In Hong Kong, the waters are shallow, and turtles abound—everywhere you look, there's a big brother.
But those who truly make a name for themselves are few and far between.
Whether through ruthlessness, foresight, or the help of a benefactor, those who become gang leaders always possess some extraordinary quality.
Fatty Chao here has some eye for talent, but unfortunately, he's not someone Han Shaoqing favors.
The force he wants to build isn't a group of troublemakers, good-for-nothings, collecting protection money.
Although some people think gangsters are cool, in Han Shaoqing's eyes, they're the garbage of the old era, a stumbling block to the progress of human civilization.
Since he's here, he doesn't mind being a cleaner.
As for whether those big shots will notice him because of this, Han Shaoqing has already accepted it.
Just as Wu Shihao said, life and death are predetermined, wealth and status are up to fate.
Since he wanted to pursue excitement, he would see it through to the end!
Fatty Chao didn't come looking for Han Shaoqing today, but Han Shaoqing would go looking for him in a while.
Fatty Chao saw that Han Shaoqing wouldn't let it go, so he immediately offered a hefty reward.
"Kill him for me!"
"Cut him down."
"Go, there are so many of us, are we afraid of just one person?"
Under great reward there are brave men. With the advantage of numbers, a group of gangsters wielding steel pipes and choppers charged towards Han Shaoqing.
Han Shaoqing didn't retreat but advanced instead. The first to charge at him was Little Yellow Hair, swinging a knife.
Han Shaoqing moved like lightning, grabbing his head and slamming it onto the ground.
Little Yellow Hair immediately lost his balance, his head smashing onto the ground, blood gushing out. He fell straight down.
Han Shaoqing lifted his leg and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying and knocking down seven or eight people.
The others swarmed forward. Han Shaoqing punched one in the face on his left, kicked another on his right, then grabbed the arm of a person in the middle, kicking him in the stomach and swinging him around to knock down a whole group.
Then, hooking his right hand around one person's neck, he kicked another person away with his left leg, spun around, and flung the person away.
In an instant, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground, wailing in pain. Two unlucky ones fell on top of each other and were stabbed five or six times by their companions' knives. It looked like they wouldn't survive.
Han Shaoqing didn't sympathize with them. Those who live by the sword die by the sword. These people wanted to kill him, and he was already being restrained.
"Leave now, while you still can."
Han Shaoqing wasn't a killer by nature. Although he disliked the gangsters, he didn't want to start a bloodbath if it wasn't necessary. He only needed to deal with the leaders, like Fatty Chao, so he was giving them another chance.
Fatty Chao was shocked to see how fierce Han Shaoqing was, and that his underlings were getting scared. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kill this punk! I'll give ten thousand, and a thousand for every hit!"
The gangsters, who had been hesitant and fearful, were immediately fired up.
Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars—they might never earn that much in their entire lives. They were blinded by greed, and charged at Han Shaoqing like madmen.
"Fools, even if you have money, you need to be alive to spend it!"
Seeing that these people were unwilling to listen, Han Shaoqing stopped holding back. He grabbed two knives at random, becoming a weapon master, each strike a fatal blow.
Doomsday's combat skills were outstanding, and combined with the Sea King's powerful physique, these people couldn't even touch the corner of Han Shaoqing's clothes.
Two machetes in Han Shaoqing's hands were as swift as a tiger, and with each swing, at least one or two people fell. Blades clashed, and blood splattered everywhere. Wherever Han Shaoqing went, the ground was left with a trail of severed limbs and the cries of those whose hands and feet had been cut off.
By the time Han Shaoqing had taken down about sixty people, those gangsters had sobered up, with only fear left in their hearts, retreating in a scramble.
Both of Han Shaoqing's machetes were blunted, with many nicks appearing. The blades were completely stained red, with some bits of flesh and bone fragments still clinging to them, but not a single drop of blood had touched his body.
A gravity field had formed an invisible shield around his body, blocking the flying blood.
Fatty Chao had been in Hong Kong for decades, and had seen a lot of ruthless people, but he was terrified at this moment.
Easily taking down the majority of his men while remaining completely unharmed. Such strength was definitely not something an ordinary person could possess.
At this moment, Fatty Chao thought of the advice of those old men in the gang.
In the dim room, Fatty Chao had just become a seat manager, and several elders of the ChaoShan Gang were solemnly instructing him.
"Fatty Chao, you can provoke anyone you want, but there's one type of person you absolutely cannot provoke, and that's an Extraordinary Person!"
"What's an Extraordinary Person?"
At the time, Fatty Chao had heard the term Extraordinary Person for the first time and didn't take it seriously.
"Extraordinary Persons are a group of people who are different from ordinary people. They are special existences, possessing strength beyond what ordinary people can achieve. If you are fortunate enough to meet one in the future, you must never make an enemy of them, or no one can protect you!"
"Could it be… he's an Extraordinary Person!"
A carousel of images flashed through Fatty Chao's mind as he looked at Han Shaoqing approaching and his subordinates scattering in all directions. He wanted to turn and run, but his legs trembled uncontrollably, as if his body was suppressed by an invisible force. His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.
"Wait, don't run!"
"Take me with you, take me with you!"
Fatty Chao watched Han Shaoqing getting closer, terrified. Looking at the broken knife in the other's hand, he felt as if it would slice through him at any moment.
The thugs had already been scared witless by Han Shaoqing and didn't care about their boss, Fatty Chao, anymore.
Fatty Chao's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He looked up and saw that Han Shaoqing was already standing in front of him. His figure was elongated by the light, and the shadow enveloped Fatty Chao, making him feel cold all over.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Fatty Chao hurriedly said, "I didn't recognize you, brother... no, big brother, spare... spare me. I'll give you anything you want."
"Your life."
Han Shaoqing turned his hand and slashed Fatty Chao's neck.
Han Shaoqing could let the other punks go, but not Fatty Chao.
After dealing with Fatty Chao, Han Shaoqing accelerated, blocking the fleeing punks and saying, "Stop if you don't want to die."
As soon as he said this, the punks reflexively stopped, nervously watching Han Shaoqing.
At this moment, Wu Shihao and the others also rushed down with their weapons.
It wasn't that they were slow; it was just that Han Shaoqing had acted too swiftly. By the time they arrived, the ground was already stained red with blood.
The arrogant Fatty Chao was also lying in a pool of blood, while Han Shaoqing stood unharmed, blocking a group of punks, seemingly without even a hair out of place.
Da Wei swallowed hard, fearfully saying, "Brother Qing is too fierce. In such a short time, he... he, it's unbelievable!"
The eyes of Wu Shihao, Xi Wei, and Ya Qi also became filled with awe and respect as they looked at Han Shaoqing.
Han Shaoqing swept his gaze over the hooligans around him, casually tossing his knife to the ground. He flashed an elegant smile. "Relax, I just need you to stay and clean up. It's so dirty here; the neighbors have to go to work tomorrow!"
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