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"Kid, you've angered me!"
No one would be calm if their chrysanthemum was attacked, especially when the attacker was a man, and Old Wang wasn't into that kind of thing.
"Crack!"
With a swift, sweeping motion, Wang Taiyi snapped Luo Tianhong's longsword in two.
Old Wang bent down and charged towards Luo Tianhong in a UFC takedown motion.
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Chapter 157 Mong Kok is Going to Chaos
Wang Taiyi was too fast; before Luo Tianhong could react, he had already been lifted up by the waist.
"Boom!"
Old Wang, carrying Luo Tianhong, slammed them directly into the wall.
Wang Taiyi, who was holding Luo Tianhong, took two steps back. Just as he was about to perform another takedown, he found that the man had gone limp and had hit the wall on the back of his head, passing out unconscious.
"That's it?"
Old Wang never uses his full strength when fighting anyone, because no one can withstand it. If he used his full strength, he would be similar to Riki-Oh, one punch and one kick and a string of intestines.
It's too gory and doesn't suit Lao Wang's carefree style.
Wow! Grandma, you're so amazing!
Lei Zhilan stood at the kitchen doorway, slurping a bowl of noodles.
"Of course! I've always been great."
Wang Taiyi, like an NBA player, tore off his tattered trousers and threw them aside, then walked over to Lei Zhilan dressed in a green tea outfit.
"What are you eating? It smells delicious!"
Lei Zhilan pushed the bowl toward Wang Taiyi.
"Noodles? Do you want some? I'll ask Aunt Liu to cook you a bowl too?"
"Why noodles? Will that stuff fill you up?"
The second of the seven unbelievable things about Hong Kong films: In the world of Hong Kong films, from billionaires to the poorest people, if someone is hungry, someone will always say, "Are you hungry? I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."
Lei Zhilan asked in confusion:
"What else can we eat if we don't eat noodles? Isn't this what we eat after mealtimes?"
Old Wang glanced at the kitchen.
"I want to eat dumpling soup!"
The chubby maid, Aunt Liu, poked her head out from the kitchen:
"Sir, what is dumpling soup?"
Sigh! He's not a professional chef after all, so we can't force him.
"Never mind if you don't know. Go get me some meat. Oh, and the toilet! Call the plane and tell him to send this blue-haired guy back. The toilet?"
Receiving no response, Old Wang turned around in confusion, and sure enough…
The toilet boy, drooling, had his hands under Luo Tianhong's armpits and was dragging him into the nanny's room.
"The toilet!"
"Suck it."
He wiped his drool from his saliva and looked up at Old Wang.
"Hehe, what's wrong, sir?"
Oh dear! The toilet is quite pitiful; she has neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend, and she seems so desperate.
"That person is dangerous, don't touch him."
"Oh."
The toilet obediently put Luo Tianhong down, but as it did so, it ripped hard at his chest.
He walked over to Wang Taiyi's side, glancing back every few steps, and his eyes widened when he saw that Old Wang was wearing only shorts.
"Master... what did you just say? Slurp, slurp."
Wang Taiyi was used to the toilet's condition.
“I said, go call the plane and send that person away.”
"Yes...yes, sir."
"Hey! The toilet."
Wang Taiyi said earnestly:
"It's the master's fault. Take a day off tomorrow and go shopping on Portland Street. Pick whatever you like, like the King of Ducks or the Saint of Ducks. The master will reimburse you."
Unexpectedly, the toilet retorted righteously:
"No! Sir, I prefer women from respectable families."
"..."
Well, he's still someone with taste and ambition.
"Alright, get back to work. Oh, wait a minute, I need to teach this blue-haired guy a lesson."
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Loyalty, trustworthiness, righteousness, and compassion.
The club's senior management was still having a meeting late at night.
Lian Haolong, sitting in the first seat, flipped through a magazine about a baby stroller and said:
"Ah Dong, when will the goods from the Golden Triangle arrive? Have the transaction routes been finalized?"
The younger brother, Lian Haodong, was smoking, his eyes bloodshot; he had clearly been staying up all night.
"Don't worry, brother, there won't be any problems. But this time you've doubled the amount of goods, and we don't have enough space to sell them all."
Lian Haolong looked up from the magazine, noticing the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, and said:
"You don't need to worry about that, I've already found a target."
"Found a target? Where, bro?"
Lian Haolong laughed:
Mong Kok!
"Mong Kok?" The crowd murmured among themselves.
Lian Haolong tapped the table and said:
"Although there are many factions in Mong Kok, the biggest one is Hung Hing. Although Hung Hing claims to not deal with drugs, as far as I know, at least three or four of its leaders are secretly involved in the flour trade."
Lian Haolong lit a cigarette.
“There is another reason why I chose Mong Kok. As you all know, last year some lunatic set fire to drugs in Mong Kok. He set fire to two different locations, causing many people to be poisoned. This made the police very strict in their control of Mong Kok.”
“That arsonist hasn’t shown up for a long time now, he’s probably dead. The police have also loosened their control. We need to seize the opportunity to be the first to enter.”
“I have high hopes for Lui Yiu-yeung of Tung Sing and Tai Fei of Hung Hing. These two are the leaders of their respective triads in Mong Kok.”
Lian Haodong said:
"Brother, as far as I know, not only does Big Fei of Hongxing have Jiang Tianyang above him, but he also seems to call himself Donghuangzi's little brother, and this Donghuangzi doesn't seem to touch drugs, right?"
"How will we know if we don't try? I've already sent someone to invite Donghuang from Hongxing and Lei Yaoyang from Dongxing."
"boom!"
The door is opened.
A young man dressed in strange clothes walked in.
Lian Haolong frowned.
"Aheng, I told you to go and fetch someone, where is he?"
Ah Heng and Luo Tianhong are the two most capable young fighters under Lian Haolong. The two don't get along very well this time, and they are constantly at odds. If you use a sword, I'll use a knife; if you have a trendy hairstyle, I'll wear cool clothes.
"I'm sorry, brother, I couldn't find anyone to help me."
Ah Heng came to Lian Haolong's side and bowed.
"what happened?"
In reality, Heng was kicked out by Lei Yaoyang's henchmen at gunpoint before he could even exchange a few words with Lei Yaoyang. Lei Yaoyang, who considered himself half an artist, felt uncomfortable seeing Heng wearing a batwing shirt with tassels. Besides, who was Heng? Did some nobody like him think he could invite the Five Tigers of Tung Sing to an appointment? And to make a deal? Did he need that?
"Big Brother, Lei Yaoyang of Dongxing has no intention of cooperating with us at all..."
Lian Haolong waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to continue.