Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Liu Xu knew what Tanzai was worried about, so he waved his hand to interrupt him: "I have my reasons for doing this, you just need to follow my instructions."

Tanzi nodded. Although there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes, there was more trust and obedience towards Liu Xu.

He took a deep breath, his expression extremely firm: "Understood, Brother Xu. I'll do it now."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away from the rooftop.

With Tanzi's departure, the rooftop returned to its tranquility, and Liu Xu's gaze returned to the surrounding scenery.

The reason why he pointed out Chen Yaotai's "flour" processing factory and chose to inform Danny Lee about this was, firstly, to repay Danny Lee's "reminder" and secondly, to crack down on pirated vendors.

In Jordan, Ah Hui rushed into Wang Bao's office in a panic, almost stumbling, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Brother Bao, something terrible has happened!"

Wang Bao was leisurely holding a cigar in the smoke. Seeing Ah Hui's panic, he couldn't help but frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice:

"What happened to make you so panicked?"

Ah Hui swallowed hard, as if his throat was strangled by unintentional fear. He spoke quickly with a hint of urgency:

"They are the five great generals of the Ni family. They have gathered a large number of people and are heading towards us in a mighty manner."

Upon hearing this, Wang Bao suddenly stood up, and the cigar in his hand fell to the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

His eyes widened, as if there were flames burning in them, and he roared angrily:

"The Ni family actually dared to take the initiative to stir up disputes. Aren't they afraid that all the societies in Hong Kong Island will join forces to settle the old accounts from four years ago?"

However, despite his anger, Wang Bao quickly regained his composure and realized that now was not the time to dwell on past grudges. The most urgent task was to resist the fierce offensive of the Ni family.

He looked at everyone in the office with a sharp gaze and gave a decisive order:

"Ah Hai, Ah Hui, the two of you go to Sham Shui Po and Sha Tin immediately and bring back Ah Zuo and Lai Gua to reinforce us."

"A-chan, you must immediately gather all the brothers in the territory and follow me to fight against the Ni family."

"They want to reap the benefits, but I, Wang Bao, will let them have a taste of what it's like to lose more than what you gain!"

Following Wang Bao's order, the entire office was instantly filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.

Ah Hui, Ah Hai and Ah Chan rushed out of the office like arrows from a bow, and acted separately, shouting loudly and gathering their men.

For a moment, the streets of Jordan were filled with flashing lights and bustling crowds of people.

Wang Bao's younger brothers gathered from all directions, holding sticks and machetes, with anger and indomitable fighting spirit in their eyes, like a group of warriors about to charge into battle.

Wang Bao stood at the forefront of the crowd. In the night, his figure looked particularly majestic, like an unshakable god of war, exuding inviolable majesty.

Just then, a deafening roar of engines was heard in the distance, and rows of inky black vans came like a tide and parked in an orderly manner at the other end of the street.

The car door burst open, and Han Chen, Guohua, Gandhi, Hei Gui and Wen Zheng, the five retainers of the Ni family, each led a mighty force of more than 500 younger brothers, and filed out of the car.

All of them had ferocious faces, and the weapons in their hands flashed cold light under the reflection of the street lights, like a group of killers returning from hell.

"Wang Bao, your doomsday is at hand." Gandhi walked slowly forward, his voice as cold as a sharp blade in the cold wind, making people feel chilled.

Wang Bao sneered and didn't care. He met Han Chen's gaze coldly without flinching:

"Gandhi, don't talk big too soon, or you might get tongue-tied. Today, I'll let you see what I, Wang Bao, can do!"

As he spoke, Wang Bao pointed the steel pipe in his hand at Han Chen and the others, and coldly spat out a word: "Charge!"

As soon as the words fell, the brothers of both sides rushed towards each other like wild horses, and a bloody melee broke out in an instant.

Sticks clashed, machetes flew, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

On the streets, people who worked overtime until late at night were frightened out of their wits by the sudden violence. They screamed and ran around. The entire Jordan district fell into chaos and noise.

In the outer area of ​​the melee, the five leaders of the Ni family stood out like a crane among chickens, standing quietly in place without moving. They all relied mainly on wisdom and strategy, and their martial arts skills were not outstanding.

Therefore, Han Chen and Guo Hua would leave the fights and clashes between societies to their subordinates and would not get involved themselves.

A few people stood there indifferently, like bystanders, quietly watching this cruel and fierce fight.

It was as if all these life-and-death struggles and the flying of blood and flesh had nothing to do with them.

Wang Bao, on the other hand, is like a ferocious beast. Although his body is a little bloated, he possesses amazing explosive power and agility.

He held a thick steel pipe in his hand, like a war god's staff, and rushed left and right in the crowd. No one could stop him wherever he went.

His movements were swift and strange, like a ghost moving across the battlefield. Every swing of the steel pipe was accompanied by shrill screams and the sound of breaking bones, which made people shudder.

In this life-and-death battle, Wang Bao demonstrated his iron-bloodedness and bravery as a local overlord.

Each of his moves contained astonishing power and exquisite technique, as if they had been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations, and were impeccable.

We vow to protect our territory and dignity and will not tolerate any infringement or provocation.

The night was as dark as ink. On the streets of Jordan District, the two forces collided like raging waves. Every sound of metallic symphony indicated that lives could be lost in this battle at any time.

Despite the huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, Wang Bao was not afraid. He seemed tireless, and each of his attacks was precise and deadly, knocking down the enemies like fragile scarecrows.

However, even though Wang Bao was extremely brave, he could not turn the tide of the battle on his own.

He originally had two thousand followers under his command, but after A Zuo and Lai Gua led five hundred followers respectively to support Lan Ya Zi and Men Hua, he was left with only one thousand followers.

Han Chen and his men each led more than 500 younger brothers, with a total number of more than 2,600, which was twice as many as Wang Bao and nearly three times as many.

As the battle continued, the numerical disadvantage gradually became apparent. Wang Bao's men began to be overwhelmed, and faced with the Ni family's surging offensive, their defense line gradually collapsed.

Although Wang Bao tried his best to turn the tide, he was outnumbered and the situation became increasingly critical.

At this time, Wang Bao was like a bloody man, with his clothes stained with the blood of the enemy and his sweat.

Every time he swung the heavy steel pipe, his muscles ached and his strength was ruthlessly drained away, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, with an unyielding light flashing in his eyes.

Ah Hui was extremely anxious and worried. He tried many times to dissuade Wang Bao from retreating, but Wang Bao's eyes were firm and resolute.

Finally, in a fierce battle, Wang Bao was besieged by several enemies at the same time. Even though he was extremely brave, he gradually seemed overwhelmed by the siege of so many people.

The pole seemed to grow heavier with each swing, as if even the air was trying to stop his progress.

"Brother Bao, if you don't leave now it will be too late!"

Ah Hui shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice seemed so weak in the chaotic battlefield, but every word hit Wang Bao's heart like a heavy hammer.