Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

Chapter 484 132: Oil Squeeze
This knife was sinister and vicious. Qiu Heseng blocked it with the knife, and then kicked Longwu's calf.

The fists do not reach the elbows, the legs do not reach the knees. Real warriors are very taboo about the fighting styles in movies.

Knife to knife, leg to leg, there is nothing to say.

The rules in the arena of life and death are very simple, which is to compare who can be beaten more, whose fist is hard enough, and whose basic skills are more solid.

With this kick to the calf, Qiu Heseng felt like kicking a stone, and there was a creaking sound on the sole of the foot.

Long Wu remained calm, completely ignoring Guan Qiu and Seng's attack, but took the knife in his backhand and stabbed at this guy non-stop.

This is the sword fighting technique of the SEALs. There is no thunderous move name, just a few very simple moves, suitable for soldiers who have become monks halfway through training.

Don't underestimate these simple moves, which are summed up by the US military looking for sword fighting masters. They are very efficient and can kill the enemy with one blow.

With such a steady and ruthless knife technique, wounds appeared on Qiu Heseng's body very quickly, including wounds like a baby's mouth on his chest, lower abdomen, and arms.

"Heitantou, you are so ruthless!"

"If you are two inches down, cleanse me. Now I don't need the high-end job of eunuch!"

Looking at the knife wound on his body, Qiu Heseng gasped, but there was still a strange yin and yang in his mouth.

The military uniform on Longwu's body also had several openings, which were left by Qiu Heseng.

But it can be seen that this guy is not strong enough, he can only cut his clothes with the sharpness of the blade.

"Young man, it's useless to play tricks. The kick just now didn't have any strength at all. Is it just to tickle me?"

Long Wu, who is used to being silent, rarely cooperates with Qiu Heseng, and has a verbal fight with this guy.

But the chatter was short-lived, and both of them used this short free time to recover their strength.

The soldier king who came out of the Annan rainforest met the young master of the Kanto underworld, and in this abandoned factory, their duel began.

Tonight, only one of them can walk out alive.

The peace lasted less than a minute, and the two rushed together again, their blades pressing on each other's vital parts, wanting to kill each other with one blow.

The two daggers were fighting non-stop, using all their strength.

In this bloody fight, Long Wu was still superior, and stabbed the dagger into Qiu Heseng's stomach, ending the contest that used life as a bet.

Qiu Heseng's hand firmly grasped and inserted, completely ignoring that his tendons were cut by the sharp blade, and wanted to pull the dagger out of his stomach.

But in this useless move, the joints were stuck on the blade, and no strength was used. Blood gushed out from the wound of the dagger, and life flowed out of the body along with the blood.

Long Wu squatted down, stepped on Qiu Heseng's stomach with his feet, and pulled out the dagger with one stroke, regardless of the hand on the blade.

He pulled out the dagger, but he didn't put it back into the scabbard. Instead, he walked to Qiu Heseng's feet, accurately located the hamstring, and cut it open.

The left foot, the right foot, the left hand, the right hand, and the limbs have no nerve connection at all.

Even so, Long Wu did not let the unlucky child go. He glanced at Long Wu's knee and stepped on it vigorously.

"what"

"what"

Qiu Heseng wailed in pain.

The cure for pain is another pain.

Long Wu looked at Qiu Heseng who was howling ghosts and howling wolves, without making any sound, just wiped the blood from the dagger on the military uniform, and left without looking back, completely ignoring the spoils behind him.

There were many people standing outside the door, wearing raincoats and holding strong flashlights in their hands. When they saw someone coming out, they shone the light on them.

"People are inside, it's yours."

"You need to move faster, otherwise you can only be sent to the morgue."

Long Wu glanced at his brothers, took the raincoat they handed over, put it on his body, and said to the Guo family.

The Guo family nodded, and several people walked into the dilapidated factory. Their task was very heavy. This kid had hundreds of millions of funds on him, so he had to ask them out to replenish blood for the Guo family.

It took an hour for the news of Qiu Heseng's arrest to be reported to Lin Huaile by the drenched Long Wu.

"Boss, it's all settled, the Guo family took him away!"

After Long Wu finished speaking, he put Qiu Heseng's dagger on the table, indicating that he had completed the task.

Looking at the blood-stained dagger on the table, Lin Huaile reached out to pick it up, looked it up a few times, and said suddenly: "I read a book before, saying that the good knives in Tokyo are all hammered by craftsmen one after another. from."

"I don't know if this one is it?"

"Traditional and modern technology, in different people's mouths, have different winners!".

Long Wu could tell that the boss didn't want to chat with him, he just wanted to talk to himself.

In terms of kung fu, none of the ten bosses can beat him.

But if you talk about your head and make money randomly, you can't keep up with your boss with 1.

"I'm going crazy again. The kitchen has boiled sugar water. Take some home for my sister-in-law to drink. Don't worry her."

Lin Huaile threw the dagger into the trash can. Qiu Heseng was just a small character, and it was over when it was done.

If the Guo family can open their mouths and get their money back, they are lucky. If they fail, then don't blame others, you can only blame yourself for bad luck.

Long Wu nodded, left the study voluntarily, and went to the kitchen to fetch syrup.

The annual salary of the chef at the Lion Pavilion is 10,000+, and the craftsmanship is extremely good. Take the simplest supper syrup as an example, even mid-range restaurants cannot cook such a good taste.

Lin Huaile continued to look through the document, but after reading two lines, he put down his pen, grabbed the phone on the desktop, and dialed a number.

"The matter on this side has been dealt with, and the Kanto side can also act."

"Do it cleanly and don't leave any tails."

"Okay, bye!"

Putting down the microphone, Lin Huaile picked up the file again, and continued to read it. Xiaolan went to play mahjong tonight, and he was the only one at home. The wind and rain were miserable, and he was idle, so it's better to clean up the business.

Xie Lan was crossing her legs and flipping through magazines. One meter in front of her was a mahjong table, and Lizhi was happily rubbing mahjong with a cigarette in her mouth.

Tonight's mahjong game was not Xie Lan's home game, but Li Zhi was afraid that she might not be able to handle it, so she called her precious daughter and gave her a place to play.

Lychee's calculations were not wrong. After seeing Xie Lan, the arrogant material merchants' wives all turned into quails. They only dared to play cards obediently and did not dare to talk nonsense.

Xie Lan is a tycoon in the insurance industry. The warehouses and fleets of these material dealers need to be insured.

Fengrun Insurance has the largest amount of insurance, the most complete range of coverage, and the most rebates.

Most of the Chinese businessmen are insured in Fengrun. If they offend this female tycoon, there is no place to cry!
　Good night everyone, see you tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)