Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Damn it, you dare to hit me?"

"How dare you hit my leg?"

Little Ke Lei knelt on the ground with one leg and roared loudly in front of Du Yongxiao.

His subordinates also looked at all of them.

After all, they were also gangsters, but they had never seen such a cruel person as Du Yongxiao, who would shoot at the slightest disagreement.

King Kong, Shahru Khan and others have long been numb to this. It would be a miracle if Du Yongxiao didn't shoot.

"Why are you still standing? Get rid of him!" Little Corey yelled at his subordinates.

He was a lunatic, but those subordinates were not lunatics. Seeing King Kong holding a bazooka, everyone dared not step forward.

"Shit! I told you to go up and kill him!" Little Corey yelled again.

Without further ado, Du Yongxiao kicked him to the ground: "Are you a fool, can't understand people's words, can't see the situation clearly?"

Just as Little Ke Lei was about to struggle to stand up, Du Yongxiao kicked him over again.

Little Ke Lei continued to get up, Du Yongxiao continued to kick, the cat caught the mouse, and teased him.

Snapped!

Little Corey was kicked over again.

This time Du Yongxiao was impatient.

This Corey is a psycho.

Without waiting for him to get up, Du Yongxiao stepped on his face with one foot, crushing his cheek: "You know, you are like a dog now!"

Little Ke Lei gritted his teeth, glared at Du Yongxiao and remained silent.

"Go back and send a message, first, you Brother Corey can no longer do the arms and drug business, at least before I leave London! If you disobey, I will wipe out your gang!

Second, since you have made money, you must know how to use it for charity. As for the specific amount, I will tell you personally when I meet you!

The third and most important point is that I don't like you, so don't let me see you again, otherwise, I will hit you once! "

After Du Yongxiao finished speaking, he let go of his foot. Seeing that Ke Lei was still staring at him, he kicked him on the chin without saying a word!

Boom!

Teeth kicked!

Mouth bleeding.

Looking at the little Ke Lei lying on the ground, Du Yongxiao nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand: "Withdraw—"

After Du Yongxiao left, those subordinates dared to step forward to help Ke Lei up.

Little Ke Lei was ravaged by Du Yongxiao.

Previously arrogant and domineering, nothing remained.

Like a pig's head, there are no teeth in the mouth.

Little Kelei clenched his fists and stared at the place where Du Yongxiao left, suddenly pushed away the men who were supporting him, punched and kicked them again, fell to the ground again, couldn't hold it anymore, and cried loudly.

Du Yongxiao didn't care about his physical beating, but the crushing of his spirit, especially his self-esteem, made him on the verge of collapse.

He is the famous little Corey!

Have you ever been insulted like this?

In the past, he was the one who insulted others, and no one dared to disrespect him.

Especially Du Yongxiao's sentence "You look like a dog" made his self-esteem fall to dust, which was more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Du Yongxiao, I will remember you! Yes, I will take revenge! I will!" Xiao Kelei waved his fist, Hughes roared.

...

London, Central Hospital.

Outside the emergency room, thirty or forty white men from Corey's gang stood outside, smoking cigarettes, making loud noises together, regardless of whether the hospital banned smoking or not.

The doctors, nurses, and other patients in the hospital dared not speak up about this, and directly avoided it.

As the largest gang in the East End of London, the second leader, Corey, was shot and beaten into a pig's head, which is definitely a shocking event.

These gang leaders rushed to the hospital immediately after inquiring, and at this time, Little Corey had already been pushed into the emergency room.

"Go! Send someone to investigate that damn Chinese man! God, he dared to hit Mr. Corey! Get him out! I'm going to throw him into the sea to feed the sharks!" A white young man with a bulldog tattooed on his neck shouted to his companions.

Standing beside him was a white man with a slightly rosy nose. When he heard him speak, he said, "I heard that the Chinese dog is from MI6! Things seem to be difficult! As you know, we usually manage all It's the people from the Metropolitan Police, who don't have much contact with MI6! But I heard that they are quite scary! Even the government has no jurisdiction."

"Mr. Corey is here!" Someone in the crowd yelled, and more than thirty people fell silent, looking towards the door.

Outside the door, a white man in a black suit opened the door, and Ronald Corey, the leader of the Corey Gang, the largest gang in East London, walked in from outside.

Corley in front of him is a well-dressed British gentleman, with a fashionable back hair, wearing a neat and clean black suit, a long black windbreaker, a black top hat, and a thong on his chest. Folding flowers, no matter how you look at them, they are upper-class people, not street gangsters.

Ronald Corey is thirty-three years old this year. Compared with his younger brother, he exudes elegance and nobility.

Since he became a bigwig in the East End of London, he began to formally contact the high society in London, dealing with the mayor of London and members of Congress, and also began to learn to drink red wine, taste cigars, listen to classical music, and package himself as a senior person.

And his efforts were not in vain. While dealing with the high society and making friends with celebrities and dignitaries, his business was getting better and better, and he obtained more and more resources.

So much so that what he does now is just the opposite of his brother Corey Jr. If he can't do anything, he won't do anything, and everything will go through legal procedures.

He will instruct his subordinates to do those shady things only when it is really a last resort. Therefore, in the East District, where good and bad people are mixed, he thrived even more.

But at this time, Corey's face was not so high-spirited. He was having a private meeting with the British actress Elder in a private villa, and he received the news that his brother Corey was seriously injured and sent to the hospital. Hit two bullets.

Little Ke Lei has been by his side for so many years, and has experienced both large and small battles. Although he is usually crazy, he has never been injured very much, but this time he was injured the most seriously.

Corey immediately sent the female star home and drove to the hospital. He wanted to see his brother out of danger with his own eyes.

"How's my brother's injury?" Corey took off his black top hat and handed it to the younger brother beside him, and asked the crowd on the opposite side.

The young Caucasian man with a bulldog tattoo on his neck came over and said respectfully, "He's still picking up bullets in the emergency room! I heard from the doctor that the bullet is compressing the blood vessels in the thigh, which is troublesome."

Corey looked at the white young man and asked, "Where's his bodyguard?"

The white youth hurriedly said, "I'll call them over!"

Soon, Little Corey's bodyguards lined up, respectfully bowing and standing in front of Corey.

"Are you my brother's bodyguards?"

The leader hurriedly nodded: "Yes, sir!"

Corey drew a gun from his arms——

bang bang!

Two shots hit each other's legs.

After firing the gun, he said lightly: "What use are you for?"