Young and Dangerous Movies

Fat Tiger's rough voice coupled with the gentle and sad melody has a unique charm.

The streets were empty at this time, and the melodious and mournful humming drifted in the streets, seeming particularly strange and peaceful.

At this moment, the "ding-dong" sound of metal hitting the asphalt road on both sides of the street broke the weirdness.

Fat Tiger stopped humming and slowly opened his eyes.

Everyone knows the principle of capturing the leader first, but the other party was really slow in coming and didn't even understand that speed is the essence of war!

If it's any slower, he'll want to go back to sleep...

I saw a large crowd of people appearing at both ends of the street, some holding knives and some holding axes. It was estimated that there were at least a hundred people.

The crowd watching from the window was terrified. It was the first time for most of them to witness such a scene. Only the four women looked excited, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

The fat corpse had his hands tied and was pressed against the glass door. When he saw the visitor, his face turned very excited.

"It's the Tiger and Leopard Hall of East Star. Fat Tiger is dead, he's dead!" He then laughed madly, then turned to the people in the window and said arrogantly: "Why don't you help me release him?"

Tiger and Leopard Hall is the action group of the Eastern Star. The members in it are not ordinary 49 or 46 members. They are all members of the Twelve Bottom (426), also known as Red Sticks. Any one of them can take on three people at once.

Because most of the societies in Hong Kong originated from the Hongmen, many old societies still retain the rules of the Hongmen.

If you want to get involved in the gang, you must first serve as a blue lantern for the boss for three years. Only with the boss's approval will you be accepted into the gang as a formal 49er, also known as a short mule horse. After another three years of service, you become an old 49er. Those who can fight are called 46ers, commonly known as fighting boys. After another three years of meritorious service, you will have the opportunity to wear the three major soles: a red stick (426 or 415 soles), a white paper fan (432 or soles), and straw sandals ( or soles). Only after wearing the three soles can you set up your own gang.

The Red Sticks who had no territory formed the Tiger and Leopard Hall, which was the most daring and combative group in Dongxing.

No wonder the fat corpse was so arrogant after seeing it.

After hearing this, the boss hurried forward to untie the fat corpse's hands, but the fat corpse did not leave. He wanted to watch Fat Tiger being chopped into meat paste.

At this time, Fat Tiger stood up, his huge body like an unshakable mountain.

Today it’s Fat Tiger’s turn to become famous!

Then he spread his arms and pointed his knife at the people on both sides.

Without saying a word, both sides quickened their pace and rushed towards Fat Tiger.

Seeing this, the fat corpse didn't have time to care why everyone ignored him. Looking at Fat Tiger who was about to be drowned by the crowd, he shouted wildly in his heart, "Kill him!"

An axeman approached Fat Tiger first and swung his axe at Fat Tiger's head. Fat Tiger was not afraid at all. He raised his knife and swung it from bottom to top. In an instant, the knife and the axe collided. With a "bang", the axe flew out. The man's palm was numb from the shock, but before he could react, the knife flashed, and he felt a chill on his head and lost consciousness. He fell into darkness and his body was split into two halves.

The scene of a man being split in half by a single knife did not scare anyone away. The surrounding swordsmen raised their weapons without any hesitation and rushed towards Fat Tiger.

Fat Tiger turned his left wrist, reversed the machete, and danced with both swords like a storm, blocking left and slashing right, keeping his body steady, and finally made a 360-degree horizontal chop, directly breaking the attacks from all directions.

Fat Tiger turned passive and active, rushing towards the crowd. His body was as fast as lightning, and he was like a gust of wind that swept into the enemy camp.

The sharp blade was like the scythe of the god of death, constantly slashing across the enemy's chest, and they fell one after another.

Fast, too fast!

This is the last thought of everyone who falls down after being hit.

Fat Tiger slashed left and right, becoming more and more courageous as the battle went on. The two swords in his hands kept colliding with the enemy's weapons, making bursts of sharp sounds. In the fierce clash of blades and metal, sparks flew, illuminating Fat Tiger's expressionless face.

His two swords kept slashing into his opponent's body, blood staining the blades red. As the battle continued, the swords in Fat Tiger's hands withstood heavy blows again and again, and the blades gradually became curled and had more and more gaps.

However, Fat Tiger did not weaken his offensive at all, but became even more ferocious. He swung the already bent blade vigorously, relying on his powerful strength and speed, he was still able to inflict heavy damage to the enemy.

Finally, the two swords in Fat Tiger's hands could not bear the weight and were completely scrapped. He did not hesitate to draw the spare sword at his waist and continued to chop.

In less than ten minutes, half of the one hundred people on the field were killed by Fat Tiger.

Blood dyed the asphalt road red, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and broken limbs and debris were everywhere.

If it were an ordinary mule horse, it would have been frightened by the scene and fled in all directions.

But they were not, they still surrounded Fat Tiger.

They couldn't understand how one person could fight to this extent. Even Wang Bao, who was known to be invincible in the universe, couldn't fight to this extent.

Could it be that all fat people are martial arts geniuses?

They didn't believe it. They didn't believe that Fat Tiger would run out of energy to rest and then launch another charge.

Fat Tiger held the knife in both hands, like an unshakable god of war. It was as if the enemies charging forward were not a group of fierce enemies, but insignificant ants, and his expression did not change at all.

His figure once again shuttled through the crowd, and every time he swung his sword, it was with the force of thunder. The sword flashed, and blood splattered.

His new clothes were soaked with blood, some from the enemy and some from wounds caused by the intense exercise.

But his movements did not slow down at all. The knife in his hand turned into a soul-snatching messenger, constantly reaping lives.

The fat corpse was dumbfounded at this time. He quickly picked up the rope on the ground and asked the terrified boss to continue tying him up.

It was impossible for him to run away. Witnessing this battle with his own eyes would be enough for him to brag about it for years.

The boss also came to his senses and quickly took the rope and tied the fat corpse up again, this time tying it tighter.

As for the other people in the shop, those who were afraid had already hidden inside, while those who were not afraid were staring at Fat Tiger in the middle of the shop with sparkling eyes.

They had never seen such a passionate scene!

In their eyes, Fat Tiger was like a general on the ancient battlefield, invincible and unstoppable. Every time he swung his sword, it was full of power and majesty, as if he was the master of the battlefield, controlling everything, making people impressed and excited.

Even Manager Zhu, a woman over 30, couldn't help it and began to fantasize about how it would be if the other party was suppressing her instead of Xiang Wan.

At this moment, she no longer felt that she could not bear it, but only felt a full sense of security.

On the street, the people of Tiger and Leopard Hall began to flee. They were not afraid of death, but they could not die in vain.

Fat Tiger's figure was like a demon, and they were simply no match for him. Every time he attacked, he brought with him overwhelming force, and two or three strikes could take a person's life.

When you chop someone, it's not just the knife chopping flesh, but with Fat Tiger, if you're not careful, one chop will cut the flesh and the knife in half.

Not to mention waiting until the opponent is exhausted, even if we send a hundred more, it probably won't be enough to chop him down...