Hong Kong Variety Show: My Boss Thirteenth Sister

The old man was so angry that he was not happy.

"Jiang Zai?" Thirteenth Sister heard the voice and turned her head in surprise.

Not long after Thirteenth Sister and A Ji left, Fei Hui was more worried about Thirteenth Sister's safety.

He knew that Wang Bao was cruel and decisive.

As a gangster, Wang Bao dared to directly smash the bottle and challenge the police, openly killed witnesses, and even killed the police. He was ruthless.

After thinking it over and over again, Fei Hui called Jiang Lai directly without waiting for Thirteenth Sister's order.

After Jiang Lai received Fei Hui's call, he immediately brought people over.

The shoes stepped on the floor and made a soft tapping sound, and Jiang Lai walked towards Thirteenth Sister.

As Jiang Lai walked slowly forward, Wang Bao stood up with a stern face, and Aji also walked from behind him to Wang Bao's side.

Aji was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with a gleam of light in his eyes. A short knife slipped from his sleeves, and the handle was tightly held in his hand. He looked at Jiang Lai and others with a vigilant look.

When Jiang Lai saw Aji, he turned his head and glanced at Abu. The two were indeed very similar, but the golden curl on Aji's head looked quite funny.

Aji was good at using short knives and was fierce and cruel by nature. He was a killing machine under Wang Bao. He used a short knife to perfection and was loyal to Wang Bao.

"Jiang Lai!!!" Wang Bao looked grim, staring at Jiang Lai and slowly spitting out two words.

Although he had never seen Jiang Lai, he guessed Jiang Lai's identity after hearing what Thirteenth Sister said.

Although Wang Bao was ambitious and courageous enough, why didn't he directly attack Thirteenth Sister's place?

A large part of the reason was because of Jiang Lai and Han Bin and others.

He knew that being a gangster was nothing more than fame and fortune. If the problem could be solved with money, he was unwilling to make a big deal.

That's why he asked Aji to invite Thirteenth Sister to negotiate.

But he didn't expect that even if he lowered his attitude, Thirteenth Sister would still not buy it.

Just when he was planning to use his power to pressure others, Jiang Lai arrived.

"Are you okay, sister?" Jiang Lai didn't look at Wang Bao more from beginning to end except for a glance at him when he came in. Instead, he asked Thirteenth Sister with concern.

"It's okay!"

Thirteenth Sister also stood up, patted the dust on her clothes, and smiled nonchalantly.

Jiang Lai looked at her, nodded, and then turned to look at Wang Bao.

Wang Bao was not like a fat man in a movie, who looked honest and cute, and was not a kind person.

As a gang boss, the breath on him was cold and heavy.

Wang Bao stared at Jiang Lai, revealing a cold aura between his eyebrows, and his eyes were deep and sharp.

"Fatty Wang, what do you want?" Jiang Lai looked at Wang Bao with a calm tone, but with a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

Wang Bao was about to invite Jiang Lai to sit down.

But when he heard Jiang Lai's address, his pupils shrank slightly, veins on his forehead bulged, and a fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

When has he been called like this before?

At this moment, the whole atmosphere became tense.

"Do you really think... I dare not leave you here?" Wang Bao's eyes flashed a dangerous gleam, and he said coldly.

"Ha!"

Jiang Lai smiled playfully.

"I heard that after twelve o'clock here, you have the final say here?"

"It's half past eleven now, do you want me to wait for you for another half an hour?" Jiang Lai's voice was not loud, but with a hint of sarcasm.

Seeing Jiang Lai's arrogant appearance, Wang Bao was so angry that he shouted directly at the door, "Someone come!"

Wang Bao's voice was deafening, and the whole nightclub echoed with his roar, but except for a few brothers gathering inside the venue, his people outside did not move at all.

Outside the nightclub, both ends of the street had been blocked.

Wang Bao's men were a black mass, covering the entire street, densely packed with short mules, at least hundreds of people.

Their eyes were fierce and sharp, and the blades in their hands shone coldly under the lights. Many of them had bare arms covered with tattoos, and they all looked ferocious.

Then such a group of fierce people faced the door of the nightclub, but no one dared to move at this moment.

Just because outside the nightclub, eighty thugs in suits, each holding a black AK, were facing outward, facing the short mules under Wang Bao's command.

Some of the short mules standing in the front row looked at the black muzzles of the guns and couldn't help swallowing their saliva. They wanted to retreat, but they couldn't.

Jiang Lai came in a hurry, so he didn't bring too many people.

But the suppression of firepower was enough.

Wang Bao roared, and when he saw no movement, he realized that something was wrong, and looked at Jiang Lai with a complicated expression.

"Keep shouting!" Jiang Lai raised his eyebrows and said indifferently.

There was endless sarcasm in his words.

"You!" Wang Bao gritted his teeth, his nails dug into his palms, and there was a few traces of blood in his pupils.

He had been in the martial arts world for so many years, and he had never had such a frustrating moment, and it was still on his own territory.

The air around him seemed to solidify, only the gorgeous lights in the nightclub remained.

Jiang Lai didn't care about the eyes of others, and sat down on the sofa next to Thirteenth Sister, picked up an orange, peeled it and started eating.

A slice of orange was thrown into Jiang Lai's mouth, and he praised while eating: "The orange is good!"

"Sister, try it!" Jiang Lai handed over half of the orange to Thirteenth Sister.

Thirteenth Sister was slightly stunned and subconsciously took it with her hand.

Jiang Lai's casualness and Wang Bao's anger formed a sharp contrast.

It felt like this place was not Wang Bao's territory, but more like Jiang Lai's territory.

Wang Bao's eyes were filled with anger, and his eyes swept over Aji, giving Aji a subtle expression.

Aji understood and rushed directly towards Jiang Lai.

"Abu!" Jiang Lai spoke calmly without moving.

Abu took a step forward and faced Aji directly.

The short knife in Aji's hand flashed with a cold light and stabbed straight at Jiang Lai's throat.

However, Aji was stopped by Abu before he reached Jiang Lai.

In desperation, Aji could only swing the knife at Abu.

Facing Aji's attack, Abu turned his head and dodged, and at the same time punched Aji's armpit fiercely.

Aji's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly blocked Abu's attack with his elbow, and swung the knife again, the short knife went straight to Abu's head.

Abu also reacted quickly. While leaning back to dodge, he grabbed Aji's knife-wielding hand with his hand and tried to take the short knife from Aji's hand.

Aji tried to struggle, but Abu grabbed his wrist like an iron hoop, making him unable to break free. He simply made a knife flower with his wrist, and the short knife flew out of the air, directly from his right hand to his left hand. He held the short knife with his left hand, and then stabbed Abu's abdomen with his backhand.

When Abu saw Aji's moves, his pupils dilated slightly, and his body immediately bent back. He pushed Aji's arm away with both hands, and his whole body jumped up and pulled away.

While the two fought, they also moved away from Wang Bao and Jiang Lai.

Abu was more skilled, but Aji had the advantage of weapons, so Abu had to deal with it carefully. It was difficult for the two to tell the winner for a while.

The two people fought hard in the field.

Wang Bao also took off his coat, flexed his wrists, and looked at Jiang Lai provocatively, his eyes eager to try.