my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 43
In the hall, sparks from the collision of flying knives and bullets detonated people's nerves.

This is the art of dancing on the tip of a knife and in the fire of a gun.

Pan Haodong became more and more comfortable in the Vietnam War, and his throwing knives shot faster and faster. If Xiao Zhuang hadn't used two guns and had the advantage in firepower, he would have been on the street.

of course.

The main reason was that Pan Haodong had no cover around him, so he had to hit the bullet with a throwing knife. He was on the passive defense side, and it was really surprising that he was able to survive the gunfire without any harm.

The thirteen younger sisters upstairs were dumbfounded!

If it were her, she might not even have time to react when she met a killer like Xiao Zhuang rashly, but Sir Pan was able to reverse the situation passively and gradually control the situation, which is simply unbelievable.

Can flying knives be better than guns if they are practiced to the extreme?
Thirteenth Sister suddenly had such a thought in her mind, but she quickly shook her head and denied it: "Pan sir is just a special case! No matter how fast a flying knife is, it cannot be faster than a gun. If everyone can use flying knives If a knife can block a bullet, how can the world survive?"

……

"Bang bang bang!"

When the bullet was about to run out, Xiao Zhuang had to pull the trigger continuously, so that Sir Pan would be overwhelmed and give himself some time to change the magazine.

It's a pity that good ideas often don't come true.

If he had shot wildly from the very beginning and didn't give Pan Haodong time to breathe, maybe there would be a chance to kill Pan Haodong who was not well guarded.

It is now in vain.

Ten months of daily training was not as good as one minute of actual combat. He used flying knives under gunfire and resisted Xiaozhuang's shooting for half a minute. Pan Haodong had completely mastered the knife skills he had mastered.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

With a flick of his hand, he shot three throwing knives and knocked three brass-colored bullets into the air. Without further ado, Pan Haodong took out two throwing knives out of thin air and shot at Xiao Zhuang's forehead and heart respectively.

Xiao Zhuang, who had just unloaded the magazine and was about to replace it with a new magazine, saw the flying knife coming through the air, and suddenly his scalp tingled, and he rolled twice on the spot, and rolled under an overturned table.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, a flying knife with a cold light, carrying fine waves swept through the air, pierced through the marble table like lightning, submerged into Xiaozhuang's back, passed through the heart, and shot out from the left chest.

The pupils of the tall and handsome Xiaozhuang suddenly collapsed.

Instant death.

At this time, Pan Haodong slowly walked up to Xiaozhuang, looked down at his corpse, pulled out the blood-stained throwing knife, and sighed: "Xiaozhuang, you are not wronged to die at my hands."

Use the air to control the sword!

Injecting inner energy into the weapon, whether cutting or shooting, can greatly increase the destructive power.

The throwing knife, which could only knock bullets into the air, pierced through the slate table and pierced Xiaozhuang's chest after Pan Haodong poured his inner energy into it. It was terrifying.

It's no wonder that elder brother Ling Lingqi was able to kill a golden gunman in armor with a butcher's knife in the near future.

"...When you cultivate to the highest level with the Qi Saber, you can cut everything in the world to pieces!"

Recall what my brother said.

Pan Haodong is determined to spend an extra half an hour every day practicing sword fighting skills.

……

Soon.

Accompanied by her thirteenth sister, Zhou Wenli rushed down from upstairs and hugged Pan Haodong, whose clothes were soaked in sweat.

"Brother Dong, I'm so worried about you."

"Silly girl, it's all right now."

Pan Haodong touched Zhou Wenli's long, silky hair, and the gentleness of his words and deeds made him look like a sunny brother, harmless to humans and animals.

However, the waiters, dancing ladies, and drinkers present all knew that the sunny and handsome boy in front of them was not merciless at all when killing people.

If you underestimate him, you will die.

A little to appease my good friend.

Pan Haodong put his arms around Wen Li's fragrant shoulders, comforted his frightened friend, and said to Thirteenth Sister, "Thirteenth Sister, I'm sorry, Zixuan Pavilion may be closed tonight."

"It doesn't matter, you won't starve to death if you lose one day's money."

Thirteenth Sister said generously, "Pan sir, the police won't arrive until a while, why don't you follow me upstairs?"

"Alright."

Pan Haodong nodded slightly, and followed Thirteenth Sister upstairs.

The frightened Zhou Wenli was like a bird in the rain, pitiful, weak and helpless, only Pan Haodong could give her a sense of security, so naturally she would follow Dongge wherever he went!
Thirteenth Sister personally opened a bottle of cold beer for Pan Haodong, and then opened a bottle for Wen Li and herself, and said, "Pan sir, may I ask, have you offended anyone recently?"

"It's normal for the police to offend people."

Done.

Pan Haodong raised his head and took a big sip of beer. The feeling of the cold liquid flowing down his throat and pouring into his stomach was really refreshing.

Seeing that Pan Haodong didn't want to say it clearly, Thirteenth Sister didn't ask any more questions. She leaned on the sofa and raised her legs, and said with a smile: "So Pan Sir, you just called Wen Li upstairs and said you wanted to find me. Excuse, right!"

"Half and half."

"You really need me?"

Thirteenth Sister looked surprised.

She is one of the spokespeople in Yau Tsim Mong District of Hung Hing Society.

Hong Xing has set up two halls here, one is Portland Street managed by Shisanmei.

Of course, Portland Street is definitely not the only site here, there are also some of her places nearby, but the main money-making places are all on Portland Street.

Therefore, Thirteenth Sister spends most of her time on Portland Street.

Another Hung Hing branch in Yau Tsim Mong District was managed by Liang Kun. The place on Portland Street used to be owned by Liang Kun. However, when the Thirteenth Sister came to power, the leader forcibly divided the place on Portland Street. Gave it to Thirteenth Sister.

But when she first came to power, Thirteenth Sister's situation was not very good. If she made as much money as she does now, Liang Kun would never let her go...

Back to topic.

The police and the gang are naturally on opposite sides. As a well-known female talker in Yau Tsim Mong District, Thirteen Girls has been registered in the police stations of each district.

So she was curious about what Pan Haodong wanted to do with her?
Definitely not looking for her as an informant!
Under Thirteenth Sister's curious eyes, Pan Haodong slowly said: "Thirteenth Sister, I want to do business with you. Well, to be more precise, Wen Li should be a partner with you."

"what business?"

The thirteenth sister is a little interested.

Pan Haodong asked: "What sells best in summer?"

"Beer and drinks, of course!"

"You are right, but you have overlooked one thing, that is herbal tea! There are vendors selling tortoise jelly in the streets and alleys of Hong Kong Island. Passers-by who come and go will sit down and drink a bowl from time to time. The sales are so hot that the supply is often in short supply. It can be seen that The herbal tea market is huge."

"The Guangdong and Guangxi regions are relatively hot all year round, and people get angry every day. However, in a fast-paced city like Hong Kong City, not everyone has time to sit down and drink Guiling jelly."

"If we buy out a formula of herbal tea, produce boxed herbal tea and canned herbal tea, and then put it on the market, it will definitely be very popular." After a pause, Pan Haodong continued: "A friend of mine in Yangcheng told me that There is a company called Yangcheng Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd., which has a century-old herbal tea recipe, which seems to be called 'Niulaoji', and we can spend a lot of money to buy it..."

(End of this chapter)