However, Yang Sheng did not put much effort into this aspect, because he learned kung fu in his early years in order to kill and avenge himself.
He couldn't possibly carry a Green Dragon Crescent Blade and storm the Lin Group to seek revenge, so even if he learned about weapons, he only scratched the surface, focusing at most on some short weapons.
Of these weapons, he practiced the three-edged dagger the longest and was most proficient with it.
After finding Yang Sheng a three-edged dagger, the six of them took a taxi directly to Fulong Building.
At this moment, on the sixteenth floor of the Fulong Building, in a very luxuriously decorated office.
Luo Rong sat in the boss's chair and angrily cursed:
"Damn bitch! Your technique is so bad, you almost hurt my little brother! Should I send you to Portland Street for a few days of advanced training?"
The woman vomited and sobbed, "No, Brother Rong! I'll pay you back as soon as possible!"
Luo Rong pulled up his pants, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and waved his hand impatiently, saying, "At most one month. If you can't pay it back, I'll send you to Malan."
As the strongest leader of the British Associated Press, Law Wing is not the most capable fighter; in fact, he could be considered the weakest.
He came from a humble background and wasn't even as good as a 49th generation fighter.
There's only one reason why it's been able to grow to its current size: Luo Rong is rich, very rich.
Luo Rong started his business with loan sharking and was known as "Loan Rong" before.
While other gangs were still making money through despicable means like collecting protection money and selling drugs, Luo Rong had already turned his attention elsewhere.
He got involved in everything from loan sharking and finance to counterfeit clothing and bags, pirated DVDs, and even the film and television industry.
It was precisely because he was rich that Luo Rong was able to support so many underlings and even dare to challenge Chai Jiu, the head of the British Associated Press.
As I turned to leave, I heard 'bang bang' sounds coming from another room outside the office.
Luo Rong knocked on the door and called out, "Ahui, stop playing so late at night. Even if you're not sleeping, your boss needs to sleep too."
The door was pushed open, and a tall young man, who was at least 1.9 meters tall, walked out.
The young man had a thin, long face and a sinister appearance. His forearms and hands were wrapped in white linen, and he was shirtless. Glistening beads of sweat dripped from his sharply defined muscles.
He had a tattoo on his chest of a ferocious beast with dragon horns, resembling a jackal.
Whenever beads of sweat glide across the beast's crimson eyes, it's as if the beast is blinking, which is extremely eerie.
This young man was Luo Rong's true confidant and trusted lieutenant, Yao Hui, one of the three tigers of the British Associated Press!
Yaohui was an orphan. His father abandoned him and his mother and ran away. His mother also died because she couldn't afford medicine for her serious illness.
There were countless orphans like him in Hong Kong at the time, but only a few could get into Po Leung Kuk, so Yiu Fai was always homeless on the streets.
Once, Luo Rong saw Yao Hui being beaten on the ground by a group of people for stealing half a roast goose. Yao Hui was bleeding from his head but didn't say a word. He was still chewing the goose meat in his mouth.
At that time, Luo Rong thought this kid was tough enough, so he gave him a plate of char siu rice and asked him if he would like to follow him.
From then on, Yaohui became Luo Rong's close henchman, and later became a double-flowered red stick, known as Yaohui the Tiger of Nanshan.
Luo Rong only valued Nguyen Phuong because of his fighting ability; in reality, he did not trust the Vietnamese man. His true confidant was always Yao Hui.
Yaohui's room was right outside his office, so even when he was in bed with his lover, Yaohui was the one guarding outside.
"I just called those three old bastards, Hong Shenglian, and told them to hand over the person."
Knowing these three old guys as I do, they definitely wouldn't dare to confront me head-on.
I'm going to sleep. If Hong Shenglian comes to deliver someone later, don't call me, just drag that bastard to the sink.
Oh shit!
I spent over a million dollars on that guy Nguyen Phong to get other people in the British Associated Press to speak on my behalf and get him a double-flower red stick position. I've lost a lot of money this time.
That Vietnamese guy was useless too; he got killed before even making it past the first round in the ring.
All he does is spout threats and has no real ability!
Luo Rong cursed and swore, while Yao Hui remained silent, simply nodding and saying, "Understood, boss."
"I trust you with my money."
After patting Yaohui on the shoulder, Luo Rong went back to his office to sleep.
His office in the Fulong Building was decorated extremely luxuriously, with a large bedroom at the back.
Yaohui closed the door and stopped punching; he simply untied the sandbag that was dripping blood.
Unzip it up, and inside the sandbag is a mangled, bloody body whose face is no longer recognizable!
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