Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"kill him!"

"Razor, I support you!"

East London, underground boxing ring.

The younger Corey among the Corey brothers bit his cigar and shook his fist towards the ring.

Tonight is the weekend, and the most exciting underground boxing match is going on.

This kind of boxing match has no rules at all, to put it bluntly, it is a fight between wild animals.

Londoners, as descendants of pirates, have pirate blood in their bones, are bloodthirsty, and aggressive. Even if they are packaged as gentlemen, they still reveal their cruel nature in the end.

The scene was crowded with cheers.

Razor is this week's seeded player, and he is also a player who has been bought by Xiao Kelei. He was born in a slum in the West End of London and has a talent for fighting since he was a child.

In the ring, Razor pushed a muscular black player into retreat.

"Razor, he ended up!" Little Corey said excitedly.

The audience is also looking forward to the most exciting and tense moment.

At this time, the black boxer suddenly took out a piece of hidden glass from the pillar and stabbed the opponent with a razor.

The razor might as well, the corner of the eye was stabbed, and the blood flowed.

The black boxer took advantage of the victory and pursued. A set of combined punches led to razor-sharp defeats, and soon turned from advantage to danger.

The audience is going crazy, how can this be?

"hateful!"

Xiao Ke Lei, who bought a razor, was furious.

He angrily threw the cigar into the ring, hitting the black boxer on the head.

"Damn it! You despicable black man!" Regardless of the obstruction of the bodyguards around him, Little Corey took off his suit and quickly jumped onto the ring.

Amidst the noise--

Little Corey swung his fist at the black boxer, "Come on, nasty guy! Let you taste my fist!"

"kill him!"

"Damn it, kill this nigger!"

Everyone in the audience shouted wildly.

The black boxers were already exhausted, and Corey was a well-known fighting maniac, so he was powerless to fight back against Corey's attack.

He repeated his old trick, swinging the glass again and stabbing at Corey.

"Come again?" Little Ke Lei was furious, and punched the broken glass with his fist!

Crush the glass ballast hard.

Fist piercing!

But he didn't care about it at all, and directly rode on the black man's neck with a tiger leap.

The black man held him in circles.

"Damn it, let me go!" The black man was hysterical.

Corey's answer was straightforward.

Bite his ear directly.

Rip it off.

"Ah!" the Negro screamed, "My ears!"

The audience howled.

Bloodlust drives them crazy.

Little Corey, biting his ear, rode on the black man's neck, raising his fists high.

"victory!"

"victory!"

Bodyguards shouted from the audience.

"Kill him!" the audience urged.

Corey swallowed his ear, wrapped a scissors foot around the black man's neck, brought him to the ground, cut his hands behind his back, and pressed the black man tightly.

The black person's eyes pop out, his tongue sticks out—

Three minutes later, there was no more movement.

Ho ho!

The scene was extremely excited.

...

"Sir, your suit!"

Little Corey came down from the ring excitedly.

The black man just now was put into a body bag and carried away.

Little Corey opened his arms and asked the bodyguard to put on his suit jacket, and handed him a cigar next to him for him to bite on his mouth.

Little Corey shook his wrist, smoked his cigar in a well-groomed manner, and exhaled smoke with a domineering posture.

"Sir, your hand..."

Little Corey glanced at the wound on his hand, "Give me the whiskey!"

The bouncer handed him a bottle of scotch.

Little Corey unscrewed the cap of the bottle with his mouth and rinsed his hands.

The alcohol made the wound painful, but he closed his eyes as if enjoying it.

"handkerchief!"

The bodyguard handed over the handkerchief.

Little Corey wiped it casually, threw it away and said, "Remember, tell the boss here not to find this kind of rubbish to participate in competitions in the future! Otherwise, I will tear down his boxing gym!"

"Yes, sir!"

Corey led his men and walked out of the boxing gym in a swaggering manner.

Everyone who met him bowed respectfully to him and greeted him: "Mr. Corey!"

Because everyone knows that this is a madman.

Reginald Corey, the famous lunatic among the Corey brothers.

Many times, you just glanced at him carelessly, or a behavior will arouse his anger, and the result will be disabled or dead in the wild.

A black stretched Lincoln was parked on the side of the road.

The driver saw Corey coming out and hurriedly opened the car door.

The entourage inside had already opened the mini bar and started making cocktails.

He knew that Corey had to have a drink every time he came out of the ring.

Little Corey got into the car surrounded by his subordinates.

The driver opened the car smoothly and drove towards the villa in East London.

In the East End of London, that is the world of the Cray Brothers.

Suddenly, Lincoln slammed on the brakes.

Little Corey, who was sipping a cocktail with his arms around the beauty, spilled the wine directly on his pants.

"Damn it!"

Corey was furious.

The beauty hurriedly took out a handkerchief to help him wipe his pants.

The driver turned pale with fright.

"No, sir! Yes yes yes—"

Pointing to the front, "There is a car rushing out!"

Little Corey took a closer look, and sure enough, a black Mercedes was blocking the front.

"Shit! How dare you block my way?" Xiao Kelei laughed back angrily.

Just about to order his subordinates to go up and grab people.

The car door opened, and Du Yongxiao got out of the car.

He glanced at Corey's car, then took out a cigarette and bit it, took out the lighter and lit it, and then walked over calmly.

Before the bodyguard stepped forward, Du Yongxiao took out his ID first: "MI6!"

The bodyguard immediately stopped and looked back at Little Corey.

They know exactly what MI6 is called.

Little Ke Lei was also stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the people from the Military Intelligence Department would look for it.

He got out of the car, without changing his arrogant appearance, biting his cigar and staring at Du Yongxiao: "When did MI6 recruit Chinese dogs?"

Du Yongxiao smiled: "You should ask why I am looking for you."

"Is it useful? What qualifications do you have to talk to me like a Chinese dog? Just rely on your broken certificate?"

Little Corey's expression became more and more arrogant, "Believe it or not, I let someone sink you into the London River?"

"Are you a threat? Threatening an MI6 director?"

"Supervisor?" Xiao Ke Lei was slightly taken aback, and looked at Du Yongxiao again, with a little surprise in his eyes. After all, there are very few young military directors like Du Yongxiao, let alone a Chinese?

But Little Corey immediately dismissed it and said, "So what?"

"You shouldn't tell me what you said, you should ask them!" Du Yongxiao pointed behind Ke Lei.

Corey looked back and was stunned. King Kong was facing him with a bazooka!

Shah Ruhan led dozens of military intelligence agents all in black suits, ready to fight.

Kolei's men panicked and got ready to fight.

Little Ke Lei smiled, and looked at Du Yongxiao again: "So I came prepared!"

"This is the East End of London, and it's your territory. I have to come prepared."

Little Corey shrugged nonchalantly, then pointed at Du Yongxiao's nose with a cigar between his fingers: "You Chinese dog! Thinking that you can scare me like this is so powerful?" His tone was contemptuous and disdainful.

"Of course not!" Du Yongxiao finished speaking, lifted his clothes, and drew his gun——

boom!

A shot hit Little Corey's left leg!

"Damn it!" Corey yelled.

boom!

Du Yongxiao made another shot.

Corey got down on one knee!

Kneeling hard in front of Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao spun the revolver and put it back into the holster: "Now, is it powerful or not?"