Hong Kong variety show: Why do you say I'm crazy?

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"What kind of manager are you? You have to come to me for such a small thing. If you don't pay for your meal, just give it to your family to pay for it."

Niu Niu has learned a lot from Lao Wang.

"Boss, that person looks like some important figure."

"Big shot? How big? Is he as big as my big brother? Get lost! Get lost! Get lost! Don't disturb my cultivation."

"Boss, that guy seems to know the big boss, and he sounded a bit disdainful. Shouldn't we inform the big boss?"

The manager was good at stirring things up, and he added fuel to the fire just to watch the drama unfold.

"Ok?"

Are there still disdainful big shots in Hong Kong? Well, I'd like to meet them.

Niu Niu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly took off like pulling a radish from dry land, did a 360-degree spin in the air, and landed steadily.

"go!"

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"Damn it, those bitches, how dare they humiliate me like this! I'll make them pay!"

Tony's eyes were filled with murderous intent; he had just finished doing more than 200 push-ups, and his head was still radiating heat.

"Big brother, let's ambush them at the door in a bit. There are two grenades in the car. Let's blow them up!"

Ah Hu also offered some advice.

"Snapped!"

Ah Zha smacked Ah Hu on the back of the head.

"Bomb! Bomb! Bomb! All you know is bomb! What about the money? Don't you want money anymore? If you're going to bomb, wait until we've squeezed them dry before you bomb!"

Ah Hu scratched the back of his head, looking aggrieved.

"I was just trying to get revenge for my second brother. By the way, eldest brother, what are we going to do next? I didn't eat enough."

Ah Zha rolled his eyes.

"What are we doing? Of course, we're making money. Right now, we don't even have any decent equipment. We have to find a way to get some, otherwise, nothing we do will be convenient."

"What should we do?" Ah Hu blinked his innocent, cow-like eyes.

Ah Zha suddenly looked Ah Hu up and down.

Ah Hu suddenly shivered.

"B-Big brother, what do you want to do?"

Ah Zha patted Ah Hu on the shoulder.

"Ah Hu, there are lots of luxury cars outside, why don't you go and stage another accident to extort money?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

"Want money? Want weapons? Come to me. As your former big brother, I feel sorry for you."

Looking towards the sound, Johnny Wang appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor with a group of people.

The corridor, about 30 meters long and 5 meters wide, was filled with a tense atmosphere as Azha and his three companions faced Johnny Wang and his group, who were blocking the stairwell.

Johnny Wang's eyes were practically spitting fire as he looked at Aja and the other three. These four bastards actually tried to double-cross him, and they even caused him to lose an eye and a loyal, highly skilled henchman.

He didn't know who the Saint Seiya were, and he didn't dare to cause trouble for the police, so he vented all his anger on Azha and the others.

"You bunch of bastards, I've been looking for you for ages! I've missed you so much!"

Ah Zha carefully examined the other party. It seemed they didn't have guns either. That made things easier. I'm not afraid of anything if they don't have guns. So what if they outnumber me? My second brother is born with superhuman strength.

"Hey! Isn't this Johnny?"

Ah Zha lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, suddenly feeling that this was much more low-class than holding a cigar. Damn it, I have to make money.

"Is Johnny thinking of us brothers because we're too good and he wants us to take your place? If so, I'll reluctantly accept."

"what?"

People can laugh when they're speechless. Johnny Wang laughed in exasperation. Don't these guys know what's going on? Do they think they can escape alive?

"You bunch of bastards, today I'll show you the price of betraying me."

Johnny's patience ran out, and he decided to give Azha and the others a good beating once he caught them. He'd see how arrogant they'd still be.

"Pooh!"

Ah Zha spat out the cigarette from his mouth and stomped it out with his foot.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? We still want to fight, so come on."

The war is about to start.

At this moment, the door to the private room between the two groups was opened, and Uncle Mei walked out arrogantly with the prince and his underlings, cursing under his breath.

"Let your boss tell me himself! I never..."

Looking down the hallway at Johnny's group blocking the stairwell, Uncle Mei sensed something was wrong. He turned around and saw Tony and his gang with murderous intent in their eyes.

"Wha...what's going on?"

Uncle Mei wanted to go back to the private room, but the quick-thinking waiter had already locked the door.

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Chapter 229 It's time for me, Niu Niu, to make my appearance!

"NO2, get out there!"

Without saying a word, the tough guy Er Gou led a group of people and charged towards A Zha and his companions.

Aja's side was equally decisive, with Tony leading the charge.

Uncle Mei, caught between the two groups, was going crazy. These people were no ordinary thugs just by looking at their eyes. Uncle Mei's judgment was spot on; every one of them had a few lives on their hands, except for the mentally challenged Watson, of course.

Damn it, it's just the cost of a meal, is it really that big of a deal?

Uncle Mei thought these people were from the restaurant and were just doing their own thing because he hadn't paid for his meal.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Uncle Mei banged on the door.

"Open the door! You fucking open the door, I'll pay, I'll pay!"

"Snapped!"

Tony took a running start and jumped, stepping on the bewildered prince's face as he soared high into the air. Then, he braced himself against the 4.5-meter-high ceiling with both hands and, from above, bent his knees and smashed them down on NO2's head, which was 2 meters high.

With his arms crossed, the tough guy NO2 took the hit from Tony's face, then seized the opportunity to grab Tony's ankle and slam him against the wall. NO2's strength was astonishing, and the blow landed squarely, leaving Tony half-dead, if not dead.

Tony was exceptionally skilled. He used his waist to close the distance with NO2, and pointed his finger like a sword, aiming for NO2's eyeball. NO2 released his grip to protect his eye, and Tony was sent flying by the momentum. He used several somersaults to cushion the impact, and after regaining his footing, he charged towards NO2 again.

On Ah Zha's side, Ah Zha's skills were far inferior to his two younger brothers. He fought with the kind of fighting style that risked his life for another, and for a while, no one could do anything to him. He fought back and forth with three or four of his underlings who surrounded him.

Ah Hu was only able to use one arm due to his injury, but he was still a master. He grabbed a half-meter-tall bronze statue in the corridor and whipped it so hard that the opponent fell to the ground, unstoppable.

As for Watson, he huddled in a corner, covering his head, while the men kicked him repeatedly.

As for Uncle Mei and his group, Johnny Wang and Aja didn't take them seriously at all, and might even have thought they were each other's men. Uncle Mei's underlings had already been knocked to the ground, while he himself was kicked away by NO2, who was in the way. Prince was smashed in the face by Ahu's bronze statue, knocking out several of his teeth, and he lay on the ground howling in pain.

The fight lasted for more than ten minutes, and strangely, the security guards from the bone-removing building did not come over.

By this time, everyone was panting heavily.

Johnny Wang's men were reduced to just seven of their number two still standing; the remaining twenty-odd were lying on the ground, their fates unknown.

On the Vietnamese trio's side, Tony was breathing heavily; the burly man opposite him was too tough, but he was confident he could take him down.

Although Ah Zha was still standing, his face was bruised and swollen, but he was still shouting.

Ah Hu was also injured; after all, the inconvenience of having only one hand diminished his fighting ability.

Watson? Watson was curled up in the corner, motionless, probably playing dead.

At the top of the stairs, in a place where no one was paying attention, Niu Niu watched the battle between the two sides.

"Okay! Okay!"

The manager standing next to him was puzzled.

"Boss, what's good about it?"

Niu Niu didn't even glance at the manager; his eyes were shining as he looked at the people in the corridor.

"You don't understand, true masters are hard to find."

Niu Niu pointed at Tony.

"See that person? He has an evil aura, which would be called the Eastern Heretic in ancient times, but his breath is not long enough and he depletes too early, so we can call him the Eastern Depletion."

"Then look at that one-armed one."

Niu Niu pointed at Ah Hu.