The leopard-headed man behind him was wildly swinging his alloy baseball bat. Although there was no set pattern, each strike was powerful and terrifying.
Dilu calmly provided cover beside him with his kukri, and when someone tried to take advantage of Leopard Head's momentary lapse in attention to launch a sneak attack, he would slash at them with his knife.
The other two henchmen were also roused to their bloodthirstiness, and they attacked wildly and ruthlessly, as if they didn't care about their lives.
Luo Rong had over a hundred henchmen in the Fulong Building.
However, they couldn't maneuver freely in this narrow corridor. Yang Sheng and his six companions were enough to block the entire corridor, and the number of people they faced at the same time would definitely not exceed ten.
So, with this momentum, they actually managed to fight their way to Luo Rong's office.
A henchman frantically pushed open Luo Rong's office door, shouting, "Brother Rong, something terrible has happened! Someone has broken in!"
Luo Rong threw on a coat and stormed out of the inner bedroom.
"Which branch are you from? How many people are there?"
The younger man quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know, there are only six people."
Luo Rong immediately roared, "Six people and you're scared like this? Useless! Ah Hui!"
The door next to him was pushed open, and Nanshan Hu, while wrapping white burlap around his hands, said expressionlessly, "Understood, boss. I'll take care of it. I won't disturb your sleep."
Luo Rong sat back down in his office chair, opened the safe next to him, took out a stack of documents, and muttered to himself as he looked at them:
"When you get old, it's not so easy to fall back asleep if you're woken up."
Oh shit!
No matter which gang they belong to, kill them all!
Yaohui nodded and drew a strange dagger from his waist.
The dagger had a tiger-shaped hilt with upright spikes, while the blade was a long, narrow dagger that gleamed with a cold, sharp edge.
Yaohui gripped the knife in his backhand, pushed aside the henchmen blocking his way, and walked towards Yang Sheng and the others.
"Brother Hui is here! Everyone make way!"
Yang Sheng looked up and immediately felt a chilling aura wash over him.
Yao Hui's face was expressionless, unlike the other British Associated Press underlings who would bark and slash at him with knives.
But his gaze toward Yang Sheng was incredibly cold, as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Hey handsome, watch out! This guy is none other than Tiger Yaohui from Nanshan, not some ordinary idiot."
Two years ago in Japan, this guy single-handedly killed more than a hundred people from the Kawada gang, opening up a channel for Luo Rong to sell counterfeit goods in Japan. The Japanese soldiers he killed almost called the police.
I heard that as early as ten years ago, Luo Rong spent a lot of money to send him to Thailand to study Muay Thai under the tutelage of Thai boxing champion "Death Star" Somdej Sudatta.
This guy isn't that lazy Muay Thai master I used to apprentice under. Ancient Muay Thai wasn't for fighting in the ring; it was for killing!
As soon as the foreigner finished speaking, Yaohui took a step and rushed over at lightning speed.
As his right fist slammed down, the sharp spikes on his brass knuckles gleamed and instantly magnified before Yang Sheng's eyes.
Yang Sheng instantly reversed his grip on the triangular dagger, raised his sword to parry, and with a loud 'clang', both of them felt a tremendous force coming from it.
The next moment, Yaohui twisted his waist and his right leg came down like a long whip, kicking straight at Yang Sheng's temple!
A cold wind swept in, but instead of retreating, Yang Sheng advanced, leaning his entire body into Yao Hui's arms.
With a swift movement of his left arm, he deflected the force of the kick, and then slammed his right fist, gripping the triangular spike, down hard on Yaohui's right leg!
Progressive block and punch!
This punch was like a heavy hammer; if it had hit Yao Hui's right leg, it would have crippled him.
But at the crucial moment, Yaohui changed his leg into a knee and slammed it into Yang Sheng's right fist.
Yang Sheng's punch felt like hitting a steel plate, and his arm went numb instantly.
Yao Hui, however, acted as if nothing had happened, unleashing a barrage of punches and knees that instantly forced Yang Sheng back several steps.
The triangular dagger is effective for instant kills, but its versatility is far inferior to Yaohui's knuckle duster.
And this strange weapon is perfect for Muay Thai.
After a punch, he immediately followed up with a backhand stab, flick, slash, and cut, displaying extreme malice.
Compared to that Vietnamese guy Nguyen Phong, Yao Hui is clearly much more difficult to deal with.
This guy isn't practicing kung fu, he's practicing Muay Thai, a killing technique.
Muay Thai is known as the "Eight-Arm Boxing Style," meaning that both fists, legs, elbows, and knees can be used to fight. It is swift and ruthless, with attacks as rapid as a storm, giving the opponent no chance to breathe.
In recent years, Muay Thai has gained worldwide recognition after incorporating Western boxing. Many people in Hong Kong triads have sent their underlings to learn Muay Thai, such as Uncle Man, the boss of the "Ghost Man" gang.
But this kind of Muay Thai is more suitable for the ring, while Yao Hui learned ancient Muay Thai.
This development dates back to ancient times. The military combat techniques of the Sukhothai Kingdom of Siam abandoned all arena rules and pursued the ultimate lethality. In some aspects, they were even extremely primitive, with teeth being used as weapons.
Yao Hui's deflection of Yang Sheng's blocking punch was not as nonchalant as he appeared.
At least Yang Sheng could clearly feel that Yao Hui's right leg was significantly slower than his left, but he seemed to feel no pain and could still fight wildly. His endurance was more suitable for Muay Thai.
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