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"I heard you're doing a lot of work in Wan Chai?" "I heard that you talk about things after twelve o'clock on Hong Kong Island?" "I heard that you only allow one Haonan in Causeway Bay?" Are you finished now? Is it time for me to speak? Fang Ting shook the big cigar in his hand and waved. "There are more than 30,000 police officers in Hong Kong, and more than 30,000 guns. The people in Victoria don't have as many people and guns as I do. Now I give you a chance to reorganize your language and tell me, who is responsible?"

What would you do if you went back to Hong Kong in the 1970s? Work as an undercover policeman, solve crimes and become a brother? Huddle up with a red stick and become bigger and stronger and become a leader? Or make a movie album, become a superstar and build an entertainment empire? But I was different. He stretched out his right hand like a claw, indicating that I wanted them all!

The end of the world + system + steel torrent = carbon-based organisms, all are equal. When Dou Huan stood on the throne of the gods from another world. In front of him were countless torrents of steel. The bones of the gods paved the way for him to become a god. Become a god? Not needed. Because he will not enjoy this honor alone! !