Chapter 628
The Hidden Martial Arts Master of the Dongying Group
"Damn it."
Xiahou Wu relentlessly pursued Feng Yuxiu, having already deduced from their previous exchange that the madman's martial arts were not particularly powerful.
They must have used some means to kill Hong Ye and Shao Henian.
Otherwise, how could such methods have wiped out all the martial arts masters in Hong Kong?
His junior sister's moans kept popping into his mind; he had never heard such sounds of pleasure before.
As a result, Xiahou Wu's jealousy turned into murderous intent.
He never intended to kill anyone, and he did so at any cost.
Under the cover of darkness, Feng Yuxiu maintained a distance of 100 meters from Xiahou Wu, his lips slightly curved as he charged toward Dongying's territory.
Now there are only three gangs left, it's time to take down the Eastern British first.
Previously, most of the actors in Stephen Chow's patriotic charity performances came from Tung Ying. Although Tung Ying was an entertainment industry, most of the forces behind it had ties to organized crime.
After killing Jinmaohu, Feng Yuxiu also considered getting rid of Dongying first.
We can't keep dragging this on forever, and besides, Weng Haisheng hasn't shown up lately, so nobody knows what he's up to.
Instead of wasting time on this, we should take advantage of the current popularity and eliminate Dongying.
Xiahou Wu was completely blinded by hatred and anger. He recklessly rushed through several streets and finally stopped at the magnificent Dongying Electronics Building.
After seeing the fluorescent lettering of "Dongying" on the top floor of the building, Xiahou Wu gradually calmed down.
Tung Ying, the largest gang in Hong Kong, was so powerful that even the Hong Kong police dared not do anything about it.
He was the first to seize the opportunity and the first to clean up his image, thus entering the real estate and entertainment industries.
The Tung Ying Group of today is no longer the low-class gang that used celebrities to engage in prostitution; it has truly become a massive industry that dominates Hong Kong's economy.
The disciples of the He Yi Sect trained by Xiahou Wu are definitely not gangsters; they will all aspire to become martial arts stars.
Hung Yip is now dead, and there is a gap in Hong Kong's martial arts stars. If He Yi Men can cultivate a great martial arts star, it will be revolutionary for He Yi Men's future.
Perhaps we can revitalize and expand the sunset industry through the integration of various sectors.
Therefore, Xiahou Wu desperately wanted to get in touch with the Dongying Group. If they took a liking to him and appointed him as a martial arts instructor for Dongying Entertainment, his future would be limitless.
"People from Dongying?"
A crazy idea suddenly popped into Xiahou Wu's mind. He took a deep breath and rushed straight to the entrance of the building.
He watched Feng Yuxiu rush into the Dongying Building, but now his mind was no longer filled with madness, but rather with a certain thought.
"Ideally, they should be from East England, preferably from their high-ranking positions."
"What do you do for a living?"
Two beautiful women in high-slit cheongsams gracefully greeted us at the entrance.
Xiahou Wu paused, slowly loosening his clenched fists, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head. "Someone just went in through your main gate."
The two men were taken aback. "Who is it?"
Xiahou Wu gritted his teeth, "Someone just went in through your main gate. He ran in. Is he one of your people?"
"Nobody's here."
The two receptionist girls looked at each other blankly.
"Sir, do you have an appointment?"
Xiahou Wu remained silent for a long time before slowly raising his head.
"Do you really think I'm made of clay? I'm a person of some standing in the martial arts world. Call out your leader."
Xiahou Wu's cautious and timid self-esteem was completely shattered. He had originally shamelessly planned to have a cooperative relationship with Dongying.
Now even the receptionist at the door treats him like a dog.
The groans of He Yimen Shan Ying rang in his ears once again.
He risked his life for the sake of unifying the sect, but his junior sister...
This innocent junior sister actually slept with another man behind his back.
even……
She even called other men while sleeping with them, seeking excitement.
A humiliating disgrace.
Most men would find it unbearable, let alone a martial arts master like him!
"Sir, what do you want? This is our company premises. You cannot enter without an appointment."
Xiahou Wu forced his way in, and the two receptionists hurriedly grabbed walkie-talkies and called for help.
"A madman has come to the lobby."
"I clearly saw him go in, but you insist you didn't!"
"Go away!"
Xiahou Wu suddenly slammed out his fists, which were as big as winnowing baskets, and the two delicate women's eyelids rolled back as they were slammed straight to the ground.
"You dare to act so wildly without even knowing where you are? Mainland boy, do you have a death wish?"
More than twenty men with buzz cuts rushed out from both sides of the hall in an instant.
The leader, dressed in a suit and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, sized Xiahou Wu up and down.
"Who do we have here? Isn't this Master Xia from the He Yi Sect? What? Master Xia, are you planning to cause trouble here? You're a straightforward person, how could you be so foolish?"
Xiahou Wu squinted. "I'm looking for someone. Your people went in just now."
"That's not right. If just anyone can come to our Dongying Group looking for someone, what would that make us?"
The leader looked around and forced a smile, "Biaozi's brothel... hahaha..."
boom!
Xiahou Wu threw a straight punch instantly, and the man lay stiffly on the ground, his legs twitching and gradually trembling.
The other underlings were immediately dumbfounded.
"Brothers, kill him!"
Seeing their leader get beaten up, the group of underlings rushed over and ganged up on Xiahou Wu.
Xiahou Wu was already furious, and his eyes instantly turned red.
His twenty years of martial arts skills are no joke; he could completely overwhelm these gangsters.
Before long, a large group of gangsters were lying on the ground. Xiahou Wu turned around, locked the door, and then walked step by step to the other floors.
After Xiahou Wu went upstairs, Feng Yuxiu appeared in the hall.
He grinned and twisted the necks of all the thugs on the ground one by one.
He stripped the two receptionists naked and threw them behind him.
"Xiahou Wu, you should also experience what it's like to have nothing."
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In an era before widespread surveillance, the instantaneous stepping of the Monkey Strike Technique was invisible to the average person unless they paid attention.
Xiahou Wu was right; he had entered the main gate of the Dongying Building.
But the instant he stepped through the gate, he activated the Monkey Strike Technique, instantly moving from the gate to the blind spot at the corner.
The two receptionists were chatting idly with their heads down, but for a normal person, the eight-meter distance from the main entrance to the corner would be enough to attract their attention.
Feng Yuxiu was too fast; the step of the Ape Strike Technique arrived in an instant.
Xiahou Wu had no idea that there were actually people in this world who knew ancient martial arts; he only felt insulted.
The chairman of the Foshan Martial Arts Association, a dignified man, has had his innocent junior sister slept with by someone else, and the person who slept with his junior sister has come to Dongying.
But the people from Dongying said they didn't see it, even though they were clearly from Dongying.
There must be other masters in Dongying who possess such skills.
Once Xiahou Wu finds a master of that height, he will definitely be able to recognize him.
The moment Xiahou Wu stepped into the elevator, the screams behind him had already subsided.
He pressed the button for the top floor, and the metal door slowly closed, reflecting his bloodshot eyes and tightly pursed lips.
The hum of the elevator as it ascended echoed in the cramped space.
Twenty years of hard training, the title of Chairman of Foshan Martial Arts Association, and the dream of carrying forward the He Yi Men style.
All of this paled in comparison to Shan Ying's moans piercing the telephone receiver. Those sounds were like a branding iron, searing his pride.
He muttered, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, "I don't care who's behind you, you have to die today."
The elevator stopped on the 28th floor.
The moment the door opened, there were already six people standing in the corridor.
These six men were different from the thugs downstairs. They were wearing matching black training uniforms and soft-soled cloth shoes. When they stood, their feet were slightly apart, and their center of gravity was stable.
At the front was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with his hands behind his back and his temples slightly bulging.
“Master Xia,” the middle-aged man said calmly, “I already know about what happened downstairs.”
Xiahou Wu stepped out of the elevator and glanced at the six people: "Make way, I'm looking for someone."
"Who are you looking for?"
“A madman just came in through your front door.”
Xiahou Wu gritted his teeth and said, "Don't tell me he wasn't here. I saw it with my own eyes."
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly: "Master Xiahou, Dongying Group is neither a martial arts school nor a fighting ring. Your coming up here like this breaks the rules."
"rule?"
Xiahou Wu laughed, "You're talking to me about rules?"
The six people's expressions changed slightly.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "My name is Chen Boxiong, and I am the head of the Dongying Security Department. Master Xiahou, we did not see the person you mentioned. But since you have come and injured our men, this matter cannot be left like this."
"Then what do you want?"
“Two options,” Chen Boxiong held up two fingers. “First, you turn around and leave now, pay the medical expenses for the brother downstairs, and we’ll pretend nothing happened. Second…”
He paused, then said, “There are six of us. You can take them down one by one. If you win, you can search Dongying at will. If you lose, you'll leave with an arm.”
Xiahou Wu stared at him, then suddenly burst into wild laughter: "Good! Well done, Dongying! Today I'll see just how many shady things you've been hiding in this den of dragons and tigers!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.
Twenty years of hard work finally came to fruition at this moment.
Xiahou Wu's footwork was not as unpredictable as Feng Yuxiu's, but each step was solid and heavy, making a dull sound as it hit the floor.
The first person rushed forward, using a Muay Thai knee strike.
Xiahou Wu neither dodged nor avoided, but instead held his left arm horizontally. With a muffled thud, the man's knee struck his forearm, as if he had hit an iron stake.
Before his opponent could react, Xiahou Wu's right fist shot out like a cannonball, striking him squarely in the chest.
The man was sent flying backward, crashed into the wall, and slid down softly.
"Next." Xiahou Wu shook his arm.
Chen Boxiong's expression turned serious.
He waved his hand, and the remaining five men pounced on him at the same time.
These five people have clearly been working together for a long time, and their offense and defense are well-organized.
Two players attacked the upper side, two attacked the lower side, and one player roamed the perimeter, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Xiahou Wu was instantly surrounded, but he remained calm and unperturbed. His He Yi Sect fist techniques were wide and powerful, with each punch accompanied by a whistling sound.
A man with a buzz cut circled around to the side, a baton that appeared in his hand at some point, and struck Xiahou Wu on the back of the head.
Xiahou Wu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without turning his head, he grabbed the baton with a backhand and caught it precisely.
He pulled sharply, and the man with the buzz cut lost his balance and fell forward. Xiahou Wu then delivered an elbow strike, hitting him squarely in the face.
The sound of the nasal bone breaking was clearly audible.
But at that very moment, the attacks from the other two arrived.
A punch and a kick landed simultaneously on Xiahou Wu's ribs and the back of his knee.
He groaned, his body swayed, but he used the momentum to spin around and whip out his legs like whips.
With two loud thuds, the two men fell to the ground.
Two people remain, including Chen Boxiong.
"Impressive skills." Chen Boxiong finally moved, slowly taking off his coat to reveal his strong upper body covered in scars.
Xiahou Wu was panting heavily, a sharp pain shooting through his ribs, possibly a fracture.
These ordinary people were only slightly inferior to Shao Henian and his group.
Dongying is indeed full of hidden talents; there are so many experts there.
But the fierce glint in his eyes intensified: "Enough with the nonsense."
Chen Boxiong's kung fu skills were clearly superior to the others.
He practices authentic Hung Kuen, with strong bridge hands and a steady horse stance.
The two exchanged more than ten blows, each punch landing with a resounding thud, the echoes of their bodies colliding reverberating in the corridor.
Downstairs, the sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached.
In the lobby, the receptionist, who had been knocked unconscious by Xiahou Wu, slowly regained consciousness. Seeing her groaning colleagues on the floor, she trembled as she grabbed the phone: "Call the police... call the police quickly..."
The battle has reached a fever pitch.
Xiahou Wu had a bruise on his face, and his left eye was so swollen that he could barely open it.
Chen Boxiong wasn't in much better shape; one of his arms hung limply, clearly dislocated.
The two men faced off across a field of groaning wounded people, their sweat and blood mingling and dripping onto the ground.
“You can’t win,” Chen Boxiong said, panting. “Even if you get past me, there are even tougher opponents ahead. Xiahou Wu, it’s not too late to turn back now.”
"Turn back?" Xiahou Wu spat out a mouthful of blood. "My junior sister's voice is still ringing in my head, and you want me to turn back?"
He spoke as if to himself, yet also as if addressing everyone: "I entered the He Yi Sect at the age of seven. My master said I was talented and hardworking. I believed him, and I practiced relentlessly, enduring the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer. I thought that when I became successful, I would make the He Yi Sect great and give my junior sister a good life..."
His voice trembled: "But what about her? She slept with someone else and even called me! Who was that man? Was he one of your Dongying people? Tell me!"
The last two words were almost shouted out.
Chen Boxiong was stunned. He suddenly understood where the madness of the man in front of him came from.
That wasn't just simple anger, but despair after the collapse of faith.
“Master Xiahou,” his tone softened, “we at Dongying do legitimate business, we wouldn’t…”
"Bullshit!" Xiahou Wu interrupted him. "Almost everyone in the Hong Kong martial arts world is dead, and only your Tung Ying is alright?"
Without further ado, he pounced again.
This lunge was made with all his might, completely disregarding defense.
Chen Boxiong barely managed to parry three moves, but on the fourth, Xiahou Wu delivered a powerful headbutt that slammed into his face.
Chen Boxiong fell backward and could not get up again.
Xiahou Wu swayed as he straightened up and looked around.
He was the only one left standing in the corridor.
He wiped the blood from his face and walked toward the stairwell.
He dared not take the elevator again; who knew if there might be an ambush inside?
The stairwell was empty and quiet, with only his heavy footsteps and panting echoing in the air.
The 29th floor, the 30th floor, the 31st floor...
With each floor he climbed, his heart beat a beat faster.
It wasn't fear, but excitement.
We'll find that bastard soon.
Once he finds him, he'll crush that man's bones inch by inch, make him kneel before Shan Ying and apologize, and then...
and then?
Will Shan Ying come back to him?
This thought made him pause in his tracks.
The stairwell window reflected his current appearance: his face was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and his eyes were as crazed as a wild dog's. Was this still the respected Master Xiahou from Foshan?
"Never mind," he muttered, "Kill them first."
Just before he was about to step onto the top floor, the stairwell door suddenly opened. (End of Chapter)