood-red palm print, and then exerted force.

Ah Hai grabbed the table with his palms, forcibly pulled himself up, and sat down on the stool.

"ho"

His face was covered with blood, his throat made a hoarse voice, and his bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Luo Tianhong in front of him.

chest.

The white shirt was completely torn apart, and the hideous wounds were highlighted, and the rolled up flesh was shockingly bleeding out.

"Grass!"

Ah Hai resisted the pain, roared in a hoarse voice, and then wanted to reach out to straighten the ragged white shirt on his chest.

"Puff."

A muffled sound.

Ah Hai threw himself heavily on the table without moving.

"..."

The surrounding horses stared blankly, looking at the fallen Ah Hai, each of them froze in place with stiff bodies.

"Gudong."

Ma Zai swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at the blue-haired man standing in the hall with fear in his eyes.

Brother Man in their eyes was slashed to the ground.

And Hai Ge, who usually led them to grab territory and was extremely brave, only resisted three times in Luo Tianhong's hands, and then he was thrown into the street in an instant like cutting vegetables and melons.

This Luo Tianhong.
"Run!"

in the crowd.

I don't know who shouted.

follow closely.

Many horse boys turned their heads and ran, rushing towards the door in a hurry, afraid that Luo Tianhong would stop them when they ran behind.

After witnessing Luo Tianhong's skill with their own eyes, these people all had a great psychological shadow, and there was a psychological emergency fear in their hearts that they would never be a bad boy again.

Luo Tianhong.

The real bad boy persuades the master to quit.

"Humph!"

Luo Tianhong snorted coldly, and did not try to stop the fleeing boys, turned back to the tea table, took a sip of the cool tea, picked up the Eight-faced Han Sword leaning on the tea table, and glanced at the bar .

behind the bar.

The young receptionist in the clubhouse was hiding behind the bar and trembling: "Brother Tianhong, please let me go, I have no choice but to continue working here."

"Dong dong."

Luo Tianhong glanced at the front desk where he used to cover the field, and didn't blame her. He tapped on the table with four fingers slightly bent, and said expressionlessly:
"Call the white car!"

Done.

He strode out, came to the van parked by the side of the road, opened the door and sat in, said lightly:

"Drive, go to the next venue!"

"drive."

A Ji glanced at Luo Tianhong in the rearview mirror, greeted him, and the van drove away from the scene.

tonight.

The territory was once again in turmoil.

Those sites that originally belonged to Zhongxinyi returned to Luo Tianhong's hands after a brief change of hands.

Luo Tianhong swept the entire site by himself, and after taking down three sites in a row, when they went to the fifth site, it was already empty.

inside them.

Luo Tianhong, the former loyal and loyal speaker who returned to Ji Bu, made a comeback, and the news of regaining the territory spread in a short time.

They had heard about the fact that the people in the first four venues were chopped up vegetables and melons, and they ran away one by one.

one night.

Luo Tianhong was nicknamed a Vegetable Cutter in the circle.

Everyone knows that Luo Tianhong has now become Ji Bu's Red Flower Double Sticks, and many people have directly given him the title of .

"Boss."

A Ji called Ji Bu: "It's done."

"Ah."

Ji Bu nodded, and said lightly, "I see."

hang up the phone.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the neon lights outside the window, and muttered to himself: "Han Chen, oh Han Chen."

"Next, how do you want to play?!"

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(End of this chapter)