Xiangjiang.

Fifties.

Under the rule of the British government colony, Hong Kong Island has achieved unprecedented rapid development in both industry and economy with the help of the geographical advantages of Asian ports, and is about to usher in the brilliant achievements of the "Four Asian Little Dragons".

However, as the ruler of this prosperous city, the British government did not regard the existence of Hong Kong Island as its real place of residence from beginning to end. The waves of expatriate officials regarded this place as a private black vault!

This is an era of sin, and this is a deformed society.

This is a paradise for big people and a nightmare for small people!

Chen Wushu had just walked out of the bed without two steps, and a group of criminals wearing gray prisoners slowly stood up, blocking him without saying a word, blocking his way.

Now that World War II has just ended, the air is still filled with the smell of gunpowder from war.

Both are hooligans, there are very obvious differences between hooligans after the new century and hooligans in the fifties.

The difference lies in their murderous nature and banditry spirit.

Chen Wushu looked up and looked at them, and found that their black prison uniforms had been washed repeatedly over the years and revealed that the fibers were originally white, and they looked a little gray in the dark.

The prisoners stood upright and stared at him without hesitation, waiting to give him a warning and lesson.

Because the prisoners live in poverty and humbleness, they naturally have a sense of violence in their personalities. As long as they have interests, no matter how much they dare not do in the world! No matter whether they kill people and prevent fire, or abduct people and drug trafficking, everything only smells the "smell of money".

"Brother, what did you do?" A fierce man with a shirtless man with a big flower dragon tattooed on his body jumped off the bed, with an unruly expression blocking Chen Wushu.

He is the famous Causeway Bay Zhayi person in Hong Kong, the master of the "Yiqun" double flower Hongshang Hall, and one of the "Four Kings of Yiqun" under Brother Hao.

As a young and dandy who returned to Hong Kong Island to make a living from Malaysia, he was also called "Ma Long".

However, the "Dama Long" can form a double flower red stick for a club, and the skills on hand are extremely hard.

It is said that he learned the Orthodox Bajiquan in Malaysia. Five years ago, he used his fists to help "Brother Hao" defeat five games in Kowloon City and recovered more than three million Hong Kong dollars.

Brother Hao used this batch of Hong Kong dollars to buy back arms and start a war with the Changle Gang, killing the leader of the Changle Gang "Xiang Sheng" in one fell swoop, leaving more than 300 corpses on the scene.

World War I established the first "Yiqun" Hong Kong's first club and was the leader in Hong Kong.

"Da Ma Long" relies on his merits to make a double flower red stick, guarding the Causeway Bay hall with great reputation, no one dares to mess with it.

Yesterday, "Da Malong" was still soaking girls in the sauna on Bolan Street, so why did "Da Malong" be in prison tonight?

Chen Wushu smiled, showed his white double rows of teeth and squeezed out two words: "Cut someone!"

"Oh."

Damalong reached out and pulled out a watermelon knife from the bed next to him, and threw it on the ground with a clang: "Do you want to kill me?"

"I just want to pee."

Chen Wushu bent down and picked up the machete from the ground, skillfully turned a knife flower with his wrist, and held the handle of the knife toward the ground.

Although he did not show too much emotion and even seemed a little polite, just holding a knife posture showed a cruel side to everyone.

At this time, Damalong wrapped his hands around his chest, narrowed his eyes and looked at his wrist, pursing his lips without saying anything. The two maids seemed to understand the boss's meaning, revealing the hideous scars on his arms, and moved his arms and shouted: "You just urinate? Do you know that there are rules for worshiping the mountain in the prison?"

When this stinky brat was sent to prison by the police, he was already in a state of fainting. He had been lying on the bed of a shelf for three days and looked as unlucky as a dead person.

The maids have to check whether he is stinking every day. They have long wanted to chop him into mud and rush out of the cesspool. Now that they see Chen Wushu becoming a living person again, they naturally have no good expression on their faces.

"Give it a minute, thank you."

He glanced at the two horsemen in front of him, and his tone was very low.

"Diet." The two horsemen suddenly raised their fists and rushed forward, one attacking from the left and the other attacking from the right. They all had fist wind, and they could hear the sound that they had good strength.

"Swish swish."

Chen Wushu raised his sword and waved it left and right, and the sharp tip of the knife cut through the air under force, making two delicate sounds of breaking the wind.

The prisoners in the darkness could not see the sword at all, let alone the sword light.

Puff, two roars of swords were followed by the sound of two blades cutting through the flesh and blood.

The two horsemen screamed, and immediately covered their arms that had broken into pieces and fell on the edge of the bed frame, with their expressions of extremely painful and struggling.

"Please let it go, thank you."

Chen Wushu repeated the same words again with the blood-dropping knife, neither his tone nor expression changed, and even added the word "please" in his words. However, the blood flowing on the blade seemed to be born with a magical power, which made his words more majestic.

"Good sword technique." Dama Long glanced at the knife wounds on the arms of the two horsemen, and it perfectly overlapped with the previous scar. This made him feel a little moved and he took the initiative to move one step away.

Crazy. The horsemen who had previously surrounded Chen Wushuang immediately dispersed, leaving him a road to the toilet.

"Thanks."

Chen Wushu showed a kind smile, walked towards the corner with a machete in his hand, with a comfortable expression.

Only then did he see clearly that the ward is less than 60 square meters in total. The cesspool is located in the innermost corner, with no sink, and only a one-meter-high cement wall panel as a cover.

"Clang!" Chen Wushu inserted the watermelon knife into the cement wall panel, and the blade trembled with blood.

He took off his pants and blew his whistle from his mouth. He began to swear and release water.

The prisoners of Tongcang looked at his knife and his back were silent for a moment in the sound of running water.

When you are polite in Qincheng Prison, you can take a banner. In Xiangjiang Prison, the knife can only win respect if it is sharp enough.

In the chaotic era, what is called the law of the jungle and what is the hard truth?

Damalong waited until the sound of water was over, and the man tied his belt with his hands and said, "Wait, someone will come in."

"Blame him to death, you will be our Yiqun member in the future!"

Chen Wushu pierced into his trouser bag, turned around and pulled out the watermelon knife from the cement, without agreeing or refusing, and walked back to the bed step by step to sit down.

For a moment, the surveillance warehouse returned to peace. Even the two injured horsemen began to bandage the wounds, sucking smoke and stopping screaming.

"Da da da da da."

There was a sound of footsteps outside the prison corridor. A ghost-clad prison guard in uniform took out the keys and opened the iron gate skillfully.

A fat man with a silly face was pushed and kicked by several prison guards and sent to the prison warehouse.
Chapter completed!