Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Although He Daqing is a fat man, he is actually very agile and not clumsy at all.

He has mastered Wing Chun to perfection and can use it with ease.

With just a little resistance, the movements become as light, flexible and unpredictable as a butterfly flying through flowers.

Some people may think that Wing Chun is a sissy style of martial arts, but this statement depends entirely on the user.

When those majestic and powerful sweeps, chops and smashes landed violently on He Daqing's defensive arms, the impact sounds were loud and powerful. How could there be a trace of sissy in them?

He Daqing had not encountered such a powerful opponent for a long time, especially a master like Ah Gui who was proficient in leg techniques, which made him very excited.

The reason why he had not launched a counterattack yet was that he wanted to observe first to see how strong this Ah Gui was and whether he had any unique skills.

Ah Gui kept kicking and kicking, throwing out hundreds of kicks in one breath.

At this moment, he was sweating profusely, his whole body was wet, and he was panting like a cow, as if he had asthma.

However, looking at He Daqing again, only a little sweat could be seen on his forehead.

Ah Gui was a little autistic. The defense of the fat man in front of him was like an indestructible rock. He had no way to move.

I felt a burning sensation in my legs. If I kept kicking like this, I wouldn't be able to kick that fat guy and my legs would be broken.

Ah Gui shouted with deep resentment:

"Fatty, stop blocking me.

Fight back, hit me back! "

"Okay, I'll hit you now!"

After He Daqing finished speaking, he threw a simple "日" punch directly at Ah Gui.

The punch, which looked slow, made a sound of breaking through the air.

Ah Gui secretly exclaimed, it’s just in time.

It's such a straight punch, all I need to do is block it.

After that, you can give the fat guy a knee strike, which will burst his testicles and make him lose all his eggs.

A rare smile appeared on Ah Gui's face, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Suddenly, Ah Gui's smile disappeared, replaced by a look of horror.

Where his hands were crossed to block, a huge force came, which was impossible to resist.

The huge force went along Ah Gui's arm and hit Ah Gui's heart heavily.

Ah Gui groaned and was knocked flying.

He flew five or six meters away, rolled on the ground for more than ten times, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted completely.

He Daqing shrugged and spread out his hands indifferently.

“I just punched him and he flew out.

Old man, are you trying to blackmail me for medicine money?"

The old men were speechless; they could never have imagined that this would be the result.

Ah Gui is already the best fighter, and there is another one with a double-flowered red stick who is as good as Ah Gui.

But in this situation, what's the point of calling him over?

The crow looked at the old men's expressions as if their father had died and laughed wildly.

“Double-flowered red stick?

Double flower red stick!

That's it? That's it?

Like a dead dog, if he can't win, he just lies on the ground and pretends to be dead.

Old man, we will handle the affairs of Yau Ma Tei ourselves.

You guys, go back to where you came from.

Don't get in the way here, or if you piss off our Brother Niu, he can beat the shit out of you with just one punch.

Ha ha! "

The old men looked at each other for a while, sighed, and nodded slightly.

The original intention was to give Crow a warning and teach him the rules of doing things.

Now it seems that this crow boy has become powerful and cannot be suppressed at all.

But they still had to make the purpose of their visit clear to Crow.

An old man stood up and said:

"Crow, please stop talking.

This time, our purpose of coming here is not to make things difficult for you.

The boss of Yau Ma Tei, Sang Biao, has passed away. It has been a commotion recently and has affected our business.

So, we, a few old guys, want to have a talk with you."

Brother Crow showed his buck teeth and smiled contemptuously.

"Huh, you guys just want to talk?

Just hit me when I say hit me?

Then wouldn’t I be very embarrassed?

Will I, the crow, still have any shame in the future?

I don’t want to hang out in the society anymore.”

He Daqing patted Brother Crow on the shoulder.

"Brother Crow, can we talk?"

Brother Crow had just spread out his hands arrogantly, feeling great about showing off, when He Daqing suddenly said that and almost hurt his waist.

Damn, this little guy is unreliable.

Didn’t you ask me to be a little more aggressive?

Now you're asking me to be a coward again.

Although he thought so, Brother Crow really didn't dare to resist He Daqing.

The guy with the double-flowered red stick named Ah Gui is still lying on the ground cooling off. If Brother Xiao Niu punches him, won’t he be beaten to shit?

The crow nodded and said to the old men:

“Since the Mavericks have said, let’s talk about it, then let’s talk about it.

I'll give Brother Xiaoniu some face.

Old man, whatever you want to talk about, just draw a path..."

In a teahouse, several old men and Brother Crow sat down one after another.

"Crow, Yau Ma Tei needs a leader, and we can recognize your position.

But there is a prerequisite, our business cannot suffer any losses.

Besides, you can’t touch places outside of Yau Ma Tei.”

As the old man spoke, he reached out and took the basket of barbecued pork buns in front of Brother Crow and brought it to himself.

Brother Crow was actually quite satisfied with the distribution among the old men.

Now half of Yau Ma Tei has not been taken over.

With the guarantees of these old men, the thugs from those places would have to come to him with just a word.

Out of respect for Brother Xiaoniu, Brother Crow looked at He Daqing.

He Daqing shook his head slightly, reached out and took the basket of barbecued pork buns in front of the old man, brought it back to Brother Crow, and said:

“Uncles, this barbecued pork bun is sticky and difficult to digest, so let the young people eat it.

Our Brother Crow has always liked to eat barbecued pork buns, you won’t refuse to give me this honor, right?”

Another old man spoke:

"It's understandable that young people have big appetites, but if their appetite is too big, it's easy to eat too much and die."

He Daqing laughed.

"It's better to die of fullness than of hunger!

You uncles are all wealthy and powerful, but you don't even give us young people a full meal. Don't you think it's a bit too much?"

Another old man slammed the table.

"Xiao Maverick, you think you are very good at fighting, right?

No matter how good you are at fighting, can you be faster than a bullet?

I advise you to be more sensible..."

He Daqing also slammed the table.

"Old man, if you don't follow the rules, I'm happy to accompany you!

Anyway, I am a bachelor, unlike you, an old man, who has a family of dozens of people. "

"You, what do you want?"

“We just want to take our share, Yau Ma Tei and the Yau Ma Tei freight terminal, which should be under our control.

The Tsim Sha Tsui Ferry Terminal is also under the jurisdiction of our Brother Crow."

He Daqing's words immediately offended all the old men.

The old men shouted:

“Maverick, Crow, are you crazy?

The conditions you proposed are impossible, absolutely impossible, there is no room for negotiation."

The crow suddenly stood up, showing his buck teeth and gave a ghostly smile.

“Nothing to talk about?

Then don’t talk about it!”

After saying that, he grabbed the edge of the table and lifted it up with force.

Pots and pans clanged and broke into pieces, and soup spilled all over the old men.

He Daqing was stunned. How could Brother Crow be so brave?

Do you dare to overturn the table when facing the leaders of several major Hong Kong gangs?