Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi

"Afa, have you noticed that this woman looks at you a little strangely?"

"Isn't this normal, senior brother? After all, men like you and me, who act like fireflies, are as bright and outstanding as fireflies in the dark no matter where they are."

"That's true, but I'm different from you. In addition to being handsome, I also have more content than you."

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On the way back, Zheng Jirong and Ling Lingqi joked with each other.

Yourong was held behind Wu Liu's back. She had been hit by many flying knives before. Although she had applied their unique ointment of "Huangji Jingtian Fist", she could not recover in a long time. At least she had to lie down in the hospital. moon.

At this time, she was secretly looking at Zheng Jirong's back behind her senior brother.

Now her sealed memories have been restored, and her character has gradually returned to the kindness and innocence she had before the brainwashing.

When she thought of the man in front of her who had been naked with her in the bathroom two days ago...

She couldn't help but feel ashamed and panicked.

Zheng Jirong naturally knew nothing about Yourong's messy psychological activities.

He is currently discussing with Linglingqi how to hang out the leader of the Eight Hundred Dragons, the Seven Dragons of Tears, and get rid of him once and for all.

"Speaking of which, Ah Fa, have your skills deteriorated after so many years in Hong Kong? Why didn't you take down Yao Long with just a few moves?"

Zheng Jirong's face fell, "Senior brother, not everyone has a cold iron pig-killing knife made by General Mo Xie like you."

He continued: "If I had this knife, I could take down Yao Long with one move."

"In that case, let's find a place tomorrow for us brothers and sisters to have a good discussion."

"Okay, senior brother. It just so happens that I have developed a killer move in Hong Kong Island for so many years. I will ask senior brother for your guidance when the time comes."

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The next afternoon.

Inside the Mong Kok [Huangji Jingtian Fist] boxing gym.

Fanny, the female receptionist, looked at the two people on the ring curiously, and couldn't help but ask Yourong in the wheelchair beside her:

"Sister Yourong, who do you think is more powerful among them?"

Yourong shook her head. She had no idea how skilled Zheng Jirong and Ling Lingqi were.

After all, she didn't do anything that day. As soon as she took out the gun, she was shot more than a dozen times.

These people who play with hidden weapons are so ungrateful!

On the ring, Zheng Jirong took the two knives handed over by Amiao.

One is a field machete with a straight back and a straight blade.

One is an old-fashioned round-headed butcher knife.

After throwing the butcher's knife to Lingling Qi, Zheng Jirong said: "Brother, it's unfair for you to use the cold iron kitchen knife. Since this is a competition, we will all use some ordinary knives."

"OK."

"Hoo~"

Zheng Jirong took a deep breath and suddenly rushed towards Ling Lingqi.

--when! !

The two knives were hit together hard, making a harsh metal friction sound.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere.

The two men moved faster and faster, and Yourong's eyes widened under the ring. With her eyesight, she could only see the afterimage of the sword and the splashing sparks on the stage.

——Dang Dang Dang Dang! !

Waves of metal collisions resounded throughout the martial arts gym, and the faces of Yao Long, Wu Liushou and others around them became extremely solemn.

Replace anyone on stage with them.

I'm afraid that by this time, he had already been stabbed dozens of times and fell to the ground dead.

On the stage at this time.

Zheng Jirong secretly marveled that his cheap brother's sword skills were indeed superb. An ordinary pig-butchering knife in his hand was like a dragon-slaying sword, powerful and indestructible!

However, with the help of his super sense, he was able to deal with it with ease.

Unfortunately……

——Bang!

The machete in his hand was cut into two halves.

The front part of the blade was chopped off and was nailed to the wall.

Zheng Jirong shook his head. Linglingqi's zhenqi was so deep that even if he didn't use the cold iron kitchen knife, he could chop a machete to pieces without any problem if he controlled the knife with his Qi.

"Senior brother, you are still more skilled."

"You are also very strong, Ah Fa, but you are still young now and your energy is a little shallow. When you increase your energy in the future, I will no longer be your opponent."

Lingling Qi put on the white suit placed in the corner of the ring, lit a longevity cigarette, and said curiously:

"Afa, you react so quickly now. My knife can't hit you at all. I can only hit you with my weapon."

"Alas", Zheng Jirong deliberately sighed and said: "After all, I am in a high state now, and countless people want to kill me almost every day, so my nerves are in a state of tension for a long time, and my reaction is natural. A little faster than before.”

Ling Lingqi nodded in agreement. He always recognized his junior brother Ling Lingfa.

And in today's sparring match, he had a great time.

Zheng Jirong took the towel from fanny. This woman looked exactly like Arun who was following Thirteenth Sister before.

I just don’t know who is more beautiful between her and Arun.

After wiping the sweat from his head, Zheng Jirong deliberately said to Ling Lingqi: "Senior brother, although my sword skills are not as good as yours now, I have one move that you will never be able to catch!"

"Oh?" Ling Lingqi held a cigarette in her mouth and said disapprovingly: "Try it out and see if it's really that powerful?"

Zheng Jirong glanced at Wu Liushou Yourong and others who were watching, waved to them and said, "You guys go out first."

Wu Liushou and everyone looked at each other in shock, hiding so tightly.

Is it really a trick?

Wait for everyone else to leave the martial arts gym.

Ten seconds later.

A low shout from Zheng Jirong came from the martial arts hall:

"Take the move! The thunder and lightning are so fast that there is no shadow to take off your pants!"

In Ling Lingqi's shocked eyes, Zheng Jirong took off his white trousers with a wave of his hand.

Then, Zheng Jirong was stunned.

"Brother, why don't you wear underwear?!"

"Holy shit, how did I know that a pervert would take off my pants?!"

Zheng Jirong threw the pants in his hand to him in disgust.

You're careless. You should have known better than to show off your pants-removing hand to Lingling Qi.

I didn't expect to see such an eye-catching scene.

Even with a hook!

After Ling Lingqi put on her pants in a hurry, she exclaimed:

"Afa, this trick of yours is a bit strong. How did you manage to take off other people's pants without anyone noticing? And the pants were not damaged at all."

Zheng Jirong wiped his hands with a towel and sighed: "Brother, have you ever heard the story of the oil seller?"

"No."

So Zheng Jirong told him a story, and finally said with sincerity: "There is no other, but I am familiar with it."

Ling Lingqi nodded with great gain. It turns out that you, Ah Fa, got it because you took off too many pants.

If you can practice it well, there is no reason why my senior brother should be inferior to you.

Decided!

Let’s start practicing when we get back to the south!

After the two chatted for a while, Ling Lingqi asked:

"Now that the memories of Yao Long and Yourong have been restored, they can also be regarded as ours. Have you thought of a way to solve the "Seven Dragons of Tears?"

Since helping these two men regain their memories yesterday, Yao Long and Yourong gnashed their teeth in hatred towards Tears Qilong.

Yao Long was originally performing arts in Russia with his adoptive father, and he had his childhood sweetheart A Mei by his side. His life was very promising, but he didn't expect that he would be abducted by the "Seven Dragons of Tears" and into the killer organization "Eight Hundred" just as he was working on a train. Dragon〗.

Not only did he force him to practice a lot of murderous martial arts skills, but he also brainwashed him into a murder tool.

This feud is over.

As for Yourong, not to mention, his master was defeated by the head of Duanshui Shui using underhanded tactics.

She was unhappy and wanted to seek justice that night, but she was knocked unconscious by the bastard "Seven Dragons of Tears" and taken away on the way.

Because of her disappearance, the master who raised her since childhood was heartbroken.

She now has the heart to chop the "Seven Dragons of Tears" into pieces.

Thinking of these two people, Zheng Jirong nodded and said:

"I have asked Yao Long to find an opportunity to contact Tears Qilong today and ask him to come over for support on the grounds that Yourong is being held hostage by us.

With the inner support of Yao Long, we can see his whereabouts as soon as Tears Qilong comes to Hong Kong Island. It is not difficult to squeeze him flat or round him. "

"Now that you have an idea, I'm relieved. It's been three or four days since I came to Hong Kong Island, and I still have to complete the task and go back to the south to sell diba."

Zheng Jirong was surprised, "Senior brother, are you going back after completing the mission this time?"

"Yeah, why don't you go back and stay on Hong Kong Island? All my belongings are in the south."

Possessions?

Zheng Jirong's expression looked strange, thinking of the small attic where Lingling Qi lived in the original film.

He immediately said: "Senior brother, once this Seven Tears Dragons are dealt with, don't go back. Stay on Hong Kong Island and help me."

Ling Lingqi shook her head seriously and said: "I have been a porker for so many years. It's okay to go out once or twice occasionally. If I were asked to join the high society and fight and kill all day long, it would be too difficult for me."

"Alas," Zheng Jirong sighed. He still understood his senior brother's character.

At the end of the original film, he became the ace agent of the organization, but the tasks given by his superiors were not as important to him as having sex with women.

Zheng Jirong thought for a while and said, "Let's do this. I'll set up a meat stall for you at the market in Mong Kok. It just so happens that the guy who used to set up the stall hasn't lost anything yet.

Senior brother, you will continue to be your pork guy from now on, just change the location from the south to Hong Kong Island, how about it?

In this way, if I encounter a strong enemy in the future, I can contact you as soon as possible to help me. "

After listening to this, Ling Lingqi pondered for a moment and said, "Let's wait until we deal with the Seven Dragons of Tears."

"good!"

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Japan.

The headquarters of the killer organization "Eight Hundred Dragons".

A man with a strange appearance, a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks and a mustache was sitting cross-legged in a thatched hut.

He is the leader of the entire "Eight Hundred Dragons".

At this time, his brows were furrowed. In the past two days, he always felt restless and unable to calm down every time he meditated.

The last time he felt like this was when his mother passed away.

But now that my mother is gone, why do I still feel this way?

Just when he was puzzled, the servant outside the door knocked on the door and said: "The leader, [Freeman] called and said that the target strength of Hong Kong Island was estimated wrongly, Yourong was captured, and he himself suffered Seriously injured, I hope the leader can go to Hong Kong Island to support him."

Tears Qilong nodded calmly after hearing this. No wonder he felt uneasy. It turned out to be because his two most proud disciples both made mistakes this time.

Just a social boss.

Small problem, he will personally rescue them this time.

As for failure?

Are you kidding me? I am a master of Qi, Tears of the Seven Dragons!