Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Sit down, dear Carlos, and stop talking! Although you play the piano very well and beautifully, you are getting on my nerves right now!"

Kolobo held the coffee in his right hand, raised his little finger gracefully, and said to Carlos, who had just finished playing the piano and wanted to continue playing.

"Okay, I respect your opinion, friend!" Carlos was about to finish his performance. He came down from the stage and walked to sit next to Colobo. The owner of the cafe next to him hurriedly brought him another cup of coffee.

Carlos said to his boss gracefully: "Thank you!"

The boss quickly bowed and said, "You're welcome."

Carlos threw a sugar into the coffee and stirred it with the coffee spoon. The black coffee swirled around the white sugar cubes in a deep vortex.

"Maybe he won't come." Carlos said, "He is afraid of your power. He is a smart man, not a fool. He knows that he will suffer when he comes."

Kolobo smiled proudly: "Maybe." He put down his coffee gracefully, crossed his legs, leaned on the chair in an extremely comfortable and lazy posture, and tapped his fingers on the table: "Then I can increase my chips."

Carlos also smiled: "Yes, for those weak, it's best to knock their bones and suck out their marrow, so that they can understand what it means to be strong and what to do when facing the strong."

Kolob shrugged: "I don't like Chinese people, especially this one named Du Yongxiao."

Carlos: "Everyone is on the same page! Come on, cheers!"

Carlos picked up the coffee and invited him.

Kolobo smiled slightly and was about to pick up the coffee——

"No, boss, that Du Yongxiao is here!"

One of his men ran in in a panic and reported.

Kolob's hand stopped on the coffee, and the smile on his face was a little annoyed: "It's coming, why make a fuss?"

"No, they also have three hundred troops, and they are all loaded with guns and ammunition!"

"Huh?" Kolobo's face was stiff and he looked at his men in surprise, "You read that right?"

"That's right!" his subordinates said hurriedly, "Now everyone is confronting them outside."

Kolobo looked stern.

This subordinate is considered his confidant and he never likes to talk nonsense. Could it be that-——

Carlos was also stunned.

Three hundred people?

Loaded with ammunition?

Confrontation?

What about filming?

Before the two of them could react.

“A good dog stays out of the way!”

A murderous aura filled the air from outside.

at the same time--

Seven or eight of Kolobo's men in black were guarding the door of the coffee shop, and they retreated step by step, and were forced in by a large group of people.

Looking at those people again, they were indeed wearing camouflage uniforms and berets, loaded with guns, and grenades hanging from their waists. A dozen people came in from the outside, surrounded by a man in a black windbreaker.

The man in the trench coat has a domineering slicked back hair, a crisp white suit, a cigarette in his mouth, shiny black leather shoes, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of sharp starry eyes. He is facing the department at the moment. Lobo looked over.

A simple look, but like a thousand troops, the momentum is overwhelming and irresistible.

"Du Yongxiao?" Kolobot stood up abruptly. Because he stood up too suddenly, he bumped into the table, and the coffee cup and dishes on the table clinked.

"He's actually here?" Carlos also stood up and looked at Du Yongxiao in surprise.

Du Yongxiao turned around and gave Barton and the others a look. Barton understood immediately, stopped and formed an oval, protecting Du Yongxiao in the center.

Du Yongxiao didn't even look at the men in black, and walked straight towards Kolobo and the two.

The leather shoes made a "pop" sound when stepping on the ground, which was clear and loud in the quiet cafe.

The coffee shop owner never expected that the opponent that the five major American families, Kolobo, could prepare for, would be such a young and handsome Chinese youth, and his eyes showed surprise.

Du Yongxiao got closer and closer, and the strong aura exuding from his body suddenly made him feel depressed. He couldn't help but take a step back, not daring to get involved.

Du Yongxiao came to Kolobo, smiled slightly, didn't say a word, just bit his cigarette and looked at Kolobo with squinted eyes.

Korobo couldn't lose his momentum and didn't say anything. He also looked at Du Yongxiao with his eyes.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

This is very painful for those around you.

Whether it was Patton's group or the man in black, they were all ready, holding their hands on the handles of their guns, waiting for the order to shoot each other.

The gorgeous scene in front of you, the glazed headlights, and the beautiful wine bar will be shattered under the gunfire.

At the same time, Carlos, who was standing next to Kolobo, felt great pressure.

This was not the first time that he and Du Yongxiao met.

But for the first time, he felt the suffocating sense of oppression given to him by Du Yongxiao.

"Damn it, how can this Chinese guy have such a strong aura?" Carlos cursed in his heart.

Kolobo was also surprised in his heart at this moment.

He is from an American gang, so he can radiate domineering energy from his body, but the other party is an unknown Chinese. Why is his murderous aura sharper than his own?

Kolob, I can't figure it out.

How did he know that Du Yongxiao was nicknamed "The Street-Cleaning Tiger" and even had the nickname "Blood-Hand Human Slaughter"!

The people who died in his hands still die with their eyes open.

It's just killing people. For Du Yongxiao, it's child's play!

Because of this, Du Yongxiao has a more suffocating and intimidating power than Kolobo.

Du Yongxiao glanced at Korobo one last time, raised the corners of his mouth in a contemptuous arc, and leaned over.

Kolobo was startled, "What do you want to do?"

Du Yongxiao did not take action. He just gently threw the cigarette in his hand, or the cigarette butt, into the coffee cup next to Korobo.

The cigarette butt was thrown in, it made a stinging sound, and was annihilated!

Of course, this cup of coffee is useless.

Kolob's expression suddenly changed.

Du Yongxiao's behavior is undoubtedly a challenge to his dignity.

"Damn it, you--"

Korobo was about to get angry, and those men in black were also preparing to obey orders-——

Du Yongxiao, however, extended his hand to Korobo very openly and said: "Hello, let's get to know each other! I'm Du Yongxiao!"

"Huh?" Kolobo was stunned by Du Yongxiao's move and felt very passive.

Are you taking action?

Or shake hands?

Glancing at Barton and the others behind Du Yongxiao, they looked at each other with eager eyes. They looked like wild beasts, and they were not easy to deal with at first sight.

Although Kolobo felt reassured by the men in black around him, but-——

He is the boss.

Bosses always cherish their lives.

Not completely sure yet, just wait and see.

"Hmph!" Kolobo snorted coldly, as a protest against Du Yongxiao's action of throwing the cigarette butt into the coffee cup. Then he slowly stretched out his hand and shook it with Du Yongxiao: "Gambi Kolobo."

"I have long admired you, Mr. Kolobo!" Du Yongxiao held Kolobo's hand and shook it hard, with a sincere tone and sincere attitude.

This made Kolobo feel surprised again, wondering what kind of drama Du Yongxiao was acting in.

Everyone around him was relieved.

After all, there is no need to fight for the time being.