CHAPTER 143: 【099】THE LU FAMILY’S SURPRISE RAID (PART 2)

Through the window, the outside was silent, seemingly no different from an ordinary night.

But Wu Hujie knew that a sudden appearance of a Ming Jin expert of unknown identity in the factory definitely meant something had gone wrong.

Given Min Province’s coastal location as a key development area, Wu Hujie couldn’t imagine someone daring to extend their reach here to cause trouble.

Under Wu Hujie’s orders, a subordinate quickly walked out the door to check the situation outside.

Just then, a sudden and forceful kick landed on his chest, sending his entire body flying backward, crashing in front of Wu Hujie.

"I heard Wu Hujie lives here?"

The voice came before the man, and two men over six feet tall walked in one after the other. Upon seeing the Hong Kong Martial Artist lying on the ground making a broken gong noise.

One of them immediately laughed mockingly, "Yo, isn’t this Tai Po’s ’Fast Fist Arhat’? How come you’re so useless after being gone for a while."

"Hiss... hiss..." The Hong Kong Martial Artist on the ground looked pained, struggling to lift his hand, trying to call for help.

But the next second, the speaker stepped forward and stomped hard on his neck, sending him straight to heaven.

"I’ve long been annoyed by you, better you die here in such a place, with green mountains and water, no need for a grave, hahaha."

Witnessing a living being’s life end abruptly before his eyes, even Wu Hujie couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

Ruthless, unemotional, cold-blooded, perverse.

These were the labels Wu Hujie instantly attached to the killer.

Seeing two more experts appear, Wu Hujie’s heart sank to the bottom. He couldn’t comprehend what upheaval had happened in the factory tonight to cause such calamity.

"This guy’s leg seems to have been broken by that Tai Po loser, he’s crippled, are you still going to fight him?"

"Boring, I’m going to look for Zhang Jinbao and Huang Ao to spar. Be careful, the Lu family said no killing." One of them turned to leave.

The other one was left, looking down with a teasing gaze at Wu Hujie still sitting on the ground.

"I know you’re a boxer, injuring your leg shouldn’t affect your overall strength. Get up and spar with me, let me test the strength of you mainland Martial Artists."

Wu Hujie frowned. Compared to the previous Hong Kong Martial Artist, this one seemed more like a madman.

He propped himself up into the chair to ensure his lower body wasn’t affected by his leg injury.

"Come on." Wu Hujie posed himself and shouted.

"Remember, I am the ’Vajra Lion’ of Yau Tsim Mong!"

The Hong Kong Martial Artist laughed arrogantly, twisted his force, and punched directly towards Wu Hujie’s face with a gust of wind.

This punch was extremely fierce. Wu Hujie hadn’t even responded yet, and the force of the punch had already made his eyes sting, forcing him to squint in resistance.

But everyone knew, at this moment one mustn’t blink, everything would happen in the blink of an eye.

"Such a powerful Vajra Fist!" Wu Hujie’s face was as calm as water, and he grasped with both hands to dissolve the punch’s force.

In Martial Artists’ duels, the lower body is crucial. If unsteady, a sway can expose unnecessary weaknesses.

Between highly skilled Martial Artists, merely exchanging blows won’t determine the winner quickly, only finding flaws faster can defeat the opponent instantly and establish dominance.

Wu Hujie sat in the chair, such behavior made his lower body weaker by a fraction unless dealing with less skilled Martial Artists, making it disadvantageous against equally skilled opponents.

When Wu Hujie’s hands touched the Vajra Lion’s punch and wrist, trying to use the Eight Techniques to deflect, the Vajra Lion’s other hand struck faster, launching a palm at Wu Hujie’s chest.

"Ouah!"

If captured with X-ray in real time, you could see Wu Hujie’s ribs snapping instantly, unable to bear the Vajra Lion’s ferocious force, his body lifted from the chair, crashing out of the building through the window.

From three stories high, and with a prior foot injury, Wu Hujie’s violent encounter likely did not bode well for him in the fall.

"Hahaha! Mainland Martial Artists are nothing special, it’s not interesting, better go find the Purple Ganoderma." The Vajra Lion laughed wildly, glanced at Wu Hujie’s subordinates trembling in the corner, his eyes flashed fiercely.

If they were in Hong Kong, he’d certainly choose to kill to ensure secrecy, but en route from Hong Kong to Min Province, their fifteen bodyguards were sternly warned by the Lu family’s accompanying personnel.

In the mainland, killing is absolutely prohibited!

That’s the bottom line, and if someone crosses it, no one can protect them; there would be no place left for them in Hong Kong.

Remembering this, the ferocity in the Vajra Lion’s eyes gradually subsided, and he unsatisfiedly kicked the table, "Hand over all your phones!"

Under threat, realizing their boss Wu Hujie was no match for them, the subordinates dared not resist, seeing the fresh corpse on the ground as a warning.

They quickly handed over their phones, and after collecting their communication devices, the Vajra Lion strode away.

Watching this demon leave, everyone inside finally exhaled a breath of relief.

"What, what’s going on? Who are these people?"