Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 21: The Funeral Procession Fails

Outside the door, Song Zhaowen withdrew his foot that had kicked the door and stretched his ankle. Behind him, Ahua, Feiji, and a dozen or so thugs from Zhengxing Martial Arts School, wielding steel pipes and baseball bats, looked menacing.

"work!"

Song Zhaowen gave the order.

The plane was the first to roar forward, raising its metal-covered baseball bat and slamming it down on the blond-haired guy in front of it.

A dozen or so thugs from Zhengxing surged into the warehouse like a tidal wave, and the two sides collided instantly!

The narrow warehouse entrance instantly transformed into a bloodbath. Baseball bats pounded against bones with dull thuds, machetes struck steel pipes, sparks flew, and curses, screams, and the clanging of metal filled the air.

Ahua wielded a thick-backed machete, his movements ruthless and precise. With a flash of the blade, he cleaved down a henchman who was trying to sneak up with a dagger, and then knocked out another one with the back of the blade.

Airplane was a complete berserker, swinging his baseball bat with ferocious speed, targeting heads and joints, sending people sprawling in his wake. He himself was slashed on the shoulder, bleeding profusely, but he didn't care, instead becoming even more excited: "Come on, you bastards!"

This guy is a complete mad dog when he gets into a fight.

Although Sang Bo's men were evenly matched in number, they were mostly a ragtag bunch, and caught off guard and somewhat panicked, they quickly found themselves at a disadvantage. Several of his underlings were knocked to the ground, clutching their wounds and groaning in pain.

Sangbo's one eye was bloodshot as he looked at the plane rushing at the front, and he picked up his shotgun and aimed it at the plane that was charging at the front, ready to pull the trigger.

But someone had been watching him for a long time: Song Zhaowen!

He remained still, waiting for Sangbo to show himself.

Sang Bo felt a blur before his eyes, and his wrist holding the gun was gripped by an iron clamp, and a sharp pain shot through him! He instinctively tried to pull the trigger, but Song Zhaowen's fingers squeezed hard, and his wrist bones groaned in unbearable pain, and the force was released.

At the same time, Song Zhaowen's right fist, adorned with iron knuckle dust, slammed towards Sangbo's face with a whooshing sound.

Sang Bo, having risen through the ranks on the edge of a knife, instinctively tilted his head in the critical moment, his fist grazing his ear, the sharp edge of the brass knuckles drawing blood. With his other hand, he swiftly drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed it viciously into Song Zhaowen's abdomen.

As if he had anticipated this, Song Zhaowen pulled down with his left hand that was gripping his wrist, slightly tilting his body so that the dagger grazed his waist, taking away a piece of fabric. Meanwhile, his right knee was raised like a heavy hammer, slamming into Sang Bo's abdomen.

"Ugh!" Sang Bo groaned, his stomach churning, and he doubled over in pain. Song Zhaowen swiftly delivered a chop to the back of his neck, and Sang Bo's vision went black as he collapsed to the ground, his shotgun slipping from his hand.

All of this happened in just two or three seconds. Seeing this, two of Sangbo's henchmen, their eyes bloodshot, swung their swords, shouting, "Kill him!"

Without even glancing, Song Zhaowen moved with incredible speed and a swift twist of his body, dodging a knife from the left. His right hand, wielding an iron knuckle fist, delivered a short, vicious "drilling punch" to the opponent's ribs, breaking at least two ribs with a crack. The man screamed and collapsed to the ground. Simultaneously, his left leg lashed out like a whip, striking the side of the knee of the man on the right!

"Ah!" The man's knees bent backward, making a terrifying cracking sound, and he fell to the ground, clutching his legs and screaming and rolling around.

Song Zhaowen bent down, picked up Sang Bo's hunting rifle, turned the butt upside down, and smacked Sang Bo on the head as he tried to get up!

"Thump!" A dull sound. Sangbo became completely still.

"Brother Ba Wang is down!" someone shouted.

When Sangbo's men, who were still putting up a fight, turned around, they saw their leader lying on the ground like a dead dog, and their morale collapsed instantly.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

"Stop fighting! We admit defeat!"

Ping-pong balls clattered, weapons scattered all over the ground. The remaining seven or eight henchmen all squatted down, heads in their hands, their faces ashen.

Zhengxing also suffered some injuries. Ahua had a cut on his arm, Feiji's shoulder was covered in blood, and two of his underlings were beaten black and blue. But compared to the complete annihilation of the enemy, it was a great victory.

"Tie them up!" Ah Hua ordered, clutching his wound. Zhengxing's henchmen immediately took out the prepared ropes and tied up the surrendered men tightly one by one.

Song Zhaowen walked to the dog cage. Da Hong inside was terrified, staring blankly at the bloody scene outside. Song Zhaowen reached out, grabbed the two bars, and with a low shout, his arm muscles bulged, forcefully bending the bars to create a gap.

He reached in and removed the rag from Da Hong's mouth, speaking in as calm a tone as possible: "Don't be afraid, your dad's outside."

Da Hong looked at Song Zhaowen's blood-stained face and hands, then at the groaning people on the ground, and suddenly burst into tears. He scrambled out of the cage, pounced on Song Zhaowen's legs, and hugged him tightly.

At this moment, Wei Jixiang stumbled in through the warehouse door. He had been hiding in the back, watching Song Zhaowen take down Sangbo like a god of war, and then seeing his son rescued. He was trembling with excitement.

"Da Hong! My son!" Wei Jixiang rushed over, hugged his son tightly, and the father and son embraced and cried bitterly.

"Brother Wen, what should we do with this guy?" The plane dragged Zang Bo, whose head was covered in blood, over like a dead dog.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor."

With a clang.

A dagger was thrown in front of Wei Jixiang.

Wei Jixiang's eyes were bloodshot, but his hands, wielding the dagger, trembled violently.

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Sang Bo, who was slightly more sober, grinned and said, "A coward is a coward~ Come on, stab me! Damn it, if you don't kill me today, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth."

"what!"

Provoked, Wei Jixiang picked up a dagger and stabbed Sang Bo repeatedly.

A white knife goes in, a red knife comes out.

Before long, Sangbo was turned into a hornet's nest.

Song Zhaowen stood by with his arms crossed, watching coldly.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

As the bloodlust dissipated, Wei Jixiang threw away the dagger and collapsed beside Hongzai.

After a long while, Wei Jixiang, who had regained some energy, said in a hoarse voice: "If you want to know anything about Prince Tai, I can tell you. But let me give you a hint: Prince Tai may be arrogant, but he is very cautious in his actions. His subordinates take the blame for all the dirty work he does. You can't kill him with one blow."

"That's my business. I don't want to know about his other messy affairs. Doesn't Prince Tai own a VCD factory? Tell me, where's his hideout?"

Wei Jixiang frowned: "That factory is nothing special. Even if the police investigate, at most they'll be charged with piracy and smuggling."

"Ha, don't ask that."

In the movie, Prince Tai's VCD factory appears to be involved in pornography, piracy, and smuggling; in reality, it also operates a cocaine processing plant, with Wei Jixiang listed as the legal representative. If something goes wrong, Wei Jixiang will be the scapegoat.

"Okay, I'll tell you..."

After the cleanup was completed, a phone booth was found on the roadside.

Song Zhaowen pulled out Huang Zhicheng's business card.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Inspector Huang, this is Song Zhaowen."

"Oh? What brings you here? Don't just offer to invite me for tea."

"Drinking tea? No problem, as long as Inspector Wong is willing to do me the honor."

"Haha, sorry, I'm a public official and I don't accept invitations from gangsters. If you're only concerned about this, I'm hanging up..." He spoke without any mercy.

"Ha, Inspector Wong, don't be in such a hurry. You might want to invite me in a few days. Just kidding, I have some big news—it involves ten tons of cocaine, the biggest new type of drug case in Hong Kong. Inspector Wong, are you interested?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"I, Ah Wen, never joke. If Inspector Wong isn't interested... I think the other officers certainly will be... It's a big case, after all, it means a promotion and a raise."

"...No! Let's talk in person. I'll arrange a restaurant with integrity!"