Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The people who just jumped out hadn't even seen what was happening when Dabao kicked them all away. Lian Hu ran over with a smile and broke their hands and feet.

These people deserved their bad luck as they met Lian Hu, who was always ruthless in his attacks and used all his strength in everything he did. All of their hands and feet were shattered and fractured. Even if they were rescued and reconnected, they would still be disabled.

Lian Hu threw out the waste one by one. The people sitting under the eaves looked at Da Bao and Lian Hu secretly, their eyes full of expectation.

Dabao took a deep breath and the true energy in his dantian circulated. To the people around him, his body seemed to have grown bigger.

Dabao spoke. His voice was not loud, but everyone in the entire city could hear it clearly, as if someone was speaking in their ear.

"Tornado, Feng Yiming, Xiang Yicheng, listen to me, you losers! I'll give you half an hour to tie up the Taiwanese and bring them out. I won't pursue the matter of you harboring them.

After the time limit, even if you send the Taiwanese here, you will have to keep half of your legs and claws. Is that clear enough? The timer begins!"

At this moment, it was like a drop of water dripping into a hot oil pan. The entire Kowloon Walled City was filled with noise, and countless people rushed towards the square in the middle, shouting.

In just five minutes, Dabao and Lianhu were surrounded by people, even the corridor from the first floor to the third floor was full of people. These people looked ferocious, holding knives and sticks in their hands, and the knives were about to stab Dabao and Lianhu.

Standing opposite Dabao and Lianhu was a young man in his twenties. He was surrounded by people and holding a machete. He pointed the machete at Dabao, with the tip of the machete almost touching Dabao's nose.

Dabao still had that cold expression on his face, and even when the knife was about to hit him, he didn't even blink.

The young man said with disdain,

"How dare you two, you come to our stronghold and provoke us? Are you tired of living?"

Dabao raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"Twenty-five minutes left..."

Before he could finish his words, he turned his head to the side, stretched out his hands like lightning, grabbed the young man's head, and twisted it hard with both hands. With a snap, the young man's neck was broken, his face turned backwards, his eyes were wide open, his throat was gurgling, and he fell down like a piece of rotten wood.

This scared everyone, and then someone shouted, and countless people rushed up waving knives and sticks.

Dabao suddenly had a Miao Dao in his hand. The sword energy was more than one foot long. His body spun like a whirlwind, and he immediately became like a mountain of swords, invincible.

The short mules in Kowloon Walled City could not avoid Dabao's knife at all. There were too many people, crowded together, and couldn't even pass the knife or stick. Those standing in front could only watch the flash of the knife, and their eyes went black.

The people behind didn't know what was happening until the knife flashed on them, and then they realized that everyone in front was dead.

It was not until the dwarf mules realized what was happening and fled to the corridor with a shout that they escaped the massacre.

At this time, the square was in a horrific state. There were corpses piled up in front of Dabao, about forty or fifty of them, and some with broken arms and legs were lying on the side, screaming in pain.

There was not even a drop of blood on Dabao's body. He raised his wrist to look at his watch and said lightly.

"Nineteen minutes left..."

At this moment, none of the short mules upstairs and downstairs dared to come down. Lian Hu was so anxious that he stomped his feet. Every time he stomped his feet, even the building shook.

Kowloon Walled City had never encountered such a thing before. For so many years, no one dared to enter Kowloon Walled City and cause trouble, so no one knew what to do for a while.

In fact, when it comes down to it, the gang members of this era were quite capable of fighting, unlike later generations, where the only concern was making money. The so-called fighting was nothing more than negotiation and verbal combat.

Time passed minute by minute, and the dwarf mules looked at the two men in the square and no longer dared to take action.

Suddenly a woman's voice sounded.

"You bunch of losers, you can't even beat two people. Don't call yourself a man from now on. You have those two pounds of meat in your crotch for nothing."

As the voices spoke, the clattering sound of high heels was heard.

The short mules moved aside, leaving a passage. A woman in a black embroidered cheongsam, holding a cigarette holder in her hand, walked out of the corridor step by step, swaying her waist.

This woman was in her twenties, with a light and light makeup on her face, and she looked quite pretty.

Two people followed behind her, a man and a woman. The man had an iron mask on half of his face, leaving only one eye exposed. The other half of his face was quite handsome, but the overall look was a bit weird.

The woman looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. She wore a black student uniform on the upper body and a short skirt on the lower body. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail. In her hand, she was holding a meteor hammer, which was even bigger than Xue Kui's.

As soon as the dwarf mules saw these three people, they started talking. Dabao's consciousness had covered the entire Kowloon Walled City, so of course he could hear their discussions clearly.

"It's actually Palace Master Feng. She actually showed up in person."

"Iron Face? Is this the Iron Face? Didn't they say half of his face was burnt by fire?"

"Of course it's Tiemian. He's the best fighter in our city..."

It turns out that the woman in the cheongsam is Feng Yiming from the Dragon and Phoenix Hall. The man and woman following behind her are her personal guards, the Iron-faced Wang Heng and the Demon Wang Yu.

Feng Yiming looked at Dabao with a keen interest in her eyes. She loved such a beautiful boy the most. As long as she saw him, she wanted to possess him. Tiemian and the witch certainly understood their master's thoughts.

Tiemian leaned close to Feng Yiming and whispered.

"Master, I will capture these two people and let you deal with them as you wish."

Feng Yiming was now completely obsessed with lust and had completely forgotten what her elder brother Tornado had told her. She stared at Dabao and licked her red lips. There was a trace of crystal mucus in the middle of her lips.

Feng Yiming smiled sweetly, nodded, and said softly.

"Don't hurt that boy. Oh, I want that big guy too. He seems very strong."

Tiemian bowed and agreed, then clasped his hands behind his waist. There were two slight clicking sounds, and when he stretched out his hands, they were already covered with two iron hooks like rakes.

Tiemian slowly walked down the stairs. There were corpses blocking the road in front of him. Tiemian waved the iron hook in his hand repeatedly and threw the corpses out.

This job was done very efficiently. In just three or five strokes, the corpses in front of him were cleared away.

Tiemian held the double hooks in his hands and started to move forward. He was not a reckless person and knew that the two people in front of him were both extremely powerful masters...