"Hello, Master Zhan, the Zhong family has agreed to the martial arts war. In three days, the martial arts war will go on. You can now send the masters of your gang to China," said Song Zhongping, his tone very much like the tone when he saw the leader in the court.

Now in his heart, Zhan Wuya is a person as heavyweight as the leader of the court.

"Okay, I understand. I will arrange for Yangtian to go to China tomorrow. You can rest assured." After saying that, Zhan Wuya was about to hang up the phone.

Looking up to the sky? Song Zhongping murmured in his heart.

"Battle Gang Leader"

Song Zhongping was afraid that Zhan Wuya would hang up the phone: "According to my guess, the Zhong family will send Fu Kai. Fu Kai is a famous figure in the Chinese martial arts world. Can the Yangtian you sent defeat him?"

Song Zhongping was still a little worried. If Zhan Wuya underestimated the enemy and sent a second-rate expert who lost to Fu Kai, then he would lose control of the Yanjing underground world.

He wanted to confirm with Zhan Wuya.

"Are you questioning me?" Zhan Wuya asked with a smile. He felt that Song Zhongping could ask this question, which was a failure for him.

"No...no, you misunderstood by Master Zhan. I just... just want to confirm it." Song Zhongping quickly denied that in front of Zhan Wuya, he was like a docile little white rabbit.

"Yangtian is the eldest disciple of Li Haisha, the chief guardian of my gang. Although I have not been able to reach China for many years, through the current situation in the Chinese martial arts world that I have learned from others, Yangtian has gone to China. Apart from a few old guys who are equal to me, he is an invincible existence. If I say so, can you rest assured?" Zhan Wuya asked.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm too worried. Don't be surprised by the leader of the Zhan Gang!" Song Zhongping quickly apologized to Zhan Wuya.

"Mr. Song doesn't have to blame himself. I can understand your feelings. I still want to remind Mr. Song that after the Huaqing Gang helped Mr. Song seize control of the underground territory of Yanjing this time, you will help the Huaqing Gang return to China," said Zhan Wuya.

Zhan Wuya and Song Zhongping have no old friends, so there is naturally a reason to help him, that is, they need Song Zhongping to help them, using Yanjing as a springboard to return to China.

In recent years, China has developed with each passing day and has long become a piece of fat in the eyes of many overseas gangs.

"Yes, it must." After Song Zhongping said that, Zhan Wuya hung up the phone.

It is 10 pm at this moment, while it is just 7 pm in California, USA.

A long highway connects the cities and villages on both sides of the road.

Next to a lush birch forest, there are several classic Chinese buildings. At this time, a middle-aged man in his 40s in a black robe walked in a steadily step, walking among the vermilion building.

When I walked past the bluestone slabs and pebbled garden road, and passed through the birch forest, the yellow leaves falling from the ground were squeaking.

Finally, the middle-aged man walked to a pool of blue water. A young man in his 20s was sitting cross-legged by the pool, with his eyes closed, and he was meditating.

He noticed someone coming, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he began to finish his work.

The pool water in front of him showed a circle of beating ripples. The stones sitting under his butt, with a few "pop" sounds, and several of them cracked in half.

The young man made a gesture to finish his work and slowly opened his eyes.

He sat cross-legged. If he wanted to stand up, he had to support the floor with his hands. But he did nothing, just stretched his legs and stood up, looking so relaxed and freehand.

If someone watches by the side, he will definitely wipe his eyes and cannot believe that what is happening in front of him is true.

"master"

The young man looked at the middle-aged man in black robe and walked towards him. He saw that his pace was not very fast, but his speed was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the middle-aged man in black robe.

"Yangtian, your skills have increased again." The middle-aged man in black robe was Li Haisha, the first guardian of the Huaqing Gang, and the young man was his most proud disciple Yangtian.

"The master is too rewarded, and the disciple's skills cannot match the master's skills. If the disciple needs to practice harder in the future, he will live up to the master's cultivation." Looking up at Li Haisha, he said.

He lived with Li Haisha since he was a child. For him, Li Haisha was both a master and a father.

"Very good" Li Haisha gently patted Yang Tian's shoulder.

"You need to do something from the gang leader." Just now, Li Haisha received a call from the gang leader Zhan Wuya and told him about the Song family in Yanjing.

"Gangmaster, what is the mission this time?" Yang Tian asked, a little excited in his heart. He regarded every mission as a practical test of his own practice.

The gang leader usually won’t let him do the task. Since he does the task, it means that the opponent’s strength is quite good.

This is exactly why he is happy. To abuse food is not his style. If he wants to fight, he will fight someone with strong strength.

"This time you want to go back to your motherland, and it is also your birthplace of China, to help a family in Yanjing seize control of the underground world of Yanjing!" said Li Haisha.

More than 20 years ago, Yang Tian was an orphan he picked up from a road in Guizhou when he was in China for a mission.

"Huaxia..."

Hearing the word "Huaxia", he was slightly lost in his heart, and his feelings for Huaxia were very complicated.

On the one hand, it was his motherland, but since he could remember it, he grew up on the land of America. The blacks and whites here called him "Chinese boy". China is a label that he can never get rid of.

On the other hand, he had hatred for China because he was abandoned by China's parents. If Li Haisha had not saved him, he would have become a pile of bones now.

Now he is going to China to perform a mission, and he is mixed with emotion.

"Yangtian, do you have any problems?" asked Li Haisha.

"No!" Yang Tian shook his head and said, "Please rest assured, Master, I will definitely complete the task assigned by the gang leader!"

"very good!"

Li Haisha said with relief:

"This mission is related to the prospect of the Huaqing Gang's expansion to China. If you help that family seize control of the Yanjing underground world, the Huaqing Gang can land in China, thereby gaining more benefits from the big fat piece of China, so you must take it seriously!"

"I know"

He nodded and said, "This time I went to China. Not only did I help that family seize the underground world of Yanjing, I also wanted to promote the reputation of the Huaqing Gang and let those people in the Chinese martial arts world see how powerful and prosperous the Huaqing Gang is now!"

The Huaqing Gang was founded by a man named "Hu Ruli" a hundred years ago. Hu Ruli was a prestigious predecessor in the Chinese martial arts world at that time.

At that time, when foreign powers were rampant in China, during a period of time, rumors of "Hu Ru's stolen the country and seeking honor" suddenly spread in the martial arts world. After that, the news became more and more serious. The martial arts world then launched a battle against Hu Ru's swearing to kill Hu Ru's and then go quickly.

On the night of the crusade, in the Hu Mansion compound, there were bloody storms and flesh and blood flying. Hu Ruli's servants, family members, workers, men, women, young and old, were killed completely!

Hu Ruli was also seriously injured. Just when he was about to be killed, a Russian army broke into the Hu mansion. Foreigners held foreign guns and stared at the Chinese martial arts people present.

In the end, all the martial arts people were captured into the concession, and the foreigners used various despicable means to persecute many martial arts people to death.

Hu Ruli did nothing, and at this time, he further confirmed the fact that he was selling his country and colluding with enemies.

Only then did Hu Ruli realize that he and the entire Chinese martial arts world were fooled by foreigners.

The news of his treason and his enemies must have been spread by foreigners, with the purpose of causing chaos in the Chinese martial arts world and killing the Chinese martial arts world in one fell swoop.

Haha, but at this time, Hu Ruli no longer cared whether this was a trap designed by foreigners.

His family was silenced, and now he has no national hatred in his eyes, but only strong family hatred.

The seriously injured Hu Ruli took a plane and flew to the other side of the ocean. He lived in the United States and then founded the Huaqing Club. Until his death, he never forgot about it. One day, he would return to China and settle his blood debts with the Chinese martial arts world!

Li Haisha gave Yangtian the information of the Song family in Yanjing to Yangtian. At 8 o'clock in the evening, Yangtian took a Buick to California International Airport and boarded a flight to Yanjing, China.

At 9 o'clock the next morning, a Boeing 747 plane slowly landed at Capital International Airport.

Passengers walked down the gangway of the plane one by one. At the end, the Asian man with a height of about 1.8 meters, permed golden curly hair and a brown leather jacket.

Although he has a Chinese face, his clothes and the micro-expressions on his face are very different from ordinary Chinese people.

He is looking up to the sky.

He walked down the gangway step by step.

"Hello, Mr. Yangtian, I am Song Zhongping!" Song Zhongping and Song Yi had already been waiting at the airport.

Last night, Zhan Wuya sent him a photo of Yangtian. In order to show his respect for Yangtian, Song Zhongping personally came to the airport to greet him.

"Hello," said coldly.

Only when facing Li Haisha and the gang leader Zhan Wuya, he would show his humility. He has never taken the other people seriously.

Although Song Zhongping was dissatisfied with Yang Tian's attitude, he still kept a smile on his face. Yang Tian came to help him defeat the Zhong family, and he must not offend him.

The Song father and son led the Song family to the outside of the terminal and boarded the Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

"Mr. Yangtian has sailed for more than 10 hours, and I must be very tired. I have booked a room for Mr. Yangtian at the Yanjing Jingshi Hotel. Mr. Yangtian can rest well first, and then I will ask the dog to hand over the opponent's information to you." Song Zhongping and Yangtian sat in the back row of the car and said politely.

"Who is the opponent?" Yang Tian asked.

"I guess he is the strongest warrior under the Zhong family - Fu Kai!" Song Zhongping said: "I will hand over his information to you later."

"No need"

He chuckled to the sky. In his opinion, he had no need to understand his opponent. He was quite confident in his martial arts: "Take me to see him now!"

"Now?" Song Zhongping was slightly surprised and smiled apologized: "The genius began after the martial arts war."

"Wouldn't it be better if I solved it earlier?" He sneered at the sky: "Take me to see him now!"

Yang Tian felt that if the other party was not solved in advance if he did not follow the agreement, this would be the biggest insult to the other party.

Of course, he wanted to insult not only the Zhong family, but also the Chinese martial arts world. Because during the past 20 years of his growth in the Huaqing Gang, he remembered that one of the missions of the Huaqing Gang was to collect debts from the Chinese martial arts world and to shame the Chinese martial arts world!

"If you don't prepare, you have to challenge him. How sure are you?" Song Zhongping saw that Yang Tian was not joking, but serious.
Chapter completed!