Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Break my legs? Damn it, do you know what you are talking about?" Qajar said angrily, "I am the only son of Mombasa Mayor Zidane! Only son, only son! If you dare to touch me Damn it, my dad will let you walk around without finishing your food!"

Du Yongxiao said softly: "That's embarrassing!"

Du Yongshun, the younger brother, stepped forward directly and grabbed Kazar, "My brother said he would break your legs, so I will break your legs!"

"Damn it! Who are you? Let me go, quickly!" Kazar struggled hard.

However, Du Yongshun was extremely powerful, so how could he compete with him?

Du Yongshun grabbed Kazar with simple and rough movements, raised it up, and boom! Hit the ground!

When Kazar couldn't move, Du Yongshun directly raised his big foot and aimed it at the tibia of Kazar's leg. Bang! Step on it!

Click!

A scream pierced the sky!

The horses on the grass were so frightened that they neighed.

Qazar held his broken leg, twitching in pain!

The bodyguards were sweating profusely when they saw how cruel Du Yongxiao was, but they did not dare to move.

The white female manager was so frightened that she almost fainted.

Ali hid behind Du Yongxiao, not daring to look.

Fili and Jim both looked disdainful, this was all caused by Kazar himself.

At this moment, Kazar knew that Du Yongxiao meant what he said.

Du Yongshun looked at Kazar rolling on the floor in pain and grinned: "There's one more!"

After that, raise your big feet again!

A moment——

The screams started again!

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Du Yongxiao, if you dare, kill me, otherwise I will never let you go! Ah! It hurts!" Kazar rolled on the grass and shouted loudly.

"Really? In fact, I like people to threaten me the most. Do you know why? Then I will kill you and have fun!" Du Yongxiao stepped forward and looked down at Kazar and said every word.

Only then did Kazar feel that something was wrong. Logically speaking, after the other party punished him, he should let him go, but now——

Kazar regretted what he said just now, and glared at Du Yongxiao: "Do you really dare to kill me?"

"Do I need a reason to kill you? Oh, by the way, I need a reason!" Du Yongxiao touched his chin, "After all, you are also the only son of the mayor of Mombasa, so I must have a good reason to kill you! Let's see, it's not easy for me When I come out, I will be the imperial envoy to the Eight Prefectures!"

Before Kazar could understand what Du Yongxiao meant, he saw Du Yongxiao waving to Feili and Jim: "Since we are police officers, we must uphold justice for the people! I heard that this young master Kazar is in Mombasa They are very majestic and do many evil things, but no one dares to take care of them, so today I will take care of them - inform them that anyone who has a grievance, anyone who has been persecuted by Qajar can go to the police station to file a complaint! I, Du Yongxiao, will help them Justice!"

"Yes, sir!"

After Du Yongxiao finished his instructions, he turned around and looked at Kazar lying on the ground with a smile: "Do you want to die? I will satisfy you!"

…

"Mr. Mayor, this is a gift from our Johnnie Walker Brewing Group, please accept it!"

At Mayor Zidane's residence, a white gentleman smiled and asked his men to hold the gift and presented it to Zidane for viewing.

In 1820, Scotsman Johnnie Walker began the first attempt to blend whiskey. He applied his experience in blending tea leaves to whiskey blending and found that the blended whiskey had a deeper and more refined taste.

After Johnnie Walker passed away, Alexander, who was only 20 years old, inherited his father's business and created a brand new blended whiskey, named "Old Highland Whiskey", the predecessor of the famous "Black Label". In 1867, Alexander registered trademark ownership and designed an eye-catching tilted trademark and square bottle, creating unrivaled whiskey on the market.

In this way, generation after generation, the Johnnie Walker family has diligently studied the craftsmanship of whiskey blending and created unparalleled whiskey, establishing its brand's supreme position in the world.

The white man in front of him is the African agent of the Johnnie Walker Group. He is preparing to launch their whiskey throughout Mombasa, then monopolize the entire city, and then monopolize the entire Kenya from the entire city.

For this reason, he would take the initiative to meet Zidane, the local emperor, with heavy gifts.

The gift was covered with red cloth, but when it came in, it turned out to be a bottle of whiskey mounted on a cannon.

Zidane frowned, seemingly not interested in such a gift.

The white agent said: "Dear Mayor, please don't underestimate this bottle of base wine. It has a history of hundreds of years and is the treasure of our Johnnie Walker Group. Even if you have money, you can't buy it!"

"Really? It doesn't look that expensive!" Zidane stepped forward and said disdainfully.

The white agent smiled: "Then I have to tell you that a bottle of base wine like this was sold at a Christie's auction not long ago for one hundred thousand dollars!"

"Uh, one hundred thousand dollars?" Zidane's eyes lit up, "Really? I didn't expect your boss to be so polite, so I'll be disrespectful!"

As he spoke, Zidane hurriedly asked people to accept this generous gift.

After the gift is given, the two parties will have some whispers.

Before Zidane and the others could sit down, they saw the old butler Jason hurried in from outside.

"Master, it's bad! Something big has happened!"

Zidane sat down, picked up the coffee, crossed his legs, and said slowly: "How many times have I told you, don't panic when something happens! This is Mombasa, and I am the mayor here. Zidane can't solve the problem without me!"

Although the words were addressed to the old housekeeper, his eyes fell on the white agent. The meaning was very obvious. He told the other party that he was the king here, the local emperor, and everything could be taken care of.

"No, Master! Something big has really happened!" Seeing that his master was pretending to be a boss at this time, the old housekeeper couldn't help but said anxiously, "Master Kazar has been arrested!"

"What?" Zidane stood up and said angrily: "What did you say? Say it again? Who dares to arrest my son?"

"Yes, Du Yongxiao!" the old housekeeper said hurriedly, "Not only did he catch the young master, he also broke his legs!"

"What?" Zidane grabbed the old butler's collar, "His leg is broken?"

Zidane is well-known for protecting his only son, especially his only son. At this moment, when I heard that my son's legs were broken, my heart was bleeding, and my eyes were about to burst into flames.

The old housekeeper trembled with fright, "Yes, yes! The young master's legs were broken! And -"

"And what?" Zidane did not expect that it was not over yet.

"And the person named Du even escorted the young master to the police station, saying that he wanted to be one of their eight patrols in China, to defend the people's grievances, and to punish the young master to death!"

"Go to hell!" Zidane was furious, kicked the old housekeeper away, and ordered his men: "Everyone, get ready, take the guy with you to save my son! Du, you and I are at odds with each other!"