Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

The two of them turned to look at Liang Kun, and the other VIPs also cast surprised glances their way.

The arrogance that Liang Kun exuded was far beyond what Wang Jiu, the inexperienced madman, could match. He looked up at the big boss and said, "Hey, big boss, isn't your gang always based in Kowloon City? Why are you causing trouble on my Hung Hing's turf today? Are you trying to embarrass me, Liang Kun?"

The leaders and representatives of various triads all cast admiring glances at him. As expected of the leader of Hung Hing, his courage and boldness were simply unmatched. A group of monsters came to his door, yet he remained neither humble nor arrogant, and even posed a soul-searching question, showing no fear whatsoever!

What gives them such confidence?

What courage!

Chen Yao was dumbfounded, and then felt ashamed of himself. He asked himself if he were in Chen Yao's shoes. He would definitely not dare to be so domineering and head-on. After all, his life was his own. What if these crazy men suddenly attacked? Wouldn't he have to go down to sell salted duck eggs as soon as he became the leader?

Even if Jiang Tiansheng were alive today, he probably wouldn't dare to be so assertive.

He knew perfectly well what kind of person Lao Yinbi Jiang Tiansheng was. If he had even half the courage of Liang Kun, he wouldn't have been so scared that he hid in his villa and refused to come out when the hidden card came out.

Looking at it now, it's clear that Hans Kun is really powerful!

The big boss was stunned; he hadn't expected that the leader of Hung Hing would have such audacity.

A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he nodded, saying, "I originally thought that your reputation was undeserved, but I didn't expect that you, Handsome Kun, are as courageous and bold as the rumors in the underworld say. Apart from Tornado, you are the first person to dare to speak to me like this! You truly deserve the title of leader of Hung Hing!"

"No need for flattery! I don't recall ever inviting yakuza to a banquet, have I? You showed up uninvited, and then you publicly injured my brothers—that's clearly a blatant disrespect."

Ugly Kun looked annoyed. "I'm the main character today, okay? I'm the leader of Hung Hing, a veteran triad leader with thirteen districts under my control. Do I need a nobody from Kowloon like you to give me a little red flower?"

Is being able to fight really that impressive?

These days, getting by is all about connections and brains. What good is being a fighter if you're still just a nobody?

With my younger brother backing me up, even the best fighter is no match for me!

"what?"

The big boss was a little surprised. No matter how you looked at Liang Kun, he seemed to be weak and unsteady on his feet, with sunken eyes and a hollowed-out appearance. Where did he get the confidence to be so tough in front of him again and again?

Wang Jiu stepped forward with a sneer, hands in his pockets, and arrogantly said, "The world is a jungle where the strong prey on the weak! We always do what we want. If you're capable enough, stop one and see!"

"Damn it, I'm talking to you, boss. Who do you think you are? No respect for elders, no sense of hierarchy!" Handsome Kun waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a fly, and ordered, "Young Master, come and teach this guy some manners!"

"no problem."

Qin Tai calmly walked forward with his hands in his pockets, instantly becoming the focus of the spotlight.

The big boss raised an eyebrow, not seeing anything unusual about Qin Tai for the time being. Could this be the source of Liang Kun's confidence?

Tornado was jolted awake, his expression quite complex.

He was also curious about who Qin Tai learned his whirlwind fist from and what level he had reached.

If they could gain entry into the inner sanctum, they might be able to ignore Wang Jiu's hard qigong and confront him head-on.

As for the grandmaster's power to open up the Ren and Du meridians and control strength with Qi, Tornado had never imagined it, because at this age, even a genius could not achieve such a miracle.

My most glorious peak was when I was over forty!

"You're Handsome Tai? Hahaha, so you're actually handsome! I thought you had three heads and six arms!"

Wang Jiu was acting like a madman, pointing at Qin Tai and laughing uproariously, completely disregarding the gazes of others. His exaggerated, comical movements resembled those of a cartoon character.

The "handsome guy" he used wasn't a compliment, but rather a way of mocking someone as a pretty boy in the martial arts world where strength reigns supreme. When Chan Ho-nam was first called "handsome guy," it was also a veiled insult about being a pretty boy. However, later on, he rose to power through his own strength, and people felt that he truly deserved the title.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Qin Tai stretched his limbs leisurely and said casually, "But you'd better be careful, one punch from this handsome guy might not be enough to get you up."

"Interesting, very interesting! I like you, handsome!"

Wang Jiu laughed even harder, slapping his thigh wildly.

Then, he deftly lifted his shirt, revealing sculpted muscles, and grinned with utter disdain: "I'll stand here and let you hit me! I'd like to see how you can keep me from getting up!"

If anyone else said such a thing, it would be considered an outrageous exaggeration. But when it comes to Wang Jiu, who has an outstanding record and crushed the four guardians of Gaogang as soon as he appeared, it seems quite natural.

Although they are arrogant and conceited, they have the means to back it up!

"you sure?"

Qin Tai asked with a strange expression.

If Wang Jiu had faced Qin Tai head-on, he might have been able to withstand two or three more moves with his powerful Vajra Finger, which was at the level of Zen Master Yizhi, and at least wouldn't have been completely defeated and crushed. However, this guy was quite arrogant and actually tried to humiliate Qin Tai with just hard qigong, which only made him look foolish.

What's the fundamental difference between this and the conspicuous bag in a certain One Piece character that constantly shouts "Iron Body"?

"Of course!" Wang Jiu laughed loudly, disdainfully saying, "Pound me with all your might! Remember, use every ounce of strength you have, or you'll be crying, hahahaha..."

I've never heard of such a request in my entire life!

Since you're begging to be beaten, of course I'll grant your wish!

"Then I won't be polite."

Qin Tai took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly changed from the previous cynical attitude to an indifferent calm. The surging true energy, along with the force, quickly gathered on his right fist, and even the surrounding air generated a heat wave. A vortex slowly formed, distorting the view.

Then, as if dragging a massive object weighing thousands of pounds through the void, it was slowly propelled forward.

A straight punch lands, a backhand strike follows, a spiraling force!

Whirlwind Fist!

"Ok?"

The big boss's smile, which had been as if he were watching a monkey show, froze instantly. His muscles tensed up involuntarily, and his hair stood on end, as if he had seen a ghost.

What happened? This punch actually made him feel like he was in mortal danger?

"Using internal energy to control force?"

Such a starting stance is, of course, the Whirlwind Fist that Tornado is all too familiar with, but seeing it again at such close range, he couldn't help but gasp, and his face finally showed shock.

Qin Tai, at such a young age, has actually opened up his Ren and Du meridians?

He has also mastered at least a grandmaster-level technique for controlling force with internal energy! The Whirlwind Fist has reached its perfect state!

"I support it!"

Even the dim-witted Wang Jiu realized something was wrong. His playful and arrogant demeanor vanished, replaced by intense vigilance. At that moment, his blood almost flowed backward, and sensing the life-or-death crisis, his hot-blooded nature nearly drove him into a frenzy.

Hard Qigong, unleashing full power!

"Boom!"

Qin Tai's whirlwind punch arrived as expected. With Wang Jiu, a tough punching bag, he used a full five-tenths of his strength this time, as long as he didn't kill him.

However, the event must be well-organized; otherwise, how can the Hung Hing Dragon Head Banquet resonate throughout the martial arts world?

The fist landed on Wang Jiu's lower abdomen, and at that moment, the latter's rock-solid muscles rippled. His skin and muscles, which were impervious to blades and spears, crumbled instantly, twisted wildly by the force of the whirlwind fist. A tremendous force was unleashed, and the sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping followed.