Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"What?" Li Aiying was furious, "How dare you talk to me like this?"

"If I don't talk to you like this, how can I tell you?" Du Yongxiao said with his hands behind his back, and took a step back: "Since you don't want to talk, then use another method!"

Before Li Aiying could understand, Du Yongxiao ordered: "Beat him!"

Datouwen and Hu Xuyong immediately stepped forward, punching and kicking Li Aiying.

The guards next to him looked stupid.

They followed Li Aiying across the Xiangjiang River and never failed. To be precise, those condemned by them are very reasonable. How can they be as violent as Du Yongxiao?

"You can't do this!"

"How can you hit someone?"

"Is there still the law of heaven, and is there still the law of the king?"

Li Aiying and her companions shouted.

Du Yongxiao smiled slightly: "Come here, find out the method of the king of heaven and justice - flatten him!"

Immediately, plainclothes and marine police rushed forward, grabbed the unlucky guy directly, and greeted him with crackling.

This completely frightened the group of defenders.

It feels like going back to the era of dictatorship, and you will be beaten if you say a word!

"Hurry up and shoot!" Ni frame was trembling with excitement, urging the reporter, "This is a martial arts show! It's all started, and tomorrow's news will definitely be the best!"

The plainclothes and the marine police beat Li Aiying and the unlucky guy wildly, and the others were stunned, but no one dared to step forward to stop them, for fear that Du Yongxiao would get mad and even beat them up.

soon--

The two of them were beaten so badly that their noses and faces were bruised and swollen!

Especially Li Aiying, who has changed into a pig's head, no longer the high-spirited appearance just now.

"Who else?" Du Yongxiao glanced at the two people on the ground, raised his head, and inspected the crowd.

Seeing the miserable appearance of the two people on the ground, the guards who were shouting hysterically just now took a step back collectively, not daring to look at Du Yongxiao, let alone make a sound.

They are only good at fighting with words, when it comes to fighting, they all rush to the street.

"Why, no one stood up? What about your laws of heaven? What about your democracy and freedom? What about your humanitarianism?" Du Yongxiao asked three times in succession, "Are you all stupid when you see your comrades being beaten? If you dare not go forward, then why did you yell so loudly just now?"

Facing questioning, the scene was silent.

Du Yongxiao waved his hand, "Get out! Don't let me see you again!"

When everyone heard the words, they quickly turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

Everyone was shocked, thinking that Du Yongxiao had repented.

Du Yongxiao pointed at Li Aiying and the unlucky bastard on the street, "Take them away!"

"Help the president up!"

"Take the president away!"

Everyone chattered and stepped forward to help the two of them up.

Li Aiying's eyes were swollen into a slit, and her mouth was still stiff. She was supported by someone and turned her head to Du Yongxiao and said, "My surname is Du, I remember you! Just wait and see——"

I haven't finished talking--

"Wow! Whoa!"

Three police cars drive up.

Li Aiying looked up to the sky and laughed, her face twitched in pain from the wound: "Haha, God is open! The police are here, I want to file a lawsuit, and I want to accuse Du Yongxiao of wantonly beating good people!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We want to sue!" Just now, Du Yongxiao was so frightened that everyone shouted like quail.

The police car stops.

A bucktoothed detective got out of the car, spat on the ground, and walked this way.

"Sir, I want to file a complaint!" Li Aiying was supported by someone, and she staggered to Detective Baoya.

Detective Baoya took a look at him, then went straight to Du Yongxiao, snapped, and stood at attention to salute: "Hello Du Sir! Baoyaju is here to report!"

Li Aiying was stunned.

Du Yongxiao looked at Baoyaju, nodded and said, "You came just in time—"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Li Aiying: "Open the eyes of this heaven, and flatten it again!"

...

"You can't do this! We belong to Ming Pao, and we have freedom of speech!"

Ni Box and the reporter were pushed aside by Datouwen and others.

"Ming Pao, I know!" Datouwen said with a smile, "I really like to read the martial arts novels serialized in "Ming Pao", such as "Liancheng Jue" and "The Deer Ding Tale"!"

"Yeah, we all respect you scholars too!" the plainclothes people next to the headlines laughed and laughed.

"But I respect you, and I hope you can respect me too!" Datouwen's eyes froze, "Some things cannot be photographed!" As he said, he grabbed the camera hanging from the reporter's neck, turned on the camera, glanced at the inside All the negatives were pulled out and thrown to the subordinates next to him.

"Hey, put the camera away! Remember, if you want to take pictures in the future, you must ask the owner, don't take pictures of all the messy things, you will die!" Datouwen patted the reporter's face with his palm, and put the camera in his arms.

"How can you do this?" Ni frame said angrily, "As long as I have a pen in my hand, I will write down your affairs!"

"Really?" Datouwen turned his head to look at Ni Frame contemptuously, "What do you do?"

"A book writer!"

"What book?"

"You don't care!"

"Brother Wen, I know him! His name is Ni Box, and he writes a science fiction novel called "Wesley."

"Oh, is that so? Still an excellent sci-fi author?" Datouwen looked at Ni Box jokingly, "Since you write sci-fi, you should know that many things in this world are sci-fi! So—" shrugged , "Write whatever you want! I don't want the elements? I can cooperate with you!"

Ni Frame was speechless, and the gesture of Datouwen completely disregarded the law and discipline, and he looked fearless.

"Of course, something more sci-fi may happen after you finish writing. For example, your newspaper suddenly caught fire, and all the manuscripts about today were burned; or you were suddenly hit by a car, paralyzed in the lower body, and unable to take care of yourself for the rest of your life—— A great writer being hit by a car will definitely cause a sensation, and then your newspaper will have another headline to write about, aren't you happy?"

"You—" Ni frame gritted his teeth, but couldn't speak.

"So if I were you, I would honestly write my favorite science fiction novels instead of making trouble here!" After the big head, he took out some money from his pocket and stuffed it into Ni Kuang's coat pocket, " Take it for tea, no thanks!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored the two of them and turned to report the situation to Du Yongxiao.

Ni Kuangyi was filled with indignation!

Looking at Li Aiying who was still being beaten on the ground, as well as the group of Junzi Club members who were holding high the banner of humanitarianism just now but did not dare to move at the moment, they said angrily, "What kind of world is this? What is the law of heaven? What is the law of the king? No one cares about beating people? Where is the law of heaven, and where is justice?"

Holding the camera, the reporter said with lingering fear: "Please, don't talk about the principles of heaven, kingly law, and justice—be careful not to be heard! Also, let's leave quickly, or we will be beaten if we don't leave!"

"You—" Ni Kuang glared at the reporter. He took out the money stuffed in his pocket and was about to throw it on the ground. When he saw that it was all in thousand-yuan bills, he stuffed it back and said, "Since they are so lawless, let's first to beat!"