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  Every prosperous city has its dilapidated side, and behind the bright and beautiful scenery, there is always darkness. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang strolled along a pedestrian street on the Kowloon Peninsula, passing the boring afternoon, and the streets were filled with small vendors occupying the roads.

  This is a crowded street, pedestrian street, an old street that has to be walked!

  It's been two days since they arrived in Guangdong and Hong Kong, but the two of them are still idle. For that 200 million yuan deal, Yang Ganglie has been busy every day from dawn till dusk, with no time to spare. He just instructed his two bodyguards to have fun in Guangdong and Hong Kong, and then ignored them.

  Still playing? This has been going on for several days already! Is this case a specially arranged company trip?

  Cantonese is an international metropolis with many places to play, but Wu Ming didn't know where to go because he was unfamiliar with the place. He followed Zhuge Dachang onto a bus and rode it to the terminal, deciding to play wherever the bus took them, ending up in the old town of Sheung Wan.

  As he walked on the bustling streets, Wu Ming's mood was quite pleasant. He smiled at Zhuge Dachang and said, "It's quite lively here!"

  "I really didn't expect that Guangdong and Hong Kong still had such poor places......" Zhuge Dachang looked at the old tenement buildings on both sides of the street and said loudly, "It's like going back to eighty years ago."

  "If he were to go back eighty years ago, Pig Brother would definitely be a mighty and powerful figure!"

  "Needless to say!"

  "He is absolutely the most outstanding traitor among all Han traitors."

  "Damn it, Wu Sangui is the real traitor..." Zhuge Dachang cursed with a smile, then let out a slight sigh and asked: "What's that Jiuhua talking about? Why does he always leave us behind? He's being so secretive, as if he's doing something shady."

  Wu Ming was equally curious and couldn't help but exclaim, "A 200 million yuan deal! If it's a scam selling rat poison, I don't know how many people would be killed."

  Zhuge Dachang smiled and asked leisurely, "What if it's 200 million yuan?"

  Wu Ming rolled his eyes and said, "Why didn't you say 200 million lira?"

  "Lira? Which country's currency?"

  "I don't remember, anyway two hundred million at most can exchange for a few tens of thousands from us, however, buying ten boxes of good underwear is still no problem."

  "Ten boxes of underwear?" Zhuge Dachang burst out laughing, "What a big deal! If we were to connect all these underwears together, it would almost be enough to encircle his entire estate!"

  Just as the two were chatting, a sharp whistle sounded, and the entire street suddenly boiled over. Various small vendors scrambled to flee in all directions, with Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang standing stupidly in the middle of the road, unable to react quickly enough. They had no idea what was happening.

  They control heaven above, earth below and the air in between. With just one person making a move, they can create an effect that empties streets of thousands of people. In the hearts of street vendors, they are like gods.

  It was actually a cat who came, no wonder the mouse wanted to run!

  Just a little while later, the entire pedestrian street was like a typhoon had passed through, with everything in disarray. Of course, it can no longer be called a pedestrian street now, as the road has been cleared of many things and large trucks can come and go freely without any obstruction.

  Zhuge Dachang was surprised and asked: "Sangu! Why is there a pair of underwear hanging from your hand?"

  "Underwear?" Wu Ming lowered his head and found that there was indeed a brand new pair of white underwear hanging on his arm, suitable for women, still with the tag on. Where did it come from?

  I heard that some people can emit a magnetic field and attract objects in mid-air, do I have this superpower too? But then again, why does the old man always attract underwear?

  Just now I was still thinking about underwear, and God immediately rewarded me with one. It can be said that there is a response to every request, is it so effective? Wu Ming really wanted to shout at the sky, dare not give brother a beauty!

  "This is a grandson's call, you love to answer or not..." This was the ringtone of Wu Mingxin's new strange phone number. Wu Ming casually put his underwear into his pocket and then took out his mobile phone to answer it.

  "Where is Wu Ming? Where are we now?"

  Hearing Yang Fenglie's voice, Wu Ming solemnly replied: "We are near the upper ring! Do you have something to do?"

  "Upper ring? Why run so far?" Yang Gang's tone had a hint of slight dissatisfaction, and he quickly added: "Let's go directly to the High Ball Wharf Stadium in Tuen Mun, hurry up!" After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

  "Whose phone?"

  Wu Ming said slowly: "The man with the brilliant chrysanthemum finally remembered us, and asked us to go to the Matou Sports Hall to share our innermost feelings with him."

  "Hurry up and go?"

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  An hour later, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang took a taxi to the Gaoball Dock Workers' Stadium. Yang Ganglie was waiting at the gate, his hair almost turned white with anxiety. When he saw the two of them, he didn't say a word and directly pulled them into the stadium.

  This is a small comprehensive gymnasium, with an internal layout of a cross shape. The north and south corners are the ball courts, the east and west corners are the volleyball courts, and the middle is the basketball court. A temporary boxing ring was set up in the center of the basketball court.

  There were already nearly two hundred people seated on the basketball court, with the vast majority wearing black suits, which gave Wu Ming a kind of illusion, as if they had come to attend a funeral, and the atmosphere was a bit eerie.

  The three walked to the commentator's booth, Yang Ganglie smiled ingratiatingly at a brown-haired young man and pointed at Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang, saying: "Mr. Sejanovich, this is the boxer I invited."

  "Yang! There's a Chinese saying that goes 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do', you can call me He Su!" The young man with the chestnut hair spoke fluent Chinese, and then he glanced at Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang before coldly saying: "Let them go prepare!"

  "Alright, alright!"

  What surprised Wu Ming was that this big boss from Ukraine was so young and could also speak Chinese. Zhuge Dachang followed behind him, accompanied by several tall white bodyguards, and then furrowed his brow.

  The entire stadium was packed with people, but there were hardly any conversations, nor did anyone sit together in groups. Instead, they seemed to have unintentionally divided themselves into eight squares, each occupying a corner, eyeing others warily, with an air of "each minding their own business". It all felt like a gathering of gangsters negotiating a deal.

  Back among the dozen or so horsemen, Yang Ganglie turned his head to Wu Ming and the others, revealing a smile, saying: "Wait for me later, I must get the first place in the boxing match."

  Wu Ming rubbed his nose and asked, "Is there a prize for this competition?"

  "There's 100,000..." Yang Ganglie let out a dry laugh and said: "Although it's a bit little, but if you help me win first place, I won't treat you unfairly, don't worry!"

  Bang...

  A middle-aged man wearing a horse jacket walked to the side of the boxing ring, rang the copper gong in his hand, Yang Ganglie patted Zhuge Dachang on the shoulder and smiled: "Okay, let's go draw lots!"

  The two nodded and walked towards the center of the court, and people also came out on stage one after another. Wu Ming leaned close to Zhuge Dachang and whispered: "Pig brother! Don't you feel strange? I have a feeling that we've entered a den of thieves."

  "That foreigner's bodyguard isn't an ordinary person, they must have been soldiers......" Zhuge Dachang's eyes burst out with a sharp light, saying: "The key is that I smelled on them......"

  Wu Ming interrupted faintly: "Killing intent?"

  Zhuge Dachang was shocked at first, then immediately calmed down, nodded and said: "We must be careful, if the situation is not good, we will escape immediately."

  "First earn one million and then run!"

  "That's necessary!"

  ………………………………………………………

  Only sixteen people participated in this competition. Wu Ming drew No. 9 and Zhuge Dachang drew No. 16, after which the referee announced the rules of the game.

  A match is only played for three rounds, each round lasts three minutes, the loser is eliminated, and other rules are similar to those of a free fight. What makes Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang feel embarrassed is that this competition actually compares national arts, because the big boss He Su thinks about Chinese Kung Fu.

  You can use Praying Mantis Fist, Dragon Claw Hand, Erlang Leg, Hong Kong Foot and so on. In short, you must use Chinese martial arts, and before going on stage, you need to introduce yourself, and every time you make a move, you must loudly shout the name of the move.

  What the hell is this crappy match! Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang were somewhat dissatisfied, but what could they do? For 100,000 yuan, they had to grit their teeth and bear it. Not taking the money would be unchivalrous.

  Next to the boxing ring were a dozen or so numbered cushions, Zhuge Dachang was about to go on stage for the first match, Wu Ming sulkily returned to his seat and sat down. It just so happened that next to him was a bald-headed man, the two of them exchanged a glance, and immediately felt a sense of familiarity.

  The bald-headed man enthusiastically greeted him: "Brother, are you also from Shaolin?"

  Wu Ming's face turned black and he replied perfunctorily: "I am from Mount Hua Sect."

  "How is this possible?" The bald man was shocked and widened his eyes: "Huashan School should be Taoist, right?"

  Wu Ming indignantly said: "Who stipulated that Taoist priests cannot shave their heads?"

  The bald man was refuted and left speechless, after a while, he said with an arrogant face: "Since we are not from the same school, then I won't be polite next time."

  Wu Ming replied: "Then be careful, I can easily break someone's leg with a single move!"

  "Baldy snorted: 'A real man, a big husband, even if his leg is broken, does he think I'll be afraid?'"

  "Do you know what is called the third leg?"

  "Hmm... I've heard of it!"

  Wu Ming revealed a sly smile and said, "I'm best at kicking the groin, you could say it's 100% effective..." As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Guang Tou's crotch before continuing, "Anyway, keeping it doesn't serve any purpose, losing it isn't a big deal either."

  "What I use, what I use......" The bald-headed man was so anxious that his face turned red and his ears were burning. He said: "I'm not a formal monk, I'm just a secular disciple of Shaolin Temple, my family still relies on me to carry on the family line."

  Just as the two were talking, the match on the field officially began, and they immediately cast their eyes towards the ring.

  Zhuge Dachang's opponent was a middle-aged man who made a fist and performed an ancient ritual, politely saying: "My name is Lin Jun, I am a boxing teacher in a martial arts school, I specialize in Xingyiquan, Tiger-Crane Double Form, please advise!"

  Zhuge Dachang nodded in return and said: "I'm Zhuge Dachang, a bodyguard. I specialize in... uh... Dragon Fist!"

  The judge raised his hand and let the two men retreat a certain distance before shouting: "Start the match!"

  Lin Jun stretched out his right hand, his fingers curled into a tiger's claw, and grabbed towards Zhuge Dachang's chest, shouting: "Black Tiger Plucks the Heart!"

  Zhuge Dachang generously let him approach, seized the opportunity to grab his waist and lift him up, shouting loudly: "My... Lushan Shenglong Ba!" After finishing speaking, he threw the person off the boxing platform.

  The scene was initially silent, then suddenly burst into a loud laugh and whistling. Lin Jun was thrown off the stage and rolled on the ground, after getting up, he immediately protested to the referee: "This is not ten-shaped dragon fist at all, he's fouling!"

  The judge was gone, and he counted to himself: "One, two, three..."

  "Damn it!" Lin Jun cursed silently, and got back on the stage. Soon, he repeated his mistake again, and was thrown off the stage by Zhuge Dachang with the same move.

  After going up and down, seven up and eight down, he burst into tears and gave up. In the first match, Zhuge Dachang won easily with an overwhelming advantage.

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