Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 103 Testing and Provocation

Chapter 103 Testing and Provocation

A man with a mustache and a wispy mustache chewed on sweet grass roots, looking utterly bored.

One of the men stepped forward: "Brother Leopard, we've got all the details. There's one of your fellow villagers in this batch, also from Hong Kong."

Ah Bao looked indifferent: "So what? What did this guy do to get in here?"

"Ha, Brother Leopard heard that this guy has a triad background and is even a triad boss. He doesn't know the rules after crossing the sea and openly offered bribes and gifts, so he got caught red-handed by the police."

Hearing his henchmen's introduction, Leopard Brother was clearly intrigued: "The underworld? Ah Yong, Fatty and the others will test this guy's waters tomorrow."

"clear!"

The next day passed in a flash.

The sunlight was blinding, and the air was thick with the smells of sweat and dust. During exercise time, the playground was a sea of ​​blue prison uniforms. Song Zhaowen leaned against a mottled cement wall, alone with his arms crossed, looking arrogant and unapproachable.

Before long, several figures swayed and approached. The fat man in the lead, with a face full of scars, walked past Song Zhaowen, perhaps displeased by Song Zhaowen's arrogant gaze.

"Hey, newbie!" Fatty deliberately bumped Song Zhaowen with his shoulder, spitting almost in his face. "I heard you're from Hong Kong? Thinking you're all that? You don't know the rules?"

Song Zhaowen didn't even lift his eyelids, but simply brushed off the shoulder that had been bumped: "Rules? What rules? Tell me."

"Damn it! You trying to fool me?" Fatty's temper flared at his attitude. "I'm in charge here. Newcomers have to pay their respects to the boss first. Got any cigarettes? Any good food? If not—" He grinned lewdly, his gaze sweeping over Song Zhaowen's rather shapely buttocks: "I might even loosen up the boss's bones for you!"

Several henchmen around him joined in the laughter, pushing and shoving to surround Song Zhaowen even more tightly.

Song Zhaowen slowly raised his head, his gaze like a knife chilled to the bone: "Filial piety? I, Song Zhaowen, only show filial piety to Brother Guan. Who do you think you are?"

"Fuck your mother, what are you talking about?" Fatty was completely enraged, feeling he had lost face in front of his underlings. Without thinking, his huge fist came flying towards Song Zhaowen's face. If this punch landed, his nose would definitely be shattered.

Just as the fist was inches from his face, Song Zhaowen moved!

Without any fancy dodges, he suddenly lowered his body, moving with incredible speed! His left hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped Fatty's wrist and twisted it forcefully! Fatty let out a miserable "Ouch!" as his massive body instantly lost its balance. At the same time, Song Zhaowen's right elbow, like a battering ram, slammed into Fatty's ribs with all his might!

"Ugh!" Fatty's scream changed tone. The excruciating pain made him curl up like a shrimp, tears and snot streaming down his face.

But this was just the beginning. Song Zhaowen's eyes flashed with murderous intent. As he released the fat man's wrist, he turned and delivered a sharp whip kick, whistling through the air, slamming it into the neck of a henchman who was about to pounce on him! The henchman didn't even utter a sound before falling straight to the ground.

The third henchman swung a punch, but Song Zhaowen didn't retreat; instead, he advanced, ducking to dodge the blow. His shoulder slammed into the man's chest, while his knees relentlessly and viciously struck the man's abdomen! The dull thuds of the impact sent chills down one's spine. The man clutched his stomach, retching painfully like a fish with its bones removed, and collapsed.

In a flash, the three provocateurs were lying on the ground groaning in pain. Song Zhaowen stood in the middle, his eyes like those of an enraged wolf, fiercely scanning the other restless or dumbfounded prisoners around him. That savage and menacing aura was released without reservation, stunning the entire exercise area into silence.

"Fuck your mother, what are you talking about?" Fatty was completely enraged, feeling he had lost face in front of his underlings. Without thinking, his huge fist came flying towards Song Zhaowen's face. If this punch landed, his nose would definitely be shattered.

Just as the fist was inches from his face, Song Zhaowen moved!

Without any fancy dodges, he suddenly lowered his body, moving with incredible speed! His left hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped Fatty's wrist and twisted it forcefully! Fatty let out a miserable "Ouch!" as his massive body instantly lost its balance. At the same time, Song Zhaowen's right elbow, like a battering ram, slammed into Fatty's ribs with all his might!

"Ugh!" Fatty's scream changed tone. The excruciating pain made him curl up like a shrimp, tears and snot streaming down his face.

But this was just the beginning. Song Zhaowen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his gangster instincts for street bloodshed replaced any pretense. He gave no one else time to react. As he released Fatty's wrist, he spun sideways and delivered a sharp whip kick, whistling through the air, slamming it into the neck of a henchman who was about to pounce on him! The henchman didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

The third henchman swung a punch, but Song Zhaowen didn't retreat; instead, he advanced, ducking to dodge the blow. His shoulder slammed into the man's chest, while his knees relentlessly and viciously struck the man's abdomen! The dull thuds of the impact sent chills down one's spine. The man clutched his stomach, retching painfully like a fish with its bones removed, and collapsed.

In a flash, the three provocateurs were lying on the ground groaning in pain. Song Zhaowen stood in the middle, slightly out of breath, his eyes like those of an enraged wolf, fiercely scanning the other restless or dumbfounded prisoners around him. The savage and murderous aura he had developed from street fighting was released without reservation, stunning the entire exercise area into silence.

"Don't move, get down!" The sharp whistle and stern shouts finally rang out. Seven or eight guards, carrying batons, rushed out of the guard tower and the passageway with menacing air.

When they saw the three people lying on the ground, and then saw Song Zhaowen, the only one standing in the field, who exuded a dangerous aura, they immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Song Zhaowen, put your hands behind your head and lie down immediately!" the head of the correctional officers ordered sternly, pointing his baton at him.

However, Song Zhaowen seemed to be blinded by rage. He suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the correctional captain who was pointing a baton at him. He let out a low growl, like a wounded beast.

"I told you to get down! Did you hear me!" Another guard, seeing that he was disobeying orders and eager to prove himself, rushed up with his baton to subdue him.

Song Zhaowen delivered a swift and powerful backhand hook, striking the guard precisely in the jaw! The guard groaned and staggered back a few steps, nearly falling.

"This is outrageous! This is truly outrageous!" The ward captain was both shocked and furious. He never expected the Hong Kong guy to be so ruthless, daring to even hit the wardens!

He immediately blew a more urgent whistle.

"Clang!" A sharp metallic scraping sound rang out! The guards on the distant watchtower reacted extremely quickly, their dark gun barrels, bearing the iconic "August 1st" semi-automatic rifles, instantly aimed at Song Zhaowen in the center of the drill ground.