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Therefore, the fight for the Purple Ganoderma must absolutely not be seen as an action taken by the Lu family; it must appear to be solely the act of those fifteen thugs themselves, with no connection to either party.

What does this imply? How could Lu Tieying, who has been managing parts of the Lu family's businesses for seven or eight years, not discern the underlying message in the old butler's words?

'If necessary, silence them!'

Lu Tieying's temples bulged with tension as he stepped back into the shadowy interior of the factory with murderous intent, his figure gradually fading from the view of the Lu family driver who was holding onto Zheng Dongliang.

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"Who's Huang Ao here? Come out!"

As the doors of the gym were pushed open, two martial artists from Hong Kong swaggered in, immediately shouting arrogantly.

Most of the people here were Huang Ao's followers. Hearing someone call out their boss in such an audacious manner, naturally, they wouldn't let it go. Instantly, a few of the people who were working out stood up and walked over without hesitation, shouting, "Who are you guys?"

The Zheng family's factory has been established for many years, with the subordinates of the three from Huang Ao often openly and secretly competing with each other, none ever backing down.

Now, with two guys suddenly appearing and calling out for their boss, they didn't have the patience to keep a good temper.

The people capable of doing the job of herb gathering and hiring often have explosive temperaments, a competitive nature, and are quick to erupt.

"Stupid boy, you dead idiot, can't you speak properly!"

The martial artist from Hong Kong glared, immediately kicking out and striking Huang Ao's follower in the abdomen.

The kick was powerful, leaving Huang Ao's follower with no time to react, sending him rolling seven or eight times on the ground, clutching his stomach and spitting blood.

A strike from a Ming Jin expert packs a force not bearable for the average internal organs, and this kick is likely to have caused internal bleeding in the stomach and intestines.

"Aaaaah!"

Seeing the person he kicked down, the martial artist from Hong Kong spat and mocked disdainfully, "What a piece of trash, all your mainland martial artists are this caliber? Where's Huang Ao? Let him come out, or none of you should think about walking out of this door standing."

"Damn it, who do you think you are!"

"Dare kick Old Li, let's fight it out!"

The people in the gym were enraged in an instant, surrounding them in a crowd of twenty or thirty, looking fierce and clearly not kind.

Yet the two martial artists from Hong Kong who were causing trouble showed no fear at all, wearing mocking expressions, as if they hadn't taken this crowd seriously.

Having trained in External Boxing to become experts of Ming Jin, the two of them have already honed their muscles, bones, and skin to the extent that even a baton can't hurt their bones.

With abundant strength, each of them could take on twenty untrained adult males alone.

If someone from the Hong Kong underworld were here, they would recognize these two as the 'Crocodile King' from Sham Shui Po and the 'Evil Dragon Leg' from Kowloon City.

The one who initially injured someone, the Evil Dragon Leg from Kowloon City, once achieved a terrifying record of being chased by thirty machete-wielding members of a rival gang, only to kill them all in return.

Though he paid the price of a fifteen-day stay in the ICU to save his life after, his fierce reputation and status skyrocketed in Hong Kong, making him the most feared enforcer in Kowloon City and garnering the attention of many big shots.

Now, his skills have improved significantly compared to that time, so this group of seemingly fit locals naturally didn't catch his eye.

If a massacre truly ensued, he could undoubtedly slaughter this entire group and walk away unscathed, such is the dominance of a Ming Jin expert over ordinary people.

"Stand down, all of you."

Amidst the tense standoff, a deep voice echoed, commanding silence and creating a path among the crowd.

Huang Ao strode forward, his eyes sharp as a hawk, and when he locked eyes with the two intruding martial artists from Hong Kong, all three shared the same thought in an instant.

Expert!

"I haven't seen you two before, fresh faces indeed. Why assault people here for no reason? It doesn't seem like our local gang has provoked you, has it?" Huang Ao asked, cupping his fist without lowering his status.

"You're Huang Ao? Perfect timing; I was thinking of sparring with you on my way here. Your subordinate had no eyes, he took the beating and..."

The Evil Dragon Leg mocked, but before he could finish, Huang Ao suddenly threw a punch, taking the initiative and smashing his fist into Evil Dragon Leg's right eye.

"Ah!!!"

Evil Dragon Leg's entire eye burst instantly, blood gushing out as he clutched his eye and cried out in pain.

This sudden change left everyone momentarily unable to react, even the Crocodile King standing next to Evil Dragon Leg looked shocked.

Martial artists sparring typically uphold honor, who would ever resort to a sneak attack right away.

With such a sudden move, Huang Ao immediately dispelled the stereotype of mainland martial artists being conservative and old-fashioned, prompting Crocodile King to angrily shout back, "Looking to die!"

Huang Ao's eyes glinted with a hint of ferocity as he assumed the stance of the Tiger Respect Fist.

He wasn't stupid, these two had a strong Hong Kong accent, they cursed in a distinct Hong Kong dialect, clearly not people from this factory.

Two experts coming to cause trouble, with the uncertainty if they'd join forces, naturally, Huang Ao chose to undermine their strength first to ensure his own safety.

Strike first to gain the upper hand, delay and you'll suffer.

Sharp-minded Huang Ao sensed that these two definitely didn't come for a friendly spar, and any misstep could result in losing his life.

As Evil Dragon Leg screamed while clutching his eye, Huang Ao immediately attacked with a tiger claw aimed at his throat.

Attack while the enemy is weak, a time-tested tactic.

"Damn your lungs!" Despite his injury, Evil Dragon Leg, seasoned by countless battles, turned vicious, opting to counter Huang Ao's attack with a side kick, using his leg to counter the claw.

As Evil Dragon Leg kicked out, Huang Ao realized this man was certainly a master in kicking techniques, as traditional martial arts dictate kicks shouldn't go above the knee to avoid exposing weaknesses in your stance.

Yet, this Hong Kong martial artist's kick was as swift as lightning; although Huang Ao attacked first, it was he who got struck in the arm first, kicked aside, followed by a rapid triple point attack aimed at Huang Ao's chest, abdomen, and groin.

Fast as lightning, swift as wind, these six words describe the ferocity of Evil Dragon Leg perfectly.

Every Ming Jin martial artist who has risen in Hong Kong's environment is extraordinary.