Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Liu Shaojie understood the importance of this mission and did not dare to slack off and acted quickly.

The Xinji brothers quickly dispersed to the surrounding streets and buildings as planned, silently weaving a huge encirclement network.

As long as Jiang Xu gave the order, he could surround Liu Xu and his men and catch him in a trap.

At this time, Liu Xu's convoy was slowly driving along the Central-Wan Chai Bypass.

Although there were only twenty vans, each one looked imposing.

The luxury Mercedes-Benz in the lead is even more eye-catching. It is like a ferocious cheetah, leading the entire team to sprint forward.

When Liu Xu received a call from Scorpion Tail, saying that Xinji had deployed its men in every corner in an attempt to surround him, he shook his head and laughed.

It seems that the other party does not understand what it means to be so close to the enemy. Perhaps, after tonight, the other party will understand the meaning of this sentence.

When the convoy drove into the vicinity of Xinji Headquarters, Jiang Xugang and others had been waiting for a long time.

Jiang Xugang led his team to stand at the end of the street, staring at Liu Xu's convoy with a provocative look, silently declaring their territory and authority.

"Stop!" With Liu Xu's order, the convoy slowly stopped.

Liu Xu opened the car door and slowly stepped out. His gaze was sharp as a knife, without any trace of fear or worry.

"Jiang Xugang, call out everyone you're hiding around here. I don't have that much time to stand on the street with you. You only have three minutes. If you're late, I'm afraid you won't have a chance."

Jiang Xugang's face darkened, displeased with Liu Xu's arrogance. He looked around, as if to confirm the tightness of the encirclement.

Then he slowly said, "Liu Xu, I thought you brought at least a thousand men, but I didn't expect you to bring less than five hundred."

As he spoke, he slowly shook his head, his words filled with deep disappointment:

"You're truly too arrogant, Fengxu. It seems that the success of ascending to the top in just one year and winning consecutive games has clouded your mind and caused you to lose your previous judgment."

"Tonight, you will completely bury your life here!"

After saying that, Jiang Xugang waved his hand lightly, and the Xinji brothers hidden on both sides of the street and in the surrounding buildings rushed out like a tide, quickly surrounding Liu Xu and his men.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Faced with such a grand scene, not only Liu Xu appeared extremely calm, but Wang Ergou, Tian Yangyi, Feng Yuxiu and others behind Liu Xu were also calm.

"Jiang Xugang, since I already know that you have ambushed people around you and you still dare to move forward, I must have my backing." Liu Xu shook his head.

Under the watchful eyes of the Xinji people, he slowly took off his suit and casually threw it to Wang Ergou behind him, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

It reveals a heart-pounding aura.

Liu Xu didn't continue to talk to Jiang Xugang, he took steady steps forward.

The figure was like a black lightning, instantly cutting through the tense and solidified air and rushing straight into the encirclement of Xinji's younger brothers.

His movements were swift and precise. Every swing of the knife, every kick, and every elbow strike was accompanied by a gust of wind, as if the air was torn apart by his strength and sharpness.

At the same time, seeing that Liu Xu still dared to take the initiative to attack, Jiang Xugang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and shouted to the people around him:

"Go, go! Since Feng Xu wants to be a hero, then kill him! I'll reward him with HK$100,000 for every strike. If you kill him, I'll make him the leader of Xinji Hall!"

Upon hearing this, the Xinji brothers roared and rushed towards Liu Xu like wild beasts being released. They were armed with machetes and sticks, their eyes filled with greed and fanaticism.

It seemed that he was blinded by the benefits Jiang Xugang promised. He not only wanted to get a reward of 100,000 Hong Kong dollars, but also wanted a chance to rise to the top overnight.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, a bloodthirsty gleam flashed in Liu Xu's eyes.

The figure shuttled through the crowd like a fish swimming on the edge of a knife. Every dodge was just right, and every counterattack was accurate and deadly.

Although the Xinji brothers were numerous, their attacks were like fallen leaves in the wind. They seemed fierce, but they could not touch the corner of Liu Xu's clothes at all.

As time went by, Liu Xu fought more and more fiercely, and his figure became more and more conspicuous in the crowd, like an invincible god of war.

Whether it is endurance or physical strength, they are beyond ordinary people.

Even in the face of such an intense and long battle, he did not show the slightest sign of fatigue.

On the rooftop of a building not far from the Xinji headquarters, a young man looked at the time on his watch. "Daddy, have you ever seen someone like this before?"

The old man beside him nodded slowly:

"There's a martial arts master in the Indian Islands. He might not be as physically strong as Liu Xu, but his skills and reactions are equally impressive."

Another young man heard this and slowly shook his head: "What's the point of being able to fight? Xia Country had many of them before, but in the end, didn't they all die under the Fusang ghost guns and cannons?"

As the words fell, Liu Xu seemed to sense something on the battlefield of Xinji Headquarters. While blocking the attack coming towards him, he raised his head and glanced at the rooftop not far behind him.

This action was seen by everyone watching on the rooftop, and Ni Kun sighed.

"Aren, put away your contempt and hostility. The hostility you release is like a guiding light to this kind of people, allowing them to instantly detect our location."

"As for those warriors you mentioned who easily died under the Fuso Ghost's guns and cannons, most of them only practiced its form but did not feel its meaning."

"He can't reach the level of being aware of the danger before the autumn cicada moves. Like Liu Xu or the martial arts master I mentioned, ordinary firearms are useless against him, unless they use high explosives."

"Well, let me try!"

Ni Qian pulled out a pistol from his waist with disdain, raised his hand and aimed at Liu Xu on the battlefield, but before he could pull the trigger, he was angrily stopped by Ni Kun.

"Do you have a pig brain? Liu Xu is a friend, a friend, a friend, a friend!"

Ni Kun had a gloomy face and slapped Ni Qian hard on the back of his head while scolding him.

"Do you even know what a friendly force is? You're actually trying to test their abilities with a gun. Isn't that just making a huge enemy for our Ni family?"

"In order to befriend them, I not only voluntarily gave up my Tsim Sha Tsui territory, but also gave away all my entertainment properties. Are you trying to piss me off to death?"

After saying this, Ni Kun seemed to be having trouble breathing, and stopped what he was doing, clutching his chest. This frightened Ni Qian, who quickly apologized profusely, saying he realized his mistake.

Ni Yongxiao and Ni Yongren beside him also hurried forward to pat Ni Kun on the back and comfort their father's excited emotions.

Ni Kun took a few deep breaths, his eyes revealing his deep helplessness towards Ni Qian.

He turned to look at Gandhi who was silent beside him, his expression full of solemnity:

"Since you don't want to continue doing flour business in Southeast Asia, considering that you have served me for many years, I will give you a share of the profits from the Wan Chai territory."

"But you must remember that as long as you stay in Hong Kong Island, you can't touch the flour business anymore. Otherwise, get lost and go back to Southeast Asia. Do you understand?"

A trace of gratitude flashed in Gandhi's eyes, and he bowed his head and responded respectfully:

"Thank you, Uncle Kun. I understand what you mean. I will definitely not get involved in the flour business again."

Liang Kun nodded, very satisfied with Gandhi's assurance.

Among the five retainers of the Ni family, the one he trusts the most is Han Chen, followed by Gandhi in front of him, who is simple-minded and easy to control.

Like Guohua, Heigui and Wen Zheng, the first two are the most thoughtful, while Wen Zheng, although relatively less thoughtful, has a personality that makes him easily persuaded.

Fortunately, Heigui and Guohua died at the hands of Liu Xu, otherwise he would have to find a way to get rid of these two cancers.