Mr. Smith and Mr. Carl were in the room directly opposite. Smith even smiled proudly, hugged a hot Shanghai girl and raised his glass to indicate: Look, I am very good and healthy now.
This is a demonstration! Zhu Tong smiled at Smith, feeling calm. The butterfly poison on Smith was still there, and as long as he had not left Shanghai, his life was in the hands of the little liar. But now is an extraordinary period, Zhu Tong
Don't want to cause too much trouble.
The majestic melody of the march played in the Manjiang Flower Rain. Qingmei walked onto the stage and elegantly thanked all her friends for coming, thanked Mr. Tian for supporting the Manjiang Flower Rain, thanked Mr. Smith and the Gibson Foundation for their love, and then expressed her gratitude to the confused
The guest of water reveals the mystery of the arena competition.
In order to provide a platform and opportunity for the masters in the fighting world to communicate, Mr. Smith Wasenberg invested 5 million US dollars to set up the Kipson World Free Fighting Arena in Shanghai. Selection starts in September every year, and in November
The finals will be held in the first week. The total prize money is up to US$500,000, of which the winner will receive US$300,000.
Since this year is the first one and time is short, we invited the world's top free fighting master, Mr. Paolo from Italy, to be the ringmaster, and the attacker is the Chinese martial arts master, Mr. Lance Ken.
There are three referees, but Zhu Tong cannot see them from his perspective and can only listen to Qingmei's introduction. There is an American boxing coach, the other is a professional kickboxing referee from the Sports Commission, and the last one is an acquaintance, a Chinese martial arts master who has returned from overseas.
China’s last knight-errant: Mr. Zhou Banweng.
After the introduction, Qingmei walked down the stage with a swaying voluptuous waist, leaving the professional host to show off and exaggerate the atmosphere. Not many people in the hall knew Zhou Banweng, and they didn't know what the name Zhou Banweng represented, but they still burst into warm applause.
Paul jumped up first and took off his shawl, revealing his muscular body.
There were several women's screams all around, and Paul proudly showed off his chest hair, leg hair, and armpit hair, which really gave people a strong sense of masculinity. Qin Keqiang was moving his hands and feet in the audience. He just had a well-proportioned body and strong muscles.
"Are you two satisfied with our service?" The door rang, and Liu Yilan stood pretty in the middle of the private room.
"Sister Liu, this is Shanghai. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble by doing this?" Zhu Tong half-turned around. He was really worried. In China, such an arena competition carries great risks.
Liu Yilan was wearing a dark green cheongsam, with a snow-white mink shawl covering her shaved shoulders; a sprig of tender yellow alyssum sprouted from her tall breasts, and the faint fragrance exuded a looming temptation; she said with a delicate smile: "It's precisely because this is Shanghai.
It doesn’t matter anymore. Mr. Paul is Italian, Mr. Lance Ken is French, and Manjiang Huayu is a Hong Kong-funded enterprise; you think, according to Chinese laws, who can control it?"
"Sister, you are awesome." There is a professional lawyer downstairs. Liu Yilan dared to do this because she must have studied it carefully, right? Zhu Tong found it funny. The energy of the Eight-Rank Orchid is much greater than that of Zhumen. They have trained professional lawyers, senior brothers.
It was Liu Xilan who helped fish it out. Isn't it just a waste of time for me to worry about it?
Liu Yilan frowned at Zhu Tong's carelessness. Seeing Matsui Shi's lost look, she probably understood the situation here, so she no longer concealed it and did not treat Matsui Shi as an obstacle. She approached the tea table and held out her orchid finger.
He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of scented tea, "Well, good tea; Mr. Matsui, you should try the scented tea brewed by Mr. Li. It will be of great benefit to your body."
Matsui Shi hummed without saying a word, picked up the tea and drank it. Liu Yilan looked at it carefully for a moment, turned to Zhu Tong and smiled: "Mr. Matsui is a guest, you can't go too far."
"I know what I am doing." Zhu Tong filled the cup for Matsui Shi; "Mr. Matsui also knows what I am going to do, and Sister Liu should also know."
"This is the purpose of my coming, I need a reason." Although Liu Yilan still smiled Qiao, Zhu Tong still felt the pressure of Wuming.
This is Manjiang Huayu, the territory of the eighth-grade Orchid. There are thousands of thugs outside, including masters from Jiang Xiaoyu and the first-grade Golden Buddha. Once something unexpected happens, the sisters of Orchid will have to bear a lot of pressure and risks.
There really needs to be a good reason to make it easy for Liu Yilan to talk.
"I need help. In one hour, I will take Miss Jingchi Xuemei out of Shanghai. The eldest sister should know what Young Master Tian is going to do, and I want to stop him. No, let me finish."
Liu Yilan wanted to interrupt him, but Zhu Tong waved his hand to stop him. Time was tight, and he could not let what Liu Yilan said interfere with himself or Matsui Shi.
"Sister, I have always been very grateful to you. There are countless heroes in the world, but I only admire you; not for anything else, just because of my infatuation with the bamboo Taoist priest. What I am about to do is very dangerous, and I know what others will say.
I'm just stupid, so what? I don't have such lofty ideals as Taoist Bamboo. However, I can't accept Brother Lan's words, not only for Zhumen, but also for the future of Ye'er and Jianghudao. Leaving Shanghai and even leaving China,
Maybe I will lose her forever; if I escape now, the rivers and lakes will definitely fall apart. As long as there is a little hope, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, I will still try."
"Why did the rivers and lakes split?" Liu Yilan thought slowly and asked slowly.
"They are too rich, they are fascinated by the money game." Zhu Tong pointed outside, pointing to the Grand Master's Mansion next door; "I can't contact Baili Xiao, he is the head of Qianmen; but I saw
The pirate captain and Jiang Xiaoyu are together. I can only speculate that Master Tian has used Jiang Xiaoyu's hand to control Qianmen, and Baili Xiao has either escaped or been killed. Sister Liu, don't you see? Aren't those people below here?
To support them, thousands of disciples were monitoring everything in Manjiang Huayu. Mr. Tian used this trick to tie the first-grade Golden Buddha, the fourth-grade Honghuo and the fifth-grade Qingyang to his waistband, as well as two others, Silver Spear and
Mr. Smith. If Miss Xuemei signs a contract with him smoothly, Mr. Tian will disappear soon, and a big storm will be inevitable. At that time, everyone involved in this matter will be unlucky, and the world will face a catastrophe.
"
"How sure are you?"
"Five points, Wang Xiangjian promised me that if I can help him this time, he will help me cover up. If I can successfully take Miss Xuemei away, at least the country will not suffer too much loss, and the turmoil caused will be much smaller. Everyone, but
It’s just a loss of some money. Maybe Jianghu Dao can still be maintained.”
"I promise to help you." Matsui Shiki suddenly said, "Mr. Li, what you said makes sense. The Jingchi Consortium will not let its friends suffer losses for its own benefit."
"Okay, after the competition, you go to the Xuelan Huating corner on the first floor and wait. I will arrange for Miss Xuemei to rest there. There is a secret passage in the third pavilion of the Xuelan Huating that leads to the river. You can leave from there.
.However, Lincoln said: You can fool all the people all the time, and you can fool some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.”
After Liu Yilan finished speaking, she smiled at Matsui, and caressed the rim of Zhu Tong's cup with her hand as if casually: "The tea is cold. The road is dangerous, drink a few more cups." Turned around and left.
Zhu Tong saw that there was a bright red tea fruit in the cup, so he quickly picked up the tea stove and poured half a cup of boiling water into it.
A trace of mist floated on the rim of the cup, and soon spread out to cover the tea cup; a few red lights flashed in the mist, but the tea cup instantly became cold.
Zhu Tong raised his head and drank it, and a stream of scalding heat sank into his lower abdomen, instantly decomposing into hot and cold energy and flowing throughout his body. Finally, his chest converged into one place, and the two senses, hot and cold, were intertwined.
The tea fruit that Liu Yilan threw in must be extremely precious, but she didn't know how to get it. He was full of strength, but the feeling in his mouth was really bitter and unbearable.
"Who is Lincoln?" Zhu Tong tore off a few orchids and stuffed them into his mouth.
"President of the United States." Matsui Shiki also tore off an orchid but didn't dare to eat it.
"I know he is the president of the United States, but why would he say such a thing?"
"Because he was a conscientious politician and offended some people; he was later killed by a killer." Matsui gestured for a shot.
"Oh, Mr. Matsui is indeed knowledgeable."
"There, I know the ways of Jianghu, Mr. Li; I know Zhumen, and I also know the name Zhutong." Matsui smiled mysteriously; "So, this time I will put my treasure on you."
Zhu Tong was surprised; "You also know the Tao of Jianghu?"
"Don't forget, the Jingchi family has lasted for eight hundred years, and we have been doing business with China. You must ensure the safety of Miss Xuemei."
"I promise; even if I die, Miss Xuemei will not be harmed."
"Okay, you can go ahead. I, He Zhi, will pretend to be confused in Shanghai and try my best to convince the police that Mr. Hotan and Miss Xuemei were just young and playful and ran away to relax, and were not kidnapped. I want to say hello to Mr. Nomura and he will follow.
Together, you can protect Miss Xuemei."
This arrangement was very good. Zhu Tong momentarily doubted whether Matsui Shiki wanted to borrow a knife to kill people. He thought of the strange rule: if Ichichi Xuemi had an accident, the property of the Ichichi family would be donated free of charge; he had no choice but to believe Matsui Shiki. It was just that
, Matsui Shiki and Matsui Heishi stayed in Shanghai, Mr. Tian seemed to be less embarrassed.
Three gongs sounded outside, Qin Keqiang and Paul walked onto the ring, and the ring match began.
Paul was very arrogant and launched an attack from the beginning. He punched very fast, and every punch was accompanied by a whirring sound.
Kickboxing is different from any other martial arts event. Punches, kicks and knee strikes are allowed, but elbow strikes are not allowed. Paul's legs are not fast, but he has great strength and steady pace. In addition, he is tall and powerful, and he quickly gains the upper hand.
He almost chased Qin Keqiang around the arena.
"Mr. Smith is very proud." Matsui said with a wicked smile.
Zhu Tong looked across and saw Smith's triumphant look. There was a phone in the private room. Zhu Tong pulled the phone to the window and dialed the number of the opposite bakery: "I'm talking to Smith."
Smith also saw Zhu Tong, held the microphone to his ear, held the wine glass in his left hand, and hugged the beauty with his right hand: "Director Li, I'm glad to hear your voice."
"I want to have a bet with Mr. Smith, are you interested?"
"Of course I'm interested. If I win against Mr. Paul, he will definitely tear that yellow monkey into pieces."
"Five million dollars, bet Mr. Lance Ken to win." Since someone gave money, Zhu Tong was happy to get rich. The old swindler's Wanghai Pharmaceutical needs a large amount of funds, and the latest 50 million yuan has not yet been received.
"Hahaha, Director Li is very courageous. Unfortunately, you like to scaremonger too much. This is not a good habit. Five million US dollars? I agree with your bet. However, it seems that we need a guarantor."
"Is it okay, Mr. Matsui Shiki? He is right next to me." Zhu Tong pulled the Matsui Shiki. He was relatively short and had to stand up so that he could see clearly from the other side.
"Okay, I have no problem. Mr. Carl will be my guarantor."
The two guarantors started talking on the phone. Zhu Tong and Smith looked at each other and smiled, then focused their attention on the ring.
Qin Keqiang's right fist collided with Paul's right fist, and neither of them took advantage. Zhu Tong frowned, feeling that Qin Keqiang's steps were unsteady, and he seemed to have suffered a bit.
It's strange, Shi Qimen's punch is unique in the world, how can Paul's fist withstand Qin Keqiang's iron fist?
At this moment, Paul's fists hit him like raindrops. Qin Keqiang was unable to parry and was hit in the head. He pulled up on the spot, passed over Paul's head, and kicked Paul into the back of the head.
Both of them suffered a bit, and each occupied a corner and refused to attack easily. Qin Keqiang's forehead was hit with blood beads dripping out, and they hit the ring drop by drop. He did not wipe it off, but leaned down like a leopard and stared at it.
Paul's right hand.
Zhu Tong felt that Qin Keqiang had accumulated strength, and this blow must be extraordinary; but he did not expect that what followed would be such a gorgeous performance.
Qin Keqiang suddenly jumped up, almost the same as Paul's move just now. His fists rained down on his opponent, but he only aimed at one target: Paul's right arm.
Liu Yilan said that Paul had to pay a price and keep his right hand; this should be the real reason for this arena match.
Everyone in Manjiang Huayu heard the clear sound of bones breaking, followed by Paul's scream.
However, Qin Keqiang's blows were not over. No matter where Paul hid his right hand, Qin Keqiang's iron fist would always hit the same position immediately.
Finally, Baojun simply lay down on the ground and put his right hand under his body.
Qin Keqiang kicked him over, causing Paul to roll several times and lie on his back beside the ring.
Danny Rawson jumped up and stopped Qin Keqiang: "NO, NO, NO. He has already given up."
"Shameless." Qin Keqiang squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth, spat a mouthful of blood on Paul's face contemptuously, turned over and jumped off the ring.
There were warm applause and shouts below. Everyone in the box on the second floor could see that the glove on Paul's right hand had been shattered. From the wrist to the palm, the phalanges were all soft. The bones inside had been damaged by the series of blows just now.
An irreparable comminuted fracture has formed.
The important thing is that everyone can see that Paul is wearing a shining helmet under his gloves; if it weren't for it, Paul's finger bones would not have been so damaged.
The referees had nothing to say. They all thought that if Paul had not brought this concealed weapon that was not in line with the principle of fairness, Mr. Lance Ken would not have behaved so cruelly.
The referee was about to announce the results of the ring competition when a pure white monk suddenly appeared on the ring, with white clothes, white hair and a white beard. He pointed at Qin Keqiang and shouted arrogantly:
"I also want to compete in the ring to show off the prestige of our country. Amitabha Buddha, the land of China does not tolerate evil spirits and heretics running rampant. You, come up, come up, let's make gestures."