Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 8 Chen Haonan

as predicted.

The alley was bustling with people.

Hung Hing boss, Handsome Kun, was cornered in an alley by Chan Ho-nam and his gang, and was even doused with a bucket of kerosene.

Because there were so many people, no one noticed Li Jian's presence.

Chan Ho-nam fiddled with his lighter, leaned closer to Leung Kwan, and said with a smug look, "What are you doing? Afraid of dying? Why did you kill my boss's whole family? Why were you so ruthless?"

The ruthless Liang Kun looked pitiful at this moment, and his voice softened a bit: "Why are you slandering someone's innocence? Show me the evidence if you dare!"

Even Liang Kun's men started to betray him: "If you dare to do it, you have to dare to admit it. Don't be a coward!"

Seeing that everyone was kicking him while he was down, Liang Kun suppressed his temper and said, "Hao Nan, speaking of which, we've been friends since we were kids, and I've taken good care of you."

Chan Ho-nam took a bottle of beer from the stutterer and smashed it directly on the head of Young Kun.

*Crack*—Lang Kun's head was split open, and blood flowed freely.

Liang Kun screamed and knelt on the ground.

Jiao Pi snatched the shotgun from Shan Ji and charged over.

bah—

Poor Liang Kun had just been hit by a bottle when Jiao Pi hit him on the head with the butt of a gun.

Seizing the opportunity, Liang Kun suddenly launched an attack.

"Get away! Get out of here!"

Handsome Kun, armed, took Jiao Pi hostage.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Chan Ho-nam and Chicken looked relaxed, seemingly unafraid of the grenades in Leung Kwan's hands.

Li Jian knew his time had come.

"Hey, who just smashed my char siu bao?"

A lazy voice rang out, startling all the gangsters in the alley.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

A gangster pointed a knife at Li Jian: "You little brat, this is Hung Hing business, get out of here or I'll kill you!"

Li Jian shrugged and laughed, "Young man, don't be so hot-tempered. The martial world isn't all about fighting and killing."

How could the gangsters resist? With all their bosses present, it was the perfect opportunity to show off!

"You bastard, stop babbling and go to hell!"

The gangsters raised their knives and began to slash.

A hint of mockery flashed in Li Jian's eyes as he leaned forward and thrust his right elbow straight into the gangster's chest.

click-

The gangster screamed in agony as his sternum shattered and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

This move was ruthless and vicious, immediately stunning the crowd.

Chan Ho-nam's gaze sharpened. "Brother, which side are you on? This is a Hung Hing family matter. Please don't interfere."

Li Jian shrugged: "Oh, so it's Hung Hing. How scary. But I was just walking down the street, eating char siu bao and singing a song, when suddenly you Hung Hing guys bumped into me and sent me flying. My char siu bao rolled all over the ground."

Do you know how expensive char siu bao (barbecued pork buns) are?

Chan Ho-nam's expression changed: "Then what do you plan to do?"

Li Jian laughed and said, "It's very simple. First, apologize; second, go and buy me a basket of the exact same char siu bao."

"So, brother, you're not planning to let this go peacefully?"

Chan Ho-nam's expression grew increasingly grim.

If he actually did as Li Jian asked, then he'd be finished with his career.

Chicken pointed at Li Jian and shouted, "Brother Nan, why are you wasting your breath on this bastard? Chop him up!"

Chicken led the charge, and the other gangsters drew their knives and joined the fray.

As the focus of this incident, Leung Kwan was ironically sidelined.

Liang Kun was completely bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

He racked his brains but couldn't remember where he had seen Li Jian before.

Li Jian sneered and picked up a bamboo pole from the ground.

Snapped--

The bamboo pole struck the face of the first gangster who rushed over.

The gangster was struck on the face with a bamboo pole, sent flying backward, and crashed to the ground, unable to get up.

These gangsters are all people who live on the edge.

Everyone's hands were stained with blood.

Therefore, Li Jian did not hold back.

Xingyiquan originated from the spear and became a fist art. It takes Yue Fei as its founder, and its signature weapon is the spear.

Unfortunately, due to limited resources, they could only use bamboo poles to support it.

The Xingyi spear technique has three simple stances.

Reversing from the outside in is grabbing, and reversing from the inside out is blocking. Once you've mastered the first two techniques, the next step is thrusting!

One grab, one block, one stab.

If everyone can master the integrated power, the force they unleash will be no less than that of a bullet.

The narrow space in the alley is not suitable for using long weapons.

Li Jian struck first, flicking his bamboo pole and stabbing it into the eye socket of one of the gangsters.

boo——

The gangster's eyeball was caught on the barbs of the bamboo pole and ripped out completely.

Li Jian fired again, this time at the throat of one of the gangsters, shattering his throat bone instantly.

The gangster coughed and coughed as he backed away, unable to make a sound.

This scene made the other gangsters pause for a moment.

When they usually chop someone up, they might break an arm or a leg at most. Despite the blood and gore, it's not a serious injury.

There are basically no ruthless methods that can cripple someone.

Li Jian's two moves are called "Parting the Grass to Find the Snake" and "Turning Stone into Gold".

If Li Jian had used a large gun, those two shots would have resulted in two deaths.

Pheasant rushed forward, raised his machete, and said fiercely, "Don't be afraid, kill him!"

The other gangsters were not to be outdone and rushed forward as well.

The gangsters on Hong Kong Island are still organized.

If the boss takes the job and you don't, you'll definitely get criticized when you get back, and you might even get stabbed in the back.

Li Jian used a bamboo pole to poke the pheasant's chicks.

Hey!

The pheasant let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground.

Every single man present felt a chill run down his spine.

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

Li Jian used only a bamboo pole to take down more than a dozen thugs.

In the end, only Chan Ho-nam and the stutterer behind him were left standing.

The little stutterer stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist: "This, this, is this even human?"

Li Jian approached Chen Haonan, looking down at him condescendingly: "I'll ask you one more time, can you grant my request?"

goo-dong-

Chan Ho-nam swallowed hard, then turned to look at the gangster lying on the ground: "Who the hell hit the boss? Get out here right now!"

A gangster raised his hand and said weakly, "Brother Nan, it looks like it's me."

This gangster is the one who got his face bruised at the beginning.

Chen Haonan stormed over and dragged him over.

"Kneel down and apologize!"

"I'm sorry, boss, it was my fault, I was blind, please forgive me!"

The disfigured gangster was crying his eyes out, acting like he'd lost his parents.

Chan Ho-nam said with a fawning smile, "Boss, are you satisfied with this?"

Li Jian nodded: "Not bad, what's the second request?"

Chen Haonan was stunned; he had completely forgotten what Li Jian had just said.

It was the stutterer who reminded him, "Brother Nan, he said he wants to compensate me and buy me a basket of char siu buns as compensation."

Chan Ho-nam was filled with deep regret.

If he had known it was this simple, he would have bought ten baskets of char siu bao.

Chan Ho-nam pulled out his wallet from his pocket, which contained only a few thousand dollars. He presented the wallet with both hands and said, "Boss, it's so late at night, and I don't know where to buy char siu buns. Consider this money as compensation."

Li Jian glanced at it and spat, "Are you trying to fob me off? I was eating char siu and singing when you guys suddenly bumped into me. I was traumatized. A few thousand yuan isn't even enough for me to see a psychologist."

Chan Ho-nam's face fell, thinking to himself, "What kind of psychiatrist are you seeing, you son of a bitch?"