Ang lee.

The noble person in Lei Luo's mouth, Yan Tong naturally knew it.

It's just that what surprised him was that the junior brother introduced by Zhou Sheng at the beginning, the young man he had never seen in his eyes would be the person who talked about the city today.

And Lei Luo escaped by luck, and the doll was killed, all because of the other party.

Yan Tong looked up at Lei Luo's back and sneered twice:

"The position of Inspector Zonghua has not yet been decided, and the outcome is still unknown. Sending money? See who dies first! ”

"Brother Luo, what did you just say to Yan Tong?"

Lard Boy opened the door of the black car and let Lei Luo in, then glanced back at Yan Tong who was staring at this side, and asked when he got into the car.

Lei Luo said nonchalantly:

"It's nothing, I just talked about the doll strong."

"He's not going to admit it."

The lard boy pouted, and then said:

"Brother Luo, you also know that Yan Tong will definitely not give up. In my opinion, he is the first year of junior high school, and we are the fifteenth, so it is better to find an opportunity to do him. ”

"Nope."

Lei Luo refused without thinking about it:

"We can't break the rules, if we all play this set of errands, what's the difference between them and those people in the community, isn't it chaotic."

"But everything is according to the rules, and everything must be controlled by others." Lard couldn't help but retort.

"Yan Tong is Yan Tong, I am me. Killing Yan Tong is certainly happy, but the news is out. This will only stink the police, make a big fuss, and we errand boys will become a joke? ”

Lei Luo shook his head and said softly:

"The vision can't be too narrow, for the time being, knock him first, sit on Inspector Zonghua, and then find an opportunity to clean him up."

After a moment of silence, the lard boy had no choice but to give up.

The sedan sped all the way past the buildings on both sides, and it was not until it left the armory factory street that the lard boy spoke:

"Brother Luo, there is another thing, the transformation of Changle Club, many side businesses have begun to let go, and Wan Chai has also vacated a large piece of business, Yan Tong took this opportunity to divide the business and raised more than one million."

"There's a set."

Lei Luo reacted: "No wonder I saw him coming out of the director's office, this is to raise money to come and do it." ”

Detectives, like scouts and military uniforms, have a monthly fee, and the management area is full of oil and water, and they get more on errands.

For the inspector, the fee is just a small amount of money, and the filial piety of the large and small associations in the district is the big one.

Hearing Lei Luo's words, Lard Boy immediately said:

"Then why don't we go and get some of it too?"

"It's definitely going to be dotted, but not now, our director is sitting on the ground, a position of Chief Inspector Hua, more than one million can't satisfy his appetite. If he is not fed, Yan Tong will not be able to get a single empty promise, not to mention that not only the commissioner, but also the advice of the chief superintendent is also very important, and only by equalizing interests can he gain their support. ”

Lei Luo thought for a moment, rubbed his eyebrows and said.

"Oh."

Lard Boy nodded, and said no more.

Lei Luo lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, squinting his eyes and thinking about it.

After a while, he temporarily put aside Yan Tong's matter and asked:

"By the way, Brother Zai, it's been two days since the Mid-Autumn Festival, is the shop optimistic? I had a package ticket with Ang Lee, and the results were available in two or three days. ”

"How could I forget this, I was optimistic about it yesterday." Lard replied.

"Then go back to Kowloon first."

Hong Kong has a strong martial arts atmosphere, and the martial arts culture in Hong Kong can support almost half of Hong Kong's history.

In the early years, in order to seek food and clothing, the martial artists from the south mostly taught apprentices in various trade unions, and then gradually used other associations as a base to carry forward various factions of martial arts.

From the 1920s to the 1960s, many descendants, mainly from the Southern School, emigrated to Hong Kong, making Hong Kong a place where all sects and sects came together.

Yau Ma Tei, on the other hand, is the place with the most martial arts halls in Hong Kong.

The iron gate pushed open on the left and right, many students wearing close-fitting short fights to practice boxing and kicks, lined up next to the corner of the wall and placed knives, guns and sticks on the weapon rack, this is a martial arts hall located in the end of Nanjing Street.

As soon as Li An walked to the door, a young man practicing boxing in the hall walked over.

"You're here to learn boxing?"

Ang Lee hugged his fists:

"Is Master Wang from your pavilion here?"

"What are you looking for my master?"

"Bajiquan, Ang Li, I want to have a discussion with Master Wang from your pavilion, please inform Master Wang."

This straightforward remark made the young man stunned when he heard it, he looked at Li An, frowned, and said, "Kicking the hall?" ”

"It's just a matter of advice."

Ang Lee corrected.

Although there is no difference between his coming to the door and kicking the gym this time.

"Advice?"

The man snorted coldly, obviously disagreeing, he turned his head and shouted at the hall: "Someone kicked the hall!" ”

When the words landed, more than a dozen martial arts disciples who were practicing their fists and feet suddenly surrounded them.

Li Ang came to ask for advice before, and he has seen a lot of this kind of thing. Surrounded by people, he didn't blink his eyes, and said in a calm tone:

"You don't even know the basic rules of the martial arts world, do you?"

"What rules? It's you who came to our martial arts hall to make trouble! The young man shouted.

Seeing that these students were about to start when they didn't agree with each other, suddenly a voice came:

"Ah Shen, stop!"

Everyone in the hall turned their heads to look, and a middle-aged man wearing a long shirt and a pair of black cloth shoes stepped out of the inner room.

"Master." The youth shouted.

"Nonsense!"

The man walked to the door, glared at the young man sternly, then turned his gaze, looked at Li An for a while, and said with a fist:

"Contemptible Wang Yunhong, the owner of the Zhou family's praying mantis, the little brother is here to kick the hall?"

Ang Lee saluted according to the rules of the rivers and lakes:

"Baji Li An, the new hall is about to open, I specially came to ask Master Wang for advice, I hope Master Wang will not be surprised."

Where there are interests, there are rivers and lakes, and there will be various so-called rules, and martial arts and kung fu are not a pure land, and the same is true.

To put it bluntly, it is a means of making a living.

An outsider wants to open a museum, but he can't go in directly, and the local martial arts won't let him, because this is robbing people's jobs.

What to do? The most direct and effective way is to worship the mountain gate and show strength.

This is also the process that every newly opened martial arts hall must go, and Wang Yunhong naturally knows it.

He didn't show any anger on his face, but when he heard the name Ang Lee, he frowned and thought for a while, and then asked in surprise:

"You're Ang Lee?"

Li An was a little surprised when he heard this: "Master Wang knows me? ”

"The martial arts world says it's not big, you come to Zhongfang Street one after another to ask for advice, although the victory or defeat of the closed-door competition is not public, but Zhongfang Street is not far from Nanjing Street, and we masters have naturally heard of it."

As soon as he saw Ang Li and saw that the other party was not very old, he thought that he was a young boy who thought he had learned some kung fu and learned to kick the gym.

Now that Ang Li's identity has been confirmed, Wang Yunhong's face has become solemn.

I also know that Li Anneng came to the door one after another to ask for advice and retreated, but afterwards these owners kept silent, and their skills were naturally not bad.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Yunhong asked:

"How do you want to learn from the little brother? Fist? Or a blade? ”

"Everything."

Wang Yunhong looked at Li An, who was empty-handed for a while, and said, "Then let's compare fists and feet." ”

After a pause, he added:

"But the ugly words are ahead, the fists and feet have no eyes, if you and I have a disability, we will bear it."

"That's nature."

Li An readily agreed.

"Please."

Wang Yunhong stretched out his hand and walked towards the hall first.

"What are you kidding? Who is this kid? The master actually agreed to learn from him? ”

"Didn't you hear the master's words just now, the other party has challenged a lot of martial arts halls in Zhongfang Street before?"

"So what, I don't think he's as old as me, and he's only practiced for a few years at most, how powerful can he be?"

Because Li An did not say that he would study behind closed doors, and Wang Yunhong did not let his disciples go out, these students stood aside and discussed in a low voice.

Li An heard it clearly, he didn't care, and when Wang Yunhong on the opposite side stood three steps away from him, Li An's figure sank, put on a posture of Erlang Danshan, and said:

"Master Wang, please."

Wang Yunhong's eyes froze: "Please." ”

After that, Wang Yunhong took the lead, hooked his wrists with both hands, and went straight to Ang Lee's face with the index finger of his right hand.

It is the cloud hand of the praying mantis boxing, also known as the head-on.

This is also the consistent attack method of praying mantis boxing, the cloud hand starts, straight to the opponent's eyes, as long as you take advantage, the opponent's eyes are flowered, and the back is easy to fight.

Li An did not dodge or dodge, his left arm was lightly raised, and an elbow instantly blocked Wang Yunhong's wrist, followed by his right hand up, the tip of the elbow went up and down, and smashed into Wang Yunhong's neck, forcing him to retreat.

Wang Yunhong kicked back with his front foot, and the whole person retreated backwards.

Seeing Wang Yunhong take a step back, Li An grabbed the gap in his unstable body, twisted his waist to the side, turned around and elbowed straight to Wang Yunhong's temple.

Step by step, there is a big round to distinguish the winner and loser.

At this time, Wang Yunhong had just stabilized his figure, and the tip of his elbow with a strong wind had smashed head-on, and he could only lean back at the same time, and poke his hand under Li An's armpit.

"Poof!"

But he didn't want Li An to quickly change his moves, so the tip of his raised elbow was withdrawn and smashed on his fist.

Just as he was in pain, Ang Lee had already turned around, approached him with a bully, and slammed his chest closely.

Wang Yunhong was struck by lightning, although he reacted extremely quickly and crossed his arms to block, he still left his feet off the ground and flew out involuntarily.

With a bang, he fell to the ground.

The museum was suddenly silent.

"Take!"

Li An stood with his fists closed and said calmly.

(End of chapter)