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He racked his brains but couldn't understand it. Was this tornado out of his mind? Why couldn't he even ask his underlings to come out and offer him a cup of tea?

Chen Luojun isn't some South African diamond, what's there to hide?

"Wang Jiu, don't do anything reckless!"

Tornado remained silent, but Xin Yi would not stand idly by while Wang Jiu turned the harmonious and peaceful Kowloon Walled City into chaos. He immediately led his men to keep an eye on the gang's forces, while also secretly getting anxious, because just as the big boss had guessed, Chen Luojun, this stubborn guy, had not left Kowloon Walled City at all!

If this gets found out, they'll be completely at a disadvantage!

"Hey, what brings you here, Brother Qiu? Did you leave empty-handed?"

The big boss, puffing on a cigar, joked with a relaxed expression.

Di Qiu, his face grim, led a group of thugs and slowly walked up to Tornado, transforming into the Ultimate Pressure Monster to add fuel to the fire. He threatened through gritted teeth, "Three lives! I've waited so long, endured so many days and nights! Why did you hide it from me that day and bring Chen Luojun to the banquet? Were you trying to make a fool of me?!"

"Now, I'm here to take your people. Tornado, you better give me a straight answer!"

"Yes or no?"

Tornado smoked even more heavily, the intense pain in his lungs did not shake him, but Di Qiu's aggressive and sharp backstabbing made him feel heartbroken and sad, this was the last thing he wanted to see.

Fortunately, Chen Luojun has not been found, so he still has room to maneuver.

The show is about to begin.

Qin Tai's ears twitched slightly as he heard hurried footsteps. Given the typical plot of Hong Kong movies and the protagonist's bizarre actions, something unexpected was about to happen.

"I already said, Chen Luojun isn't here..."

Before Long Juanfeng could finish his evasive words, Chen Luojun's angry shout rang out, instantly stealing the show.

"Boss, why are you kicking me out?"

quiet,

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The tornado felt a chill run down his spine and sighed in exasperation, rubbing his forehead. Now, not only did his lungs hurt, but his liver was also starting to ache.

Didn't I tell you to leave, you old man!

How did you manage to pick such a good time to pop up?

"Hey, the main character's here! Saves us the trouble of looking for him!"

The big boss's gloating smile deepened, and he immediately called all his men back. Wang Jiu and Xin Yi returned shortly afterward. Wang Jiu's eyes were filled with nothing but madness, while Xin Yi looked utterly pained.

Father, didn't we send you away?

Why did you sneak back?

Are you trying to get the boss killed?!

"Go, hurry up and go!"

I'll cover your escape!

Xin Yi was a man of deep affection and loyalty; how could he stand by and watch his good brother die a violent death? He quickly pulled him away by force.

However, Xin Yi, with his straw sandals and white paper fan, was no match for Chen Luojun, a tank and heavy warrior, in terms of combat power. Even with forceful pulling and dragging, he couldn't move an inch.

"I'm not leaving! This walled city is my home. I'm not going anywhere else; I'll stay here!"

With dark skin and an unkempt stubble, Chen Luojun stared at the tornado with tears in his eyes, looking like a child abandoned by his father, full of grievance and reluctance.

The gaze stung the tornado, but his eyes remained cold and emotionless, ignoring Chen Luojun's calls.

This melodramatic scene almost made Qin Tai think he had traveled back to the 1990s on a Qiong Yao film set.

To be honest, Chen Luojun is a real disaster. Tornado was under so much pressure to protect him, and his good brothers Xin Yi, Twelve Young Master, and Four-Brother risked their lives to help him escape. But this guy was incredibly tactless. All he wanted was to find out why he was abandoned and get an explanation. He actually came to cause trouble for the boss at this critical moment.

Let alone the fact that the two are like father and son, even if they were biological children, such a blatant display of filial piety would be astonishing enough.

When emotions run high, they act recklessly. To put it nicely, they are loyal and devoted; to put it bluntly, they are brain-dead teammates who are a complete disaster.

"You choose the path to hell when there's a way to heaven!" Di Qiu sneered, ignoring the tornado, and shouted, "Attack! No regard for life or death!"

With a command, the thugs he brought were all ruthless and fierce, rushing towards Chen Luojun with eager hands. They wielded machetes, chains, sickles, baseball bats, and other sharp weapons, mercilessly attacking Chen Luojun. Filled with resentment, Chen Luojun, in his desperate situation, gritted his teeth and fought back.

What followed was a very exciting chase and brawl scene.

The thirty-odd elite thugs were ruthless and relentless, each strike aimed at vital points: neck, abdomen, chest, groin, back...

In the blink of an eye, Chen Luojun was covered in bruises, but he fought with increasing ferocity. His fighting power doubled in his rage. Before long, the scene was a mess, but Chen Luojun stood firm, while the other thugs were all seriously injured and unable to get up again.

"As expected of the successor chosen by Tornado, he truly has extraordinary talent and is a natural-born fighter."

Qin Tai rested his chin on his hand. With his current eyesight, he could tell that Chen Luojun had a very good foundation. His fighting skills were completely unorthodox, relying entirely on his innate superhuman strength and tank-like armor. He could stand firm against 30 opponents and was definitely a promising talent.

The only drawback was that Chen Luojun's breathing was erratic, which resulted in a lack of concentration and precision in his strength. A large amount of his energy was scattered and wasted, preventing him from reaching his full potential.

If you successfully open up your Ren and Du meridians and master the method of controlling force with Qi, you can transform from a tanky character into a heavily armored warrior – the definitive answer for this version!

Given time, Chen Luojun's future will definitely be the next tornado!

"Good lad, you really have the style of the King of Killers back in the day. Looks like I'll have to take action myself!"

Di Qiu smiled coldly. He saw the shadow of his old enemy Chen Zhan in Chen Luojun's madness. His eyes were once again engulfed by the flames of hatred, and he clenched his fists with gritted teeth.

Then, this self-proclaimed "king of showing off" personally stepped in.

With a snap, he crushed the coral bracelet in his hand to pieces. It was as if the radiance of Buddha could no longer suppress the demons within him. He slowly took off his Zhongshan suit, revealing muscles that were in no way inferior to those of a bodybuilding champion.

Boom!

With a heavy stomp of his foot, the floor cracked open like a spiderweb, and a cheetah-like figure appeared in front of Chen Luojun in the blink of an eye.

With a punch full of force, he slammed it hard into Chen Luojun's face, sending him flying seven or eight meters before he crashed into the wall. His brain was buzzing, and he managed to stay conscious for two seconds.

"Holy crap, there's another expert?"

Liang Kun stared at the unassuming Di Qiu with a look of utter astonishment, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets... He never expected that this old geezer would actually be a hidden master; he had misjudged him!

The Kowloon Walled City is a place teeming with hidden talents, one master after another – it's truly outrageous!

If he had taken that punch, his head and neck would probably have been torn apart. He couldn't help but gasp; it was really dangerous!

Liang Kun silently took a step back, shielding Qin Tai in front of him.

"Brother Kun, you've misjudged him. Don't mistake a moment for forever."

Qin Tai shook his head, a strange, mocking smile on his face.

This is the only shining moment for the king of cool, so watch it and cherish it!

"Brother Qiu..." The thugs struggled to their feet, grabbed their weapons, and prepared to lend a helping hand.

Di Qiu waved his hand confidently, looking down arrogantly: "You don't need to interfere. I'll handle him by myself and take revenge!"

Unfortunately, the promises were made, but the reality was far from the truth.