Hong Kong Movie: Left Bao Er Right Xia He, All His Subordinates Are Incomparable

The lights in the private room were dim, smoke lingered, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder. Lei Fuhong stood aside, his eyes narrowed, calmly observing the battlefield. He wore a well-tailored suit and played with a string of exquisite Buddhist beads. He appeared relaxed, but inwardly, he was trembling with anxiety.

"All together!" Lei Fuhong waved his hand, and seven or eight of his men responded. With machetes in hand and fierce glares on their faces, they rushed frantically towards Uncle Zhongyong. These men were hired thugs from other gangs. While fighting alone might be a bit shabby, group fights were their forte.

Uncle Zhongyong, this renowned veteran, even at nearly sixty, remained unmatched in his bravery. He wore a well-worn jacket, his hair graying, but his eyes were sharp as a knife. Facing the onslaught of his henchmen, he remained undaunted, gritting his teeth and fighting with all his might.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of dull thuds followed. Uncle Zhongyong's skillful and sophisticated moves quickly established him as the dominant opponent. He punched and kicked, each strike imbued with force and power. Within just a dozen seconds, seven of his men lay wailing on the ground, their strength gone.

Lei Fuhong saw this and a sneer curled up his lips. He wasn't worried. Although these thugs were numerous, they were too weak. They weren't even ordinary fighters, at most practicing some free-style fighting techniques. And all of this was deliberately arranged by Lei Fuhong to drain Zhongyong Bo's energy.

"The real killer move is still to come." Lei Fuhong thought to himself, his gaze turned to the corner of the box, where the professional bodyguard team he brought back from abroad was hidden.

Sure enough, just as Zhongyongbo was feeling elated, a group of burly bodyguards dressed in black suddenly rushed out from the other side of the box. Armed with steel pipes, daggers, and other weapons, they moved swiftly and ruthlessly, surrounding Zhongyongbo in an instant.

"What's going on?" Uncle Zhongyong frowned, deeply shocked. He hadn't expected Lei Fuhong to have such a trick up his sleeve.

"Ayong, be careful, these aren't the same group as before!" Jin Ye, who was standing next to him, noticed something was wrong and warned him. Jin Ye was a veteran in the society and was well aware of Lei Fuhong's tactics and schemes.

"Shit!" Zhongyongbo yelled angrily, realizing he was in trouble. But even so, he showed no sign of retreating. With his eyes wide open, he brandished his machete and engaged in a fierce fight with the bodyguards.

However, due to the narrowness of the box, Chungyongbo's movements were greatly restricted. He dodged left and right, trying to find a way out, but was ruthlessly blocked by the bodyguards every time. Finally, he was forced into a corner with nowhere to escape.

"Speed ​​up!" Lei Fuhong urged his men, a smug smile on his face. He seemed to have seen the dawn of victory.

"Lei Fuhong, you ungrateful little bastard!" Uncle Zhongyong cursed angrily. He thought of all the help and support he had given Lei Fuhong, and he felt even more resentful.

"If it weren't for me, would your Lei family have the status it has now?" Uncle Zhongyong roared. He tried to provoke Lei Fuhong with words in order to find an opportunity to fight back.

But Lei Fuhong remained unmoved. He looked at Uncle Zhongyong coldly, as if he was looking at a dying prey.

"Times have changed. Fighting is useless." Lei Fuhong sneered. He had been sickly since childhood. Although he came from a family with a strong social background, his fighting ability was almost zero. However, he relied on his own wisdom and tactics to reach his current position step by step.

At that moment, a bodyguard took advantage of the opportunity and launched a surprise attack, delivering a powerful kick to Zhongyongbo's abdomen. Zhongyongbo groaned and stumbled back. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if something had burst open.

"Not good!" Zhongyongbo felt something was wrong and immediately raised his hands to block. But it was too late. Another bodyguard raised a steel pipe and smashed it down on his right hand.

"Crack!" With the sound of bones breaking, Zhongyongbo's right hand was completely destroyed. The white bone pierced through the flesh, and blood gushed out.

"Damn it!" Uncle Zhongyong roared to the heavens. He could feel his vitality rapidly draining away, but he didn't give up. He turned to look at Lei Fuhong, his eyes filled with resentment and determination.

"Damn it, I'm doomed today!" Uncle Zhongyong roared, "But even if I die, I'll take you with me!"

Before he finished speaking, he mustered all his strength and punched the nearest bodyguard in the face. Instantly, the bridge of his nose collapsed, blood splattering everywhere. The bodyguard wailed and fell to the ground, unable to fight.

Uncle Zhongyong took this opportunity to escape, and he picked up a machete on the ground, slashing horizontally and vertically, and fiercely attacked Lei Fuhong. He knew that only by killing Lei Fuhong could this fight end.

"Damn it!" Lei Fuhong's pupils shrank like needles. He hadn't expected that Earl Zhongyong could still unleash such powerful fighting power. He felt his heartbeat quicken and his breathing became rapid.

Uncle Zhongyong's eyes were bloodshot and he laughed ferociously: "Hahaha! You little beast, just die!" As he said that, he swung the machete and attacked Lei Fu.

Lei Fuhong was horrified and quickly retreated, putting some distance between them. At the same time, he quickly pulled out a pistol from his waistband. Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Zhongyong Bo was stunned. He hadn't expected Lei Fuhong to even have a gun.

"Haha! Uncle Yong, times have changed. Fighting is useless!" Lei Fuhong sneered. He pulled the trigger. "Bang, bang, bang!" Three bullets hit Uncle Zhongyong's vital parts.

Zhongyongbo's expression froze, his eyes becoming dull. He felt liquid gushing out of his abdomen, his life slipping away.

"What?!" Zhongyongbo suddenly raised his head, staring at Lei Fuhong with red eyes. "You... you bastard!" He wanted to continue charging, but he was no longer able to do so. His steps stumbled, and his body was shaky.

Finally, with a thud, Uncle Zhongyong fell heavily to the ground. He only exhaled air, not inhaled. His life force was completely extinguished at that moment.

Seeing this, Lei Fuhong stretched out his foot and stepped firmly on the neck of Zhongyong Bo. His face was ferocious, and he spat at him several times: "Damn it! With your old bones, you think you are worthy of killing me?!"

After saying this, he turned his head and stared at Mr. Jin fiercely. Seeing this, Mr. Jin trembled with fear. He swallowed deeply, his heart filled with fear and despair.

"Don't be impulsive, Ah Hong," said Mr. Jin in a trembling voice, "Anything can be discussed between us. If you're willing, I can withdraw from the leader election and support you in taking office. Besides, the society can't do without my businesses!"

Lei Fuhong hesitated upon hearing this. He was indeed considering Mr. Jin's value. After all, Mr. Jin's status and influence within the society could not be underestimated. If he could gain his support, his own promotion would be even more secure.

However, at this moment, a female voice suddenly came from outside the box: "Be careful not to cut the grass at the root, or it will grow again in the spring breeze..."