Become a legend in Hong Kong

On Da Fei's side, both of his younger brothers died, and apart from himself, there were three foreigners left.

A gentle man with a metal box in his hand. Judging from his gold-rimmed glasses, he must be an accountant in charge of money. The remaining two men were tall and muscular, with bulging muscles that could barely hold their vests. They must be thugs or bodyguards.

"It's you, you're not a student."

Da Fei recognized Zhou Xingxing, raised his gun and made a clicking sound. He was so angry that he threw the pistol towards him.

Bang!

"oops!"

Unfortunately, Cao Dahua was shot and had a big bump on his forehead.

"Ajie, you come first."

Sir Huang waved his hand and asked the youngest Liao Wenjie to pick one first.

When he was young, No. 20 couldn't get close to him, and he gained fame with his deadly scissor kicks. Although he was old now and sprained his foot due to a car rollover, when it came to a real fight, it didn't matter who the four opponents chose.

"Well, I'll choose...him."

Liao Wenjie pointed and finally chose accountant.

"Ajie, it's better to leave this guy to my uncle."

Cao Dahua raised his hand to stop and said with a serious face: "You are still young and don't know the dangers of the world. This ghost guy is gloomy and he looks ruthless at first glance. You can't outplay him."

"Well, that's fine with me, as long as you're happy."

Four on four, Liao Wenjie and Zhou Xingxing faced off against two muscular men respectively, Huang Sir faced off against Da Fei, and the accountant was chosen by Cao Dahua.

"Boy, come on!"

The strong white man shook his neck, assumed a standard boxing stance, and looked at Liao Wenjie with contempt.

The mental state is as follows: fair and clean, weak and rideable, this is a sure thing.

Liao Wenjie shrugged and walked straight towards the big white man without making any gestures.

It doesn't matter if he hasn't learned fighting or doesn't know how to fight. It doesn't matter if he doesn't know how to exert force. He has passive skills and the game is over.

"hehe……"

Seeing Liao Wenjie approach without warning, the big white man's eyes flashed with a stern look, he made a feint with his left hand, and at the same time, his right uppercut was ready to go out, and he shot out quickly.

Bang!

The powerful and heavy fist hit Liao Wenjie directly on the cheek. Two seconds later, the smile in the white man's eyes gradually disappeared.

Liao Wenjie's expression remained unchanged, without even blinking, he raised his hand and slapped away the fist in front of him, raising his chin slightly: "You have so much strength to hit someone, haven't you eaten?"

The big white man's fists are very powerful, but in terms of cunning, ferocity and punch speed, they are not on the same level as the Muay Thai men.

This kind of fist is not what Liao Wenjie boasts about. He can tire a strong white man to death while standing still.

The strong white man who was not willing to give up punched again. Like the Muay Thai man, he put all his strength into his punches and attacked fiercely, trying to end the fight in one blow, without giving Liao Wenjie a chance to breathe.

Liao Wenjie really didn't react, because he didn't need it. His fist was as light as a goose feather. If he reacted, he would lose.

No, it's a little itchy.

After more than ten punches, Liao Wenjie remained motionless, his calm posture frightened the strong white man. He took two steps back, his eyes gradually wandering.

The look in his eyes ready to run away.

"Ajie, hurry up, Momojiji, are you in love with the ghost guy?"

Sir Huang shouted loudly next to him. His feet were bruised and his face was swollen, and he was doubting the fate of his life.

One thing to say is that Da Fei is good at boxing and kicking. He used to make double red sticks for people, and it was easy to hit five with one.

But who is Sir Huang? Da Fei is like this. Not to mention twisting his feet, even if his feet are tied, Da Fei is no match for him.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Zhou Xingxing drew back his feet, and his opponent fell to the ground with his head up.

Two of the four singles have ended. Apart from Liao Wenjie, who was being beaten, Cao Dahua was also beaten to a pulp by the gentle accountant.

"Uncle Da is so powerful. He can see through the dangers of the world at a glance. I feel ashamed of myself. I feel ashamed of myself."

Liao Wenjie sighed, and when he turned around, his opponent pulled out a steel rod from the car and resumed his stance.

"We're facing this guy, do you want some help?"

Zhou Xingxing suggested kindly because he was worried that Liao Wenjie would be injured.

That night, Liao Wenjie had a duel with the Muay Thai man. When he arrived, he only saw the Muay Thai man cowering in the corner and being whipped. He had no idea how much Liao Wenjie weighed.

He only heard Cao Dahua say that Liao Wenjie was very good at fighting, but how exactly he could fight, Cao Dahua hesitated, and he would be fine if he could hit him with a bottle of wine.

"It's okay, I can handle it."

Liao Wenjie took a deep breath and concentrated on mobilizing his mind power. In an instant, his ears and eyes became clearer, and his nerve reactions were more than three minutes faster.

"drink!"

The big white man held the steel rod and swung it down with both hands. Liao Wenjie saw this and turned his body around his toes. While avoiding it, he also came to the opponent's side.

He learned what he was doing and practiced it, and he used his left fist to feint, and the fist that went straight to the door was so frightening that the big white man closed his eyes subconsciously.

Snapped!

I received a slap on the face, very lightly.

The next second, there was a sharp pain in the soft ribs of the waist and abdomen. Liao Wenjie steadied his horse and hit the target with his right uppercut.

Pain swept through him, and the tendons in the big white man's hands were sore and numb, and the steel pipe he was holding tightly fell from his hands.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Liao Wenjie flew over the steel pipe and whipped the big white man hard.

Bang! !

After the muffled sound, the big white man hugged his legs and knelt on one knee, letting out a suppressed moan.

Liao Wenjie took advantage of the victory and hit the big man on the shoulder and neck with a stick with his backhand. Then he dropped the steel stick, hugged the big man's head with both hands, raised his knees hard, and hit his face three times in a row.

At this point, except for Cao Dahua's side, the three singles rounds have ended.

"Li, stop, hold back!"

Because the force values ​​were far apart, Cao Dahua was beaten by the accountant so much that he ran away, which eventually turned into the two of them running around the car to play fast.

One thing to say is that Cao Dahua's marksmanship is still good, above average, but his boxing and kicking skills are a bit inferior, and he is on the same level as Da Fei's club boy.

As for the accountant, he just looks gentle. After taking off his gold-rimmed glasses, his fists and kicks are extremely fast. If Cao Dahua hadn't been undercover for many years and developed excellent running skills, he would have been dismissed as the second master.

"Uncle Da is pretty good, at least his legs and feet are very flexible."

"Yeah, I wasn't as fast as him when I was young."

While Liao Wenjie and Huang Sir were talking sarcastically, Zhou Xingxing picked up the metal box and opened it, which was full of beautiful knives.

"Okay, everyone gets the stolen goods as well. This trip tonight was not in vain."

Huang Sir took out his American knife and flicked it to confirm that it was a genuine note, and asked Zhou Xingxing to keep a close eye on it. If there was one missing note, he would take it out on him.

When Zhou Xingxing heard this, he hurriedly took the beautiful sword back from Huang Sir's hand and stuffed it into the box.

Liao Wenjie: "..."

As a mere stranger, he just wanted to say that if he were Zhou Xingxing's boss, he would definitely let him get away as far as he could, preferably undercover for the rest of his life.

"Ajie, I see you are pretty good at hard qigong. Why are your fists and feet so soft that you can't even hit anyone?"

Huang Sir glanced at Cao Dahua, who was still running away, and turned to ask Liao Wenjie: "How do you practice kung fu? Your skin and tender flesh don't look like an expert who practices kung fu horizontally?"

"You're just practicing blindly, just figure it out by yourself."

Liao Wenjie said modestly: "I have been handsome since I was a child, and being jealous is commonplace, so I received a lot of beatings, so I just practiced some resistance to beatings."

"Just resisting a beating?"

"Yes, I heard that learning martial arts is about strengthening the body, not fighting with others."

"Ajie, you are so kind! This society is very complicated. Just because you don't mess with others doesn't mean that others won't bully you. Especially for a handsome guy like you, you must learn to protect yourself!"