A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Boss, are you looking for me?"

Li Xiangdong arranged the training plan and rushed back to the bar.

"Come with me to attend the funeral of an old friend. By the way, the training was not delayed, right?"

Wang Zuluo glanced at the training uniform Li Xiangdong was wearing and didn't say much.

A suit was originally arranged for Li Xiangdong, but Li Xiangdong felt that the suit was too awkward, especially when it restricted his performance during fights, so he found similar training uniforms from the Flying Tigers and wore them.

Wang Zuluo had no objection to this. The suit had no effect at all except for being more stylish.

What's more, if Li Xiangdong wears training uniforms and follows him, others will know that Li Xiangdong is a bodyguard at a glance, and he can attract more enemy attention when he takes action.

"With just those few people, they can add up to a platoon at most. Jingsheng and the others can lead them."

Li Xiangdong had no pressure at all to train with only thirty people.

"That's good, let's go."

Wang Zuluo was very satisfied with the abilities of Li Xiangdong and the others. It was not like Wang Zuluo had never thought about training by himself. It was not easy to acquire knowledge in his previous life, and he knew more or less some training methods.

But it's one thing to know, and it's another thing to do it yourself. Wang Zuluo only persisted for one morning and then gave up.

After getting off the car and getting into his bulletproof off-road vehicle, Li Xiangdong was responsible for driving.

"Can you get used to a right-hand drive car?" Wang Zuluo asked casually as he watched Li Xiangdong getting familiar with the car.

"Absolutely, but I don't quite understand the traffic rules on Hong Kong Island."

Li Xiangdong told the truth, although he has also driven in the mainland. But the current traffic rules in the Mainland are almost like no rules at all.

There are few cars on the road, so just drive casually as long as you don't hit anything. But Hong Kong Island is different. There are cars everywhere and traffic police patrolling, which makes Li Xiangdong a little cautious.

"Okay, then you can sit in the passenger seat." Wang Zuluo was also afraid that Li Xiangdong would be unsure about driving, so he asked Aguang to find a gangster to drive.

There were three cars in total. The first one was a black Mazda driven by Xin Lianying's gangster. There were four people inside including the driver.

Wang Zuluo's car was in the middle. Apart from the driver, there were only Wang Zuluo in the back seat and Li Xiangdong in the co-pilot. There was also a black business car behind him, with seven gangsters sitting in it.

The motorcade drove along Argyle Street towards Diamond Hill Cemetery (New Kowloon Cemetery No. 8) in Wong Tai Sin District, which is located near Tsz Wan Hill and is a common burial place for citizens.

Baguan's coffin is now placed in the Diamond Hill Funeral Home, waiting to be cremated and then buried.

The invitation written by Liangkun was from Diamond Hill Funeral Home.

It can be said that Liangkun treated Baguan quite well. No matter what his purpose was, it was Liangkun who took care of Baguan's funeral.

When passing by Nathan Road, Wang Zuluo saw the traffic police setting up traffic jams at the intersection.

"Such a huge formation, even with spikes?"

Looking at the heavily armed traffic police, Wang Zuluo felt sorry for the black van. How much trouble did it have to cause to be treated like this?

"Boss, where are we going?"

Hiei, who was driving, turned back to Sasaki Miho and asked.

"Go to Ciyun Mountain, where all our people are, and join them there."

Miho Sasaki took the phone and started dialing, preparing to have her men sent out to ambush Chen Haonan and others to pick her up.

Because the money for hiring a swordsman was robbed before, Miho Sasaki sent her men out.

Today, Chen Haonan and the others are going back to Ciyun Mountain, and they will go to the Diamond Hill Funeral Home to give a speech at the invitation of Liangkun with Big Boss B.

Although Big Boss B promised to go there, he still called his most trusted Chen Haonan back to Ciyun Mountain from Causeway Bay.

Therefore, the men sent by Sasaki Miho were in ambush near Diamond Mountain, preparing to capture Chen Haonan and several others on the road before leaving.

"Boss, we have laid an ambush. This time there will be no mistakes."

When Bai Zhao saw that the caller was his boss, he immediately expressed his work attitude.

"Abandon the mission now and prepare to pick me up. There are gunmen chasing me behind my car..."

Sasaki Miho told her experience at this time as briefly as possible.

"Boss, you drove to Diamond Hill Funeral Home. We have already disguised ourselves as staff and infiltrated inside. We can't leave now."

Bai Zha looked at the hundreds of young and Dangerous boys standing neatly outside and reported helplessly to his boss.

Now if these disguised staff suddenly evacuated, Liangkun would go crazy on the spot.

Liangkun is about to use this memorial service of Baguan to give Big Brother B a showdown. But the staff has given up the job, so where should Liangkun put his face?

What's more, he also invited many well-known people on the road to come over. Even Mong Kok's latest rise, Mad Dog Lo, sent invitations.

If he really messed up the memorial service, Liangkun would be really famous on the road.

"Stop calling and get ready quickly. People attending the memorial service will be here soon!"

Liangkun was stupid and strong. Seeing that the priest was sitting on Brother Baguan's coffin and making a phone call, he immediately came over and reminded him.

Looking at the priest in front of him strangely, Shaqiang always felt that he was different from ordinary priests and had a kind of charlatanism.

I wonder which priest in Hong Kong would sit on a coffin and make a phone call?

"Yes... yes, we'll be ready soon. I'll be sure to take care of it." Bai Zha said with a double entendre. After hearing that his boss agreed to come, he immediately put away the phone.

Shaqiang nodded with satisfaction, then sat on Brother Baguan's coffin, took out a cigarette and handed it to Bai Zhao, who was disguised as a priest.

"Father, have you ever been a young and Dangerous boy before? You have so much aura."

Bai Zha looked at the cigarette handed to him, and then looked at the coffin containing Ba Guan, with a strange look on his face.

Did this bastard really come to the memorial service?

Smoking here?

Aren't you afraid that the one lying inside will suddenly sit up and ask for one so that we can enjoy it together?

"Hmm...yes, I used to be a dwarf mule for a while, but then I changed careers."

He has indeed changed his career, from a dwarf mule to a mercenary. Now he is still a high-ranking member of the Ma Tianshou criminal group, with more than 500 armed mercenaries under his command.

It's a pity that he only brought a small number of people with him to Hong Kong Island this time, otherwise he would have to give the bastard in front of him a slap in the face for disrespecting the dead.

But now Bai Zha just wants to deal with this attack as soon as possible so that his brothers can prepare.

"It's good to be a priest, and you will definitely go to heaven after you die. It's different for us young and Dangerous guys. After we die, we will probably go to the eighteenth level of hell and burn incense..."

Shaqiang seemed to have opened up his chat box and told the priest directly some of his inner thoughts. Later, he even said one by one: Father, I am guilty.

Anyway, I used to go to church for worship and pay a priest to confess. Now that I have met a cheap priest who is willing to listen to my confession for just a cigarette, I must seize the opportunity.

Ten minutes later, the muscles on Bai Zhao's face had stiffened, and his fists clenched.

He swore that if the man in front of him continued to talk, he would take out his AK and let this bastard know what the wrath from God meant.

"Silly Qiang, hurry up and take your brothers to the door to get ready, people are coming soon!"

Liangkun's voice came from outside the mourning hall, and Shaqiang stopped still and shook hands with the priest enthusiastically.

"Thank you for representing God...Um, what kind of spirit is God?"

"Oh, that's right! It's a rat spirit. No wonder it's called a wild rat. Look at my head..."

Bai Zhao clenched his fists tighter and stared at Shaqiang's mouth. If the other party said another word, he would definitely go up and punch the other party.

A hard punch! ! !