Doesn't he have any pride?!

Fuck you!

"Today, I, with my third-class merit, will send you to meet the King of Hell!"

After saying that, Bai Mao ignored his older brother Liu Jian's warnings before he came, that he must not use a gun under any circumstances.

Right now, all he wanted was to shoot the person in front of him.

But just as he reached behind his waist to grab his gun, the members of the opposing third squad, who dealt with pistols every day,

How could you not know what this action represents!

Without the slightest hesitation, knowing that running was no longer enough to stop his team members, he immediately used the "Groin-Grabbing" move from the Black Dragon Eighteen Styles.

He aimed his baton at the white-haired man's crotch and smashed it down!

With a loud bang...

It wasn't the sound of the white-haired man firing a gun, but rather the sound of his pistol hitting the ground...

"Fuck your mother...."

"You're playing dirty tricks!"

The members of the third team watched as the white-haired man, clutching his crotch, writhed like a maggot.

With a wicked grin, he picked up the pistol from the ground, then grabbed his baton and said with a smile,

"Judging from your appearance... you probably can't use it yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mao instantly felt no pain in his crotch.

Right now, he only has one thing on his mind: to kill this bastard...

To avenge the happiness I lost in the second half of my life!

The imagination is wonderful, but reality is cruel.

Even when he wasn't injured, he was no match for the members of the three teams; now that he's no longer a real man, how could he possibly be a match for them?

Ma Dayuan, who has been closely following the Mong Kok battle,

After witnessing firsthand how Gao Ren had brought people from the north, beating up short, clumsy mules and soldiers like children,

His last shred of hope vanished.

"Wang Bao, Lian Haolong,"

"Come to my house."