Hong Kong General: Hongxing 49 Zai, step on Liang Kun to get a job

Ding Tian's face was calm and natural. He sat in a chair and made tea leisurely, as if everything was under his control.

When the henchman saw how calm the boss was, he felt relieved and immediately ran over to cheer them up.

"Damn, Asi brought those 500 people and walked all the way here from Bowling Street. I don't think he'll come back."

The prince frowned as the sounds of fighting drew closer. Ding Tian, ​​on the other hand, made some tea without saying a word.

"Ding-ling-ling." At this time, a hurried phone call came, and Ding Tian immediately picked up the phone.

A few seconds later, Ding Tian slumped back in his chair with a dejected look on his face and a lonely look in his eyes.

"Prince, you're on your own. With your abilities, it's still not too late to run away."

Since I, the prince, have been in the martial arts world, I have never run away."

"Lao Ding, just tell me the truth." The prince said in a cold voice with a gloomy face.

Ding Tian's voice suddenly became hoarse: "There are no reinforcements. All of Hetu's sites in Tsz Wan Shan have been occupied. My brothers are dead or scattered."

"As for the 500 people coming to support from Bolan Street, they were blocked on the road ahead by the people arranged by Kunpeng. As is already dead."

"Not only do we have no reinforcements, but a large number of Kunpeng's troops are about to arrive."

"Staying here is a dead end, why not go out the back door?"

The prince was shocked when he heard this. In such a short time, Kunpeng had taken over all of Ciyunshan's territory so quickly.

Where on earth did he get so many men and horses?

Besides, the thugs of the Fiery Thorn Team just now were not assembled in a short period of time. They were probably prepared long ago.

It’s so terrifying that Kunpeng can do so many shocking things in just one or two months.

It seems that his title of Red Stick is not in vain.

The prince sneered in his heart, thinking that his statement of exterminating Kunpeng within three days was simply a joke.

"Old Ding, you know that I, the prince, have always lived my life standing up. I don't want to live in humiliation. If you want to leave, then leave. I will fight you to the death."

The prince pulled out a long knife from under the stool and jumped out of the window like a volcano.

At this time, Awu was holding two machetes. He stabbed one of them directly into the chest of a dwarf mule, and with the other one, he chopped down another one head-on.

Just as Awu was about to look for his next target and continue to cut a bloody path.

Swish...a slight sound of breaking through the air was heard.

Awu turned his head sharply, and a machete fell from the sky and scratched his shoulder.

The prince stood opposite Awu with a cold and arrogant look, and said calmly, "Come."

As soon as he finished speaking, Awu saw in his peripheral vision that the prince's sword light exploded into a bright ball of light and slashed towards his head.

Ah Wu had no choice but to step forward with his legs, retracting and releasing the knife in his hand, and swaying his body to avoid it. Then he held the knife horizontally, facing the attack, and stepped forward.

The two swords clashed, sparks flying, and the moves were all open and close. The figures of the prince and Awu also became illusory.

The other brothers, armed with knives, tried to help, but they were unable to do so. They were completely unable to intervene in the fight between the two.

"Ding ding dang dang." Layers of dust were raised from the ground.

The dust settled. The two men stood facing each other, expressionless, neither moving. Takeru's aura gradually calmed, and he stood there motionless, unmoving.

The prince did not move, but his cruel eyes gradually dimmed and became a little sad.

"Your swordsmanship is not good. It's disorganized and your accuracy is lacking. If I were ten years younger, you would definitely not be my opponent. You will be the one to die today. Believe it or not?"

Ah Wu said seriously: "I believe it."

"Haha, Kunpeng has a good vision. He borrowed such a strong soldier like you. I'm impressed."

After saying this, the machete in the prince's hand slipped and he fell straight to the sky.

"Bang..." Dust flew up from the ground, the clothes on the chest exploded, and blood gushed out.

Everyone was surprised. It turned out that at some point, a knife wound had appeared on the prince's chest.

This knife technique was too fast. When the dwarf mules saw the prince fall, they instantly gasped.

At this time, Da Fei also arrived with most of his men. The entire Xingwang Restaurant was already crowded with Zhou Shengpeng's men. He Tu's short mule was filled with despair.

"Won."

"Brothers, charge to Hetutu land and kill them."

Greyhound, Three Eagles and Long Hair rushed forward and easily fought their way out.

When I opened the door upstairs, I saw tea spilling all over the floor, and Ding Tian was nowhere to be found.

"Damn it, you coward." Greyhound cursed. As the boss, he actually thought of escaping at the first moment.

However, the most important thing at the moment was to take over Hetu's land. Just as they were about to remove the plaque on Hetu's side.

A voice emerged from the crowd: "Wait, let me do it."

Ah Wu came out. The wounds on his body were horrible, all of them were marks of being cut by the prince, and they were still bleeding.

Mitaka and Changfa looked at each other in bewilderment. With the blood bursting out of this wound, don’t they really need to bandage it first?

The long-haired girl couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you're already in this state. It's just to take off a plaque. Is it necessary to go on stage in person?"

"It's necessary." Ah Wu said stubbornly. He had promised Kunpeng that he would smash the Hetu signboard and burn their land.

If you accept money from others, you must help them eliminate disasters. The crowd couldn't persuade him, so they had to let him take down the plaque. Ah Wu gently picked it up with his knife.

"Bang..." The entire signboard smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces. Then, the younger brothers threw a number of gasoline bottles into the restaurant. Ah Wu lit a cigarette and threw it in.

"Boom." A violent flame shot up into the sky, and the picture was completely destroyed in the flames.

Ah Wu's body tilted and he fell down, muttering with his pale lips: "Mission accomplished, I'm so badly injured, Kunpeng you have to pay more."

Everyone was speechless. The man was almost dying, yet he was still thinking about adding more money.

"Why is this kid so miserable? He's covered in blood. Is he that hard to beat?"

Dafei walked over, picking his nose, shaking his legs, and looking relaxed.

Changmao was also puzzled: "I just closed a place in less than ten minutes, and the group was just a bunch of losers, none of them were useful. This kid's level is a bit low."

Greyhound also looked depressed: "Everyone is unharmed, but Wu is really in a terrible state."

Awu had not completely lost consciousness and was rolling his eyes.

I was screaming in my heart: "Damn it, why do you guys only encounter loose balls, but I only encounter hard bones?"

"No, you have to pay more. You have to pay more."

Unfortunately, no one heard what he said.

"Everyone who needs to be bandaged should bandage their wounds, those who want to relax and have sex should do so, and those who want to relax and have a sauna should relax and have a sauna."

Greyhound shouted and stayed to deal with the scene with his younger brothers.

The borrowed soldiers quickly withdrew. They couldn't wait for the police to come and arrest them. As for the division of the money, that would have to wait until tomorrow.

Everyone knows that Zhou Shengpeng is now at the Boning Hotel with his girlfriend. If he goes to look for her at this time, he will be asking for trouble.

From today on, Zhou Shengpeng was completely famous in Hong Kong Island. No one dared to look down on him.

After all, he massacred the whole Hetu shop in one night, smashed their signboards, and burned their land. Who would dare to ignore such a ruthless person?

It is true that the great roc takes off with the wind overnight and soars up to ninety thousand miles.

This Kunpeng took flight. Organized by O Journal was in a state of disarray. Zhang Yaowen angrily threw the documents on the table.

He yelled at his men, "Before the mission began, didn't we agree to keep a close eye on Kunpeng? Why are you making such a big fuss now?"

"That bastard Kunpeng smashed the other party's signboard and burned down the Hetu Tuo land overnight. The entire Hetu was destroyed."

"The point is, those desperate dwarf mules were dead all over the ground."

"How am I supposed to explain this massive horse racing incident to the foreigners?"

"Everyone, go back and write a self-criticism."

Police officer Chen Jin said unconvincedly, "Sir Zhang, what's the point of writing a self-criticism? There are still corpses everywhere we go."

"Tonight, Kunpeng ordered my brothers to go to war in an all-out battle. Ciyun Mountain was paralyzed."

"We still have to wash the floor all night long."

"That group of dwarf mules combined outnumbers our police force. A thousand people against a battle, what can we do?"

Zhang Yaowen was so angry that his head was smoking, but he couldn't force them to write a self-criticism.

After all, if everyone quits, who will clean the fields and who will pull the mules?

Ultimately, it was all Zhou Shengpeng's fault. With the race imminent, he took his girlfriend to Bonin's house, making everyone think there wouldn't be any horse racing tonight.

I didn't expect that this guy, while feeling comfortable himself, created such a big scene and made them uncomfortable.

After calming down, Zhang Yaowen hung the ID card around his neck.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone, go ahead and bring back as many dwarf mules as you can."

"Kunpeng thinks he's so cool, borrowing 10 million soldiers. I want to see how much money he has for bail."

"Everyone else, follow me to the Boning Hotel to collect the body. Then bring Kunpeng back for questioning."

After saying that, Zhang Yaowen angrily slammed the door open and walked out. He wished he had slammed Zhou Shengpeng on the head.

At the Bonin Hotel, bodies were pulled out of the stairwell one by one, nearly forty in total. The onlookers were terrified and broke into a cold sweat.

In room 1708, Arun was exhausted and had fallen asleep hanging on Zhou Shengpeng in a daze.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a loud knock on the door.

Zhou Shengpeng was sleepy. He casually wrapped himself in a bathrobe and opened the door.

"Zhou Shengpeng, I'm Superintendent Zhang Yaowen from the Organized Crime and Tribulation Bureau. I suspect you're involved in multiple murders. Come with us."