Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

If it was as usual, no matter how close Baiyu Wang dared to get close to him, he would definitely throw him into the sea.

But it doesn't work now, my cousin Curry is still in the hands of this Pujie, so I have to find a way to take him away to see a doctor first.

An Xin snorted coldly, swept away Bai Yuwang's hand, snorted coldly in her nose, and said in a cold voice: "Fishing over the limit? Fart over the limit."

"Xinghe and your family are not the only ones who started the Mark Six lottery business in Xiangjiang, and I didn't see you, Xinghe, giving patent fees to the Ma brothers!"

"My old cousin didn't pay for it either, but just sold newspapers. Is it illegal to sell newspapers now?"

"Damn it, let him go quickly, or else you'll wipe out all those black gambling houses of yours!".

"Ha ha."

Bai Yuwang laughed amused by An Xin's words, and said out of breath: "If you really give you three points, you dare to open a dyeing workshop."

"Brother An Xin's consciousness is that your cousin is right, but I am wrong."

Having said that, he took a few steps back, grabbed Curry boy's hair, and showed An Xin the guy's bloody face.

"Your cousin has explained everything. His mouth is not as tough as your brother An Xin."

"Okay, I'm not going to embarrass you, Brother An Xin, you can be taken away. My brother went to the street to catch Curry, injured three of them, and one was arrested by the police. , 3 yuan."

"How about it?"

The White Fish King's men were really ruthless. Curry's front teeth were knocked out, his face was bruised and purple, and his eyes were swollen like walnuts.

Seeing that her cousin was in such a mess since she was a child, An Xin became more and more angry, she flashed out the dagger, and shouted: "Take the curry back!".

A total of thirty or so people from the two parties quickly bumped into each other, desperately using the hands in their hands, and greeting each other's mothers.

An Xin gave the dagger to the unarmed brother behind him, and she came to the White Fish King with her bare hands, and punched his fat fish head all the time.

The gamblers are not gamblers, they are very angry, they are easy to offend customers, and most of them choose to use their brains, but they have a bit of kung fu to participate in a dynamic social organization.

Bai Yuwang hurriedly lowered his head, dodging the bastard's fist of An Xin, and quickly stepped out, kicking him, trying to distance himself.

Homework, homework.

Even the three of them couldn't beat this crazy Indian boy.

"Damn! Don't tell me that He Ji beats the most kids?"

"Just these two blows, it's not as ruthless as a middle school student!"

Qiu Heseng stood on the boat, watched the hot scene on the pier through binoculars, and complained to Ichiro Matsui who was sitting on the beach chair.

Matsui Ichiro has no interest in the hands and feet, and he doesn't understand why he doesn't lie on the bed at night and run to this small pier to enjoy the sea breeze.

In the words of Xiangjiang people, it's really a brain tease!

"Calm down! Junior high school students are outrageous, and they don't know how to use a knife. At most, they use their fists to open the way."

"However, the Xiangjiang Club is not as good as the Hokkien people, but these curry boys can fight and fight hard!"

"Hello? What are you doing?"

When Matsui Ichiro saw Qiu Heseng take off his coat and kept wriggling his fingers, he had bad thoughts in his mind.

"I ran for four days for a construction permit, and finally found a British intermediary company to settle the matter."

"Don't you understand now?"

"Master Le has never looked at us directly. He is a British jazz, and he has a share in all the projects related to the Governor's Palace."

"Calling up a few local rich men to fight against him, thinking that he can kill Young Master Le, they really don't know how to die."

"He has the guns, he has the money, and we have incomparable connections. If we don't muddy the water, we have no hope of winning at all."

"Xinghe is his backyard. As long as his backyard catches fire, it won't be so peaceful."

After explaining his thoughts, Qiu Heseng jumped down from the stairs.

Matsui Ichiro knew in his heart that it was really difficult to complete the task assigned by the president.

So he didn't stop Qiu Heseng, and now he really needs a big fire.

Qiu Heseng jumped onto the pier, moved his big neck, made a rattling sound, and walked into the battle.

The two parties were fighting in full swing, and did not notice the arrival of an unexpected guest.

As the youngest long sword of the Sakura Club, Qiu Heseng is a black belt in karate and an outstanding karate master of the Kanto school.

I saw that he shot quickly, and he cut an Indian kid to the ground with a hand knife.

"Thank you, brother!"

Xinghe's Ma Zai thought it was his helper, wiped the sweat off his face, and thanked him quickly.

It's no wonder that this horse boy is blind and recognizes the wrong person. The Indian boy only plays with the Indian boy, and you can tell which side it is by looking at the complexion.

"You're welcome, the next one is you."

Qiu Heseng smiled slightly, and didn't let the unlucky guy go, he kicked his calf, took advantage of his unsteady center of gravity, and punched him on the forehead, knocking him down.

As soon as he made a move, within a few seconds, the two of them were eliminated, and the demeanor of a master was unobstructed.

Matsui Ichiro, who was watching the excitement with a telescope, cheered him in his heart, even in the Sakura Festival, Qiu Heseng could be ranked among the top ten.

There are still masters who are willing to take the initiative to perform at night, so there is no reason to miss it.

Brother Master's rapid progress made An Xin, who was chasing after the White Fish King, frown. Judging by the color of his skin, he was not his reinforcements.

The white fish king, who was running around with his head in his arms, was happy in his heart. It was Xinghe, that red stick who didn't sleep at night, and ran to this wilderness to help.

"Fuck him!"

An Xin saw her good brothers fell to the ground one after another, her eyes turned red instantly, and she called out to her brothers to get rid of this troublemaker quickly.

The Indian boys who had taken care of their opponents surrounded Qiu and Seng with grim smiles, glanced at each other, and shot together, all heading for the vital point.

This is the best way to deal with masters, two fists cannot match four hands, no matter how fast the reaction is, it is impossible to block them all.

Really think that I am Ip Man, Bruce Lee, one can fight ten.

(To make a digression, Mr. Zhen's new movie is really ugly to death. It's really ugly, and it's better than Bi Zhifei!)
Qiu Heseng is a master, but not a master of martial arts novels. His reflexes are indeed superior to ordinary people, and his ability to resist blows has also received systematic training.

He lowered his head in an instant, avoiding the most fatal blow, and then the back palm shot out like a sharp arrow, hitting the Adam's apple of the Indian boy who was standing in front of him.

The obstacles in front of him were cleared immediately, and then a side kick kicked a guy with a stick into the air.

Can't fight in the encirclement!

Qiu Heseng was annoyed at his recklessness, and after knocking down the two of them, he quickly broke out of the small encirclement, but in the process, he was also hit on the back several times.