Chapter 247

The door opened, and a two-star assassin walked in and came before Seeing Ni Yongyao.

"Mr. Ni, some new faces have arrived outside. They have good skills and want to join you."

The two-star assassin said.

"New faces? What are their names?"

Seeing Ni Yongyao asked.

"They call themselves the Tin Yeung brothers, and the leader is named Tin Yeung-sang."

The two-star assassin replied.

"Tin Yeung-sang?"

Upon hearing this name, many memories immediately surfaced in Seeing Ni Yongyao's mind.

Seeing Ni Yongyao knows Tin Yeung-sang's strength very well; his methods are cold, and his skills are extremely high.

By comparison, he might already be comparable to a four-star assassin.

"Bring them over."

Seeing Ni Yongyao instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Ni."

The two-star assassin nodded and quickly left the study.

Not long after, a group of people walked into the study, but this time the person bringing them was not the two-star assassin, but Lok Tin-hung.

After Lok Tin-hung cleared Yau Ma Tei, he returned to the manor to report the situation to Seeing Ni Yongyao and happened to meet the Tin Yeung brothers at the door, so he brought them over.

"Mr. Ni, I've brought them."

Lok Tin-hung said: "Yau Ma Tei has been thoroughly cleared, and everyone loyal to Wang Bao has been resolved."

"Well done."

Seeing Ni Yongyao nodded with satisfaction at Lok Tin-hung, then looked at the people behind Lok Tin-hung, especially Tin Yeung-sang standing at the very front.

Tin Yeung-sang had an indifferent expression, and evil spirits filled his eyes; one could tell at a glance that his hands were stained with blood.

"Mr. Ni!"

Tin Yeung-sang and his brothers bowed deeply to Seeing Ni Yongyao simultaneously.

"You brothers want to join me?"

Seeing Ni Yongyao lit a cigar and asked.

"Our brothers came from Vietnam, and we have long heard that Mr. Ni is the greatest in Hong Kong, so we want to earn a living here with Mr. Ni."

Tin Yeung-sang said.

At this moment, the unruliness Tin Yeung-sang showed when facing others was put away, and he appeared very humble.

"Earn a living? With the skills of you brothers, you can earn a living anywhere. Why come to me?"

Seeing Ni Yongyao said.

Seeing Ni Yongyao was not surprised by Tin Yeung-sang coming to join him; in fact, it was the biggest surprise that no one had come to join him until now.

After all, the Ni family's reputation is well-known; not only is it known to everyone in the Hong Kong underworld, but there are already rumors in the surrounding areas.

"Mr. Ni is joking. Our brothers want to get ahead. If we don't come to you, should we go to those societies that have been beaten by you until they can't lift their heads?"

Tin Yeung-sang said.

"Phew—"

Seeing Ni Yongyao exhaled a dragon of smoke and said: "Working under me, what are your plans?"

"If possible, I want to open up territory for Mr. Ni. This is also what our brothers are best at."

Tin Yeung-sang thought for a moment, then added: "If Mr. Ni doesn't mind, I would like to spar a few moves with these gentlemen."

After Tin Yeung-sang finished speaking, he looked at Lok Tin-hung, Storm Shadow, and the others in the study.

Tin Yeung-sang's purpose was simple: he wanted to show his face in front of Seeing Ni Yongyao, let Seeing Ni Yongyao know his true skills, and thereby get corresponding treatment.

When Seeing Ni Yongyao heard that Tin Yeung-sang wanted to spar with Storm Shadow and the others, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What do you say?"

Seeing Ni Yongyao asked with great interest.

"Mr. Ni, I have always liked sparring. Let me go first."

Lok Tin-hung moved his neck and said.

"What about you?"

Seeing Ni Yongyao looked at Storm Shadow, Taylor, and Priest again.

"Since he wants to spar a few moves, then let's play with him."

Storm Shadow said in a deep voice.

Taylor and Priest nodded silently; neither of them had any interest.

"Alright then, this place is too small to stretch out. Let's go to the courtyard together."

Seeing Ni Yongyao said as he stood up, taking everyone out of the study.

Arriving at the manor courtyard.

Seeing Ni Yongyao said to Tin Yeung-sang: "The four of them all have decent skills; you can pick any one."

"Very well, Mr. Ni, then I won't be polite."

Tin Yeung-sang said.

Immediately, his gaze swept over the four, Storm Shadow and the others, and landed on the taciturn Taylor.

"Big guy, you're the one."

Tin Yeung-sang crooked his finger at Taylor.

Taylor's expression did not change at all; he unloaded his excess equipment and walked in front of Tin Yeung-sang.

The next moment, Tin Yeung-sang performed a front kick, and the two immediately engaged.

Taylor used military combat techniques; every move was extremely fierce, all aimed at defeating the enemy in one move.

And Tin Yeung-sang grew up in a pile of dead people; his fists and kicks had no fixed moves, but the force was extremely great. Neither a punch nor a kick was something an ordinary person could contend with.

Even with Taylor's physical fitness, he fell into a disadvantage.

A few minutes later.

Taylor crossed his arms to block a kick from Tin Yeung-sang, and he himself retreated repeatedly under the huge force, taking seven or eight steps to unload all the force.

"I lost."

Taylor said crisply and neatly.

These few minutes of engagement were enough for Taylor to see clearly the gap between him and Tin Yeung-sang in unarmed combat.

However, Taylor was not depressed because of this; what he was truly good at was military operations, not simple unarmed combat.

If Taylor and Tin Yeung-sang were fully armed and equipped with weapons, Taylor was confident that the one who would survive would definitely be him.

"I concede."

Tin Yeung-sang cupped his fists to Taylor, and a trace of respect for Taylor also rose in his heart.

Before they engaged, Tin Yeung-sang didn't put Taylor in his eyes at all. After engaging, he discovered that Taylor's strength was very strong; although he was not his opponent, he was still one of the top experts Tin Yeung-sang had encountered in so many years.

Subsequently, Tin Yeung-sang looked at Storm Shadow and the others again.

"Hey, I'll fight you this time."

Before Tin Yeung-sang could speak, Lok Tin-hung jumped out impatiently. After watching the battle between Tin Yeung-sang and Taylor, Lok Tin-hung's hands had long been itching.

"Using weapons?"

Tin Yeung-sang noticed the eight-sided Han sword in Lok Tin-hung's hand.

"What, are you afraid?"

Lok Tin-hung raised his chin and provoked: "If you're afraid, just say it, lest weapons have no eyes later and it won't look good if you get hurt."

"I've grown this big, and I still don't know how to write the word 'afraid'."

Facing Lok Tin-hung's provocation, Tin Yeung-sang snorted coldly.

"Big Brother, here's your blade."

Tin Yeung-yan walked up and handed a long blade to Tin Yeung-sang.

Tin Yeung-sang took the long blade, swung it twice, set his stance, crooked his finger at Lok Tin-hung, and said: "Come on."

Swish!

Lok Tin-hung drew the Chixiao sword, threw the scabbard directly on the ground, and rushed at Tin Yeung-sang like an arrow off a bowstring.