Outside Fulong Building.
The foreigner pointed to the sixteenth floor, chewing on the fried stuffed trio he had bought when he got off the bus, and said:
"Luo Rong is incredibly wealthy. He rented the entire sixteenth floor, and his office is at the very back, with all the surrounding passageways blocked off. The only way to get in is to fight your way in from the very outside."
"Hey handsome, there are only six of us, is that okay?"
Yang Sheng raised his chin and squinted his eyes, saying, "I told you before that life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are determined by fate."
But where does this wealth come from? It's not given by God, but earned by risking our lives!
Some say that good fortune brings wealth and prosperity, while bad fortune brings only family wealth.
But how will you know your fate if you don't take a chance?
"We've already come this far, are we really going to turn back?"
With that, Yang Sheng walked straight toward the Fulong Building.
The foreigner Wen paused for a moment, then smiled and followed behind Yang Sheng.
The four people behind him exchanged a glance and followed closely behind.
It was already midnight, but there were still many people working overtime in office buildings like Fulong Building, so a receptionist was on duty while dozing off.
Upon seeing the group enter, the receptionist quickly stood up and asked, "Gentlemen, which company are you visiting? Please register."
Yang Sheng winked at the foreigner, who was the most suitable person to come in this situation.
The foreigner immediately smiled broadly and said in a gentle voice, "We're here to see Brother Rong on the sixteenth floor... oh, that's Boss Luo of Rongchang Financial Company."
"Miss, we urgently need to speak with Brother Rong. Could you please make an exception?" "Don't worry, we'll be down right away."
The foreigner's face, which looked remarkably like Leonardo DiCaprio's, was incredibly deceptive. Being gazed at by his gentle eyes, my heart almost melted.
She had also heard that the Boss Luo on the sixteenth floor was not a good person and that all sorts of shady people often came to see him.
Some people get angry and upset when they are stopped, and their reasons for registering are all over the place.
So the receptionist didn't insist, but blushed and pointed inside, saying, "Then you can go in. The two elevators at the very back both go to the sixteenth floor."
The foreigner nodded, but the smile on his face vanished the instant he turned around; his change of expression was astonishing.
Upon seeing this, Yang Sheng couldn't help but think to himself, "This guy is just too good to be an actor. His acting skills are so good that he doesn't even need to attend TVB's training class."
Of course, this is on the premise that he can restrain himself from killing the director.
The elevator slowly reached the sixteenth floor.
Upon opening the door, the first thing you see is the sign of Rongchang Financial Company, along with two young men smoking on night duty.
Upon seeing Yang Sheng and his group, one of the underlings frowned and asked, "Where did you come from? Don't you know the rules?"
Rong Ge is already asleep, and the company's accountants have all gone home. Whether it's borrowing or repaying money, come back tomorrow.
As the younger man spoke, he noticed that Yang Sheng did not stop walking at all and continued to stride towards him.
Just as he sensed something was wrong, Yang Sheng slapped him hard on the head, as if gripping it tightly with an iron clamp, and slammed him against the wall behind him!
A loud thud was heard, and blood splattered everywhere. The henchman slid down the wall and died instantly.
Before the other henchman could even cry out, the foreigner Wen's Type 38 dagger had already plunged into his abdomen and spun it around violently.
At this moment, the foreigner Wen still had a smile on his face, as bright as ever, but it was filled with bloodthirsty madness!
The commotion at the door caught the attention of Luo Rong's men.
Those who were still playing cards and drinking picked up their weapons and pushed open the door, but some of their subordinates were still asleep and didn't have time to react.
"Charge in!"
All the doors around the building's corridors were wide open, and dozens of henchmen poured out.
A large fire axe came crashing down on Yang Sheng, but he used his Bagua stance to easily dodge it by tilting to one side.
At the same time, he thrust the three-edged dagger in his hand into the opponent's ribs, pulled it out instantly, and pushed the opponent aside with his left hand.
When the man fell to the ground, blood gushed out instantly.
He strode forward, and two sharp knives simultaneously stabbed towards Yang Sheng's chest.
Yang Sheng's spine tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bow suddenly springing out!
Yang Sheng, who was behind, moved with lightning speed, passing between the two daggers. His right hand stabbed the right man in the abdomen with a three-edged dagger, while his left hand, like a nimble snake, climbed up the other man's left arm and twisted it hard!
In an instant, the other person's arm was severed, and they fell down screaming.
The henchman behind the two men, who was holding a machete, was pale. He hadn't even had time to bring down the machete before the two men in front of him fell down.
While he was still in a daze, a fierce whip kick came right in front of him, sending him flying, his teeth and blood splattering everywhere.
The mind stops but the hands don't.
As Yang Sheng took those few steps, there was no one left to stand beside him.
His ferocity was so stimulating that the foreigners, including Wen, surrounded him and began to slash wildly.
Although the foreigner Wen was holding a Type 38 military dagger, he used the authentic Wing Chun Eight-Cut Sword.
刺、标、啄、挑、膀、铺、反、斩.
Two or three military daggers danced in his hands, each thrust drawing blood, truly embodying the saying in the Eight-Slash Sword Technique: "A sword never strikes twice, a staff never makes two sounds."
Although his Wing Chun master was unreliable, his Eight-Cut Broadsword was absolutely authentic.
While this type of southern martial art's swordsmanship is not suitable for large-scale battlefields, it can be extremely powerful in one-on-one combat and close-quarters fighting.
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