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Heung Kong, Stanley Prison.

"Xiahou Wu, someone has come to see you."

Hearing the voice of the guard, in the activity room, a short-haired man with stiff facial features stood up with doubts.

By the time he arrived at the visitor's cell, there was a stranger he had never known sitting outside the window.

It was a young man, wearing a dark green trench coat and a peaked cap, with short hair, fox eyes, clean eyebrows, delicate and feminine, looking harmless to humans and animals.

But it was this person who squinted and smiled, and an uncomfortable feeling instantly arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Who are you?"

Xiahou Wu asked.

The young man said gently: "The contemptible surname is Gu, and I have admired Mr. Xiahou for a long time, so I came to disturb me today, just to ask for some confusion in kung fu." ”

Hearing this, Xiahou Wu glanced at the other party a few more times with a little surprise, then took off his glasses, and muttered for a moment, "I don't dare to ask for advice, but since everyone is a martial arts practitioner, it is still okay to exchange experiences with each other." ”

The young man nodded and smiled, "Look at my hands." ”

His hands lit up, and Xiahou Wu's eyes lit up, "This is?" ”

The young man sighed lightly, "I have benefited from these hands since I was a child, but I am also subject to these hands, only dexterity, strength is not born, if according to the practice of ordinary martial arts, these hands will be injured, and more than ten years of hard work will be ruined, but I am greedy for palm power and internal strength, I don't know that Mr. Xiahou Xian can have the best of both worlds?" ”

Xiahou Wu looked at the pair of jade-like delicate hands, pondered for a long time, and then said slowly: "The toughness of your hands is inhuman, it is indeed different, but the muscles and bones of your hands have changed shape, and ordinary practice methods are probably slower for you than ordinary people." ”

The young man seemed to know his own problem, smiled bitterly, and didn't want to force it anymore, so he got up and arched his hand and planned to leave, but Xiahou Wu suddenly said: "You come back after a while, let me think about it." ”

The young man nodded, "Okay, thank you." ”

Xiahou Wu said lightly: "I have the conditions to help you, you have to promise me one thing." ”

The young man smiled: "Yes, what? ”

Xiahou Wu stood up, "I haven't thought about this yet, I'll tell you if I think about it." ”

The young man bowed his head and said, "Okay, I will come back in half a month." ”

Looking at the back of the young man leaving, Xiahou Wu was thoughtful, and immediately returned to the activity room.

But just got in.

"According to the latest report from this station, the police found a total of 13 bodies on the edge of Tagu Ling in the North District yesterday. It was revealed that one of the deceased was suspected of being a wanted criminal, had participated in a number of illegal transactions, and was a well-known smuggler in the black market. In addition, the remaining dead also include many ...... who made their occupation of extortion and capture smugglers"

Xiahou Wu's body shook violently, Huo Ran turned his head, and his eyes looked directly at the TV that was broadcasting the news.

"According to the forensic examination, the thirteen deceased had many wounds on their bodies, and their hand and foot tendons had been broken, but the cause of death was all due to the rupture of the carotid artery caused by the tragic cut of the throat and excessive blood loss......

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Late at night, Sham Shui Po.

In an abandoned factory.

"Find him out, you must find out this guy, Lao Tzu wants him to live rather than die."

The roar was so sharp that it seemed to be stuck in the neck, and the scalp of the listener was numb and the eardrum tingled.

In the dim light, I could see that the person who spoke was a burly bald man, smashing the things in front of him in a rage.

Turning around again, a hideous wolf's head tattoo was the first to come into view, with fangs spitting out, pale eyes, and very fierce.

The big man opened a pair of inverted triangular eyes, staring at his subordinates with a fierce light, eager to choose someone to eat.

"My shipload of goods is all gone."

And at the edge where the light was almost invisible, I saw a huge iron cage locked with unkempt figures, without exception, all women, some in rags, some without inches, what happened, can be imagined.

Just when everyone was silent, there was suddenly a sound of footsteps in the empty abandoned factory.

A figure strolled out of the darkness.

The visitor was wearing a raincoat and a hood, and his whole face was shrouded in thick shadows, except for a pair of eyes under the brim of the hat that looked at him condescendingly.

Shaking off the bloody scimitar in his hand, a light voice suddenly fell into everyone's ears.

"Don't look at it, those little brothers outside you have been cleaned up by me, in the end they are just gangsters, and they didn't kill them a second time."

The big man's face was distorted, and he roared fiercely: "What are you still doing in a daze? Above! ”

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the pistol on the table beside him, but before he could hold it, a cold light flew horizontally, only to hear the sound of "grabbing", the scimitar had pierced through the palm of his right hand, nailed to the table, still trembling.

The scimitar is in front, and the figure is behind.

The bald man only had time to let out a scream, his pupils were already contracting, and a figure flew in front of him, stretched out his hand to grab it, had re-grasped the handle of the knife, and then slashed and picked it up, and threw a severed hand in the air, with hot blood in the air through an arc, and then, fell to the ground.

It was only then that the big man's face turned pale in an instant, and a heart-rending scream came out from his open mouth.

"Ah, my hands!"

The big man covered his broken wrist, staggered back and did not forget to order his subordinates, "Kill, kill him for me." ”

It's just that what happened next made his heart feel like ashes and his expression was miserable.

But seeing this mysterious raincoat man with a knife in his hand, his body is agile and fast, holding a Gurkha scimitar in his hand, flashing into the crowd, his hand is up and down. It's not a chopping or a chop, but a blade sticking to the meat, with the action, driving with the trend, and walking with a touch.

Just dodging and moving, the two of them were already clutching their throats, their eyes wide, and their faces full of horror collapsed. The two of them had blue tendons on their foreheads, but blood was bubbling out between their fingers, their eyes were full of bloodshots, and they couldn't even scream, and they gradually stopped convulsing in the whimpering, and they lost their lives.

The bald man picked up his severed hand with a crawl, how could he care about anything else, and while fleeing, he took out his mobile phone and called the police with a frightened face.

"Hello, Report Center."

"Sham Shui Po, come quickly."

"Hello sir, may I ask what is going on over there? And where is Sham Shui Po? Can you elaborate? ”

"Damn, what the are you talking about, someone wants to kill me, I'm going to surrender myself, hurry up and send someone over, here on the dock, hurry up!"

The big man almost finished roaring, but when he looked up again, there was already a figure standing in front of him, and blood lines were splashed to the ground like earthworms against the raincoat, pointing out ink-like marks.

Cold sweat was like rain, sliding down the big man's head.

Looking at the group of subordinates who were still convulsing and struggling in a pool of blood, he met the condescending calm eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Wait, I can give you money, let me go, a lot of money, and these women, I can give it to you, it's really ......"

"Smack!"

One right foot suddenly lifted from under the raincoat, and the lifting was flickering, but in a flash, the tip of the boot was already on the big man's throat, blocking the words in his stomach again.