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"What do you want to see me do?"

Qin Tai, who was in the spotlight, shrugged and chose to stay out of it, saying with a rather casual expression, "Our Hung Hing stance has always remained neutral."

"As for the disputes over your Kowloon Walled City territory, from a principled standpoint, since the big boss has the land deeds for Kowloon Walled City, how he decides to handle matters on the territory is entirely his private affair, and our leader, Mr. Li, will not interfere!"

Young Master quickly chimed in, "That's right, what you said is exactly what I meant!"

He couldn't be happier to stay out of it. Whether it was the people from Tornado or the big boss's people, they were all monsters, comparable to masters in Hong Kong comics and martial arts. Getting caught up in the aftermath could be life-threatening. Wouldn't it be better to just stay out of it?

I'm still hoping to take my firefighting career to the next level!

"It seems things won't end well today; what's coming will come!"

Qin Tai's words implied that he would stand by and do nothing, which undoubtedly made Long Juanfeng's heart sink to the bottom again.

The big boss laughed heartily, gloating, "Did you hear that, Tornado? You can't protect Chen Luojun today! Wang Jiu, why are you taking so long to kill someone?"

"End this immediately!"

Wang Jiu, arrogant and wicked, sneered repeatedly, completely ignoring the menacing Ah Qi. Xin Yi struggled to bandage his wound with a strip of cloth, gripping the knife in his left hand. Si Zai struggled to stand up, his face pale from lack of blood, his legs trembling.

The three of them combined are at most one and a half combatants.

They stood in front of Chen Luojun, who had long since fallen into a coma. He was already exhausted and unable to get up after being stabbed by Wang Jiu.

"enough!"

The tornado finally couldn't sit still any longer. It slammed its hand on the table, shattering it into pieces. The next moment, it appeared in front of Wang Jiu. It was so fast that even Wang Jiu couldn't see it clearly. Then, he felt as if his internal organs had been whipped by a water-soaked whip, and the pain was excruciating.

Boom!

He was sent flying in a spiral and crashed heavily against the wall.

It's Tornado's signature move, the Whirlwind Fist!

"I'm fine!"

Wang Jiu sprang to his feet with a swift movement, his expression even showing a hint of unbelievable surprise, because compared to the monster that was Handsome Tai, Tornado's fist was practically a gentle breeze!

Especially after he was on his deathbed, he entered a higher realm, and the tornado's fist force was not as troublesome as he had imagined!

Even though the internal energy reached his internal organs, it was still lighter than he had imagined!

Is it because the tornadoes are getting old?

Wang Jiu was thinking wildly when he suddenly saw Qin Tai's suggestive gaze, and the latter slowly shook his head.

Right, we must hide our talents!

Let the big boss fight the tornado to the death!

Why is the underling working so hard? Is he busy getting the boss a Rolls-Royce?

Having endured so much hardship, Wang Jiu clearly understands one principle: as long as you can endure hardship, there will be endless hardships waiting for you in the future!

The best strategy is to lie low and reap the benefits!

"Ah—what kind of power is this? My internal organs are burning... I can't get up!"

Wang Jiu unleashed an exaggerated acting performance, suddenly letting out a miserable howl and collapsing to his knees with a thud. He rolled around on the ground in pain, soon drenched in sweat, and after a long while, he was panting heavily, as if he could no longer get up.

"Wang Jiu, what's wrong with you?"

The big boss frowned deeply. Wang Jiu was just looking radiant, how come he suddenly couldn't get up the next second?

As the saying goes, an expert can see the details. In the eyes of the big boss, the tornado's punch just now wasn't that powerful!

Even the tornado himself looked a little confused, because he hadn't used his full strength just now, so how did he manage to turn this master of hard qigong into a paramecium?

Qin Tai, could your acting be any more exaggerated?

Left with no other choice, he could only force a smile and say, "It must have aggravated an old injury."

Actually, if Wang Jiu could spit out blood or bite his lip to let out some blood, it would be even more realistic. Unfortunately, Wang Jiu's hard qigong has even reached this level. It's probably the first time this guy has felt overwhelmed by the strength of his hard qigong.

Now let's think about it from another angle: what if this guy has appendicitis and needs surgery?

Will he die from the pain?

Qin Tai's thoughts drifted, and his drawing style became somewhat distorted.

"So that's how it is!"

Qin Tai's explanation was quite reasonable and feasible.

The big boss and Tornado nodded in unison, thinking to themselves, "That's right. Back then, when Handsome Tai broke through the hard qigong with a single punch, the fist mark and injuries left behind were not so easy to recover from. This Wang Jiu is not an internal martial arts master who has opened up the Ren and Du meridians. This result seems unexpected, but upon closer inspection, it seems to be very reasonable!"

"Hmph! Useless thing!"

The big boss snorted coldly.

The tornado breathed a huge sigh of relief, having lost a tough nut to crack!

This is because Wang Jiu is too monstrous, like an unkillable cockroach. To deal with him, every punch must be imbued with true energy. For someone as terminally ill as him, a protracted war of attrition is simply a death sentence.

If it were just the big boss alone, it would probably be much easier to deal with.

He turned to look at Di Qiu, his eyes filled with suppressed anger and sorrow: "Brother Qiu, let bygones be bygones!"

Di Qiu was furious and roared venomously, "Impossible! Even if it costs me everything, I will watch Chen Luojun die with my own eyes!"

"well.....

Seeing that things were hopeless, Tornado's eyes were full of regret. He threw a punch from a distance, knocking out Di Qiu, this pretentious weakling, and forcibly disconnecting him from the battlefield.

"A merciful general cannot command an army; Tornado has taken the wrong path!"

Qin Tai clicked his tongue and shook his head. The tornado's weakness was that it was too merciful. You thought of brotherhood and were caught in a dilemma, unable to have it both ways. But your good brother never understood from beginning to end. Instead, he disregarded morality and turned around and stabbed you in the back.

You're trying to kill me, brother!

"Tornado, twenty years ago, we were evenly matched. Now, let me see how much your Whirlwind Fist really has to offer!"

The big boss took off his coat, placed his beloved handbag (the same style as the ticket inspector's) on the table, stretched his limbs, and then a strong fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

Back then, Tornado and the Big Boss clashed, causing a stir in the martial arts world. That was Tornado's peak moment, when he was more than capable of defeating the Big Boss.

Unfortunately, he chose to retire from the martial arts world for love, missing that life-or-death battle, and in return, he made a pact with the big boss to keep to himself.

Now, twenty years later, his beloved has passed away, he is seriously ill and nearing death, and the gap between him and the big boss is only widening.

Because the big boss is ten years younger than a tornado!

And it's a healthy, fully developed individual!

The influx of rioters plunged the once peaceful Kowloon Walled City into chaos. The rioters and the Lung Shing Gang fought fiercely. Xin Yi and Si Zai gritted their teeth and protected Chen Luojun, fighting their way out.

"boom!"

But with a deafening explosion, the noisy battlefield fell silent.

All eyes were involuntarily drawn to the scene, for the battle between Tornado and the Big Boss had reached a fever pitch. There was no probing, no maneuvering, only a brutal, life-or-death struggle.

Tornado knew from the beginning that it was unable to fight a prolonged battle, so it had to finish the fight quickly. Its whirlwind-like energy from its two fists was as fast as lightning. Before the boss could dodge, it pounded the boss with punch after punch.