Outside the Fule Restaurant.

Yang Sheng walked out of the door and sat on the steps at the door and lit a cigarette but did not smoke.

The younger brothers from Hong Shenglian inside were still drinking noisily, but the cold wind outside made Yang Sheng's mind clearer.

Since the accident happened to his parents, Yang Sheng has not been involved in smoking and drinking.

Because he is afraid.

I was afraid that alcohol and nicotine would erode his will, make him indulge in it, and forget about hatred.

Those chicken soup masters always say something like "It's better to let go" or something. After hearing it, Yang Sheng only commented on four words: Let your mom's pussy!

Don’t persuade others to be good without the suffering of others.

Yang Sheng couldn't let go of this hatred.

Even this hatred that had been held in his heart for five years was not released after he killed the Lin family and took revenge. Instead, it turned into a surging hostility and stirred up in his heart.

Until after entering the world of reincarnation, the fierce fighting on the arena and the club fighting. These seemingly cruel and bloody things made Yang Sheng feel extremely comfortable, as if the hostility in his heart also had a place to vent.

Otherwise, if this continues for a long time, Yang Sheng feels that he will become a lunatic and pervert sooner or later.

It can be said that Fatty Wang sent Yang Sheng to the world of reincarnation to save Yang Sheng twice.

"Brother Sheng, why don't you go to fight for wine and blow the cold wind here?"

The ghost man walked out staggeringly.

This guy was fighting with people inside, and put seven or eight people alone until no one dared to continue fighting with him.

Yang Sheng shook his head gently and said, "If you want to learn kung fu well, it is best to quit drinking.

Long-term drinking will numb your nerves and make your perceived movements slow.

The master you worshipped when you were a child did not lay a solid foundation for you. Although you have good talent, it is difficult to enter the realm of a master.

Haven’t you always wanted to learn kung fu? This is the boxing score of Xingyiquan, you can practice it according to it.

The Southern School boxing is exquisite and compact, short and powerful, and is good at turning and attacking between square and inch.

Northern School boxing is a big opening and closing, hard bridge and hard horse, and is good at frontal attacks.

It’s not that I don’t teach you more, but that I can’t chew more.

If you can integrate the characteristics of North and South boxing, your strength will definitely go further."

Before, Yang Sheng didn't teach the ghost man's article because he didn't understand what the ghost man's article was. He didn't want to cause trouble or waste time on the task and got entangled with him.

Now the ghost man Wen is following him. It can be said that his horse is so arrogant, Yang Sheng naturally has to be more generous to him.

Fatty Wang increased Yang Sheng's national martial arts specialty to 90%. This is a temporary improvement in experience and strength and other things, and cannot be taught.

But the things he learned before were also real kung fu, and he could also teach the ghost essay.

"Thank you, Brother Sheng!"

Gui Laowen's mouth was almost grinning at the ears, so he was so excited.

At this time, two Hong Shenglian's younger brothers drove Di Wei's Mazda and stopped at the restaurant door, holding cigarettes and rolled down the car window, saying, "Yang Sheng, Brother Wei wants to see you if you have something to do."

Di Wei wants to see him?

Yang Sheng narrowed his eyes and his thoughts turned.

He could always feel Di Wei's malice towards him, but Yang Sheng didn't care too much.

His goal has always been the main task, and he must first find an opportunity to get the Royal Guard.

Now that Di Wei takes the initiative to see him, it may not be a good thing.

Yang Sheng turned his head and stuffed Gui Laowen a stack of Hong Kong dollars, whispered: "I'll go see Brother Wei, you go and settle the bill first, let your brothers wait for me in the restaurant."

The ghost man Wen turned his head thoughtfully and left, while Yang Sheng went to Mazda to see Di Wei.

In the bar private room.

The harsh music has been turned off, but the lights are still flashing, making people's head hurt.

"A Sheng, sit down."

Yang Sheng naturally sat opposite Di Wei and asked, "Brother Wei is asking me for something?"

Di Wei put a black bag on the coffee table in front of him, and there were stacks of Hong Kong dollars inside.

"I'm very straightforward in doing things. If you take the money, you can do something for me."

"What's the matter?"

Di Wei lit a cigarette, took a long sip and said lightly: "Your ranking in the Dragon City Championship is good enough, and it's time to finish it."

In the next ring match, no matter who your opponent is, you will play a symbolic number of rounds and then take the initiative to admit defeat."

Di Wei is still smart and has not told Yang Sheng about Wu Tianhao.

Of course, the fewer people know about Brother Hao’s arrangements on the ring, the better.

Otherwise, everyone knows that I might not get the favor of Brother Hao, but instead offend Brother Hao.

Yang Sheng had a expressionless face and asked in a very plain tone: "I'm playing a fake game, what if I don't agree?"

Di Wei changed suddenly and said coldly: "Yang Sheng, don't be shameless!

If you don't agree, I'll tie you up and see Lao Ding, saying that you colluded with each other and attempted to rebel against the community and usurp the seat of the hall.

Then we will deal with it according to the gang rules, and we will send you three swords and six holes to swim in!"

Faced with Di Wei's threat, Yang Sheng's expression still did not change at all:

"Cao, I will believe such an outrageous reason? I just killed Helian's red stick and colluded with Helian? Am I crazy or Helian's one-eyed leopard crazy?"

Di Wei sneered: "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. Helian's one-eyed leopard will cooperate with me and hand over a little brother to identify you."

People, physical evidence, do you think Lao Ding believes in you, a 49-year-old girl, or does he believe in me, Di Wei?

Young people, clubs are not that easy to mess around. Do you think you can handle everything if you can fight? It's ridiculous!"

Yang Sheng stared at Di Wei, and after a moment he spitted out two words: "Waste!"

Di Wei was stunned and asked in disbelief: "What did you say!?"

“I said you are a waste!

That old man He Wenchang hugged you with the seat of the restaurant. After hanging for almost ten years, you have been foolishly believing you for almost ten years!

Hong Shenglian’s only red stick, he wants territory and strength, but he was suppressed by an old man for ten years. You are not a waste, who is a waste?"

The character-headed club is not only fighting, killing, but also a small political circle.

The leader of the restaurant is old and can't beat him anymore, so he has to use rules to press the people below and hang the people below with the seat of the restaurant, giving them hope and making them believe that one day they can also sit in this position.

The club has rules, and the elderly in the club can guarantee their own interests.

Newcomers also need to consider their interests after they get older, so they naturally have to uphold this set of rules.

But the problem is that He Wenchang is about to emptie Hong Shenglian. He has suppressed Di Wei for almost ten years but has not given him a chance to take office. He can still tolerate this. What is this a waste?

"Punish your mother! Seeking death!"

Di Wei was instantly angry. As soon as he stood up, Yang Sheng had already moved.

With half a step of force, the boxing force will collapse!

Di Wei hurriedly resisted, but was still hit by Yang Sheng's one and a half-step crash and sat on the sofa.

As Hong Shenglian's only red stick, Di Wei still has some real skills, and his position as the red stick was also fought one after another.

However, since he started to be pampered since he started to be generous after he was a red stick, he rarely even had time to do it himself. His kung fu has long been weak, so he didn't dare to compete with Ruan Feng at the beginning.

Di Wei was quick to learn and touched the Kaishan Knife next to the sofa with his left hand.

But the next moment, Yang Sheng kicked his left arm away with a whip leg, and the slash was pulled out, and it was pressed against Di Wei's neck.

Di Wei's face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat broke out.

"Yang Sheng! What are you going to do? If you dare to touch me, I will be offended. The club will never let you go!"

Then Di Wei slowed down his tone again: "If you don't want to play counterfeit games, don't play. Everyone is a brother of the club. Why do you have to be so tense?"

Yang Sheng showed a disdainful smile on his lips, and his tone was extremely calm: "Tell me, why did you suddenly want me to lose the next time the Dragon City Championship?"

Di Wei just wanted to make up a reason to fool him, but the next moment, the hijab in Yang Sheng's hand was already pressing towards his neck, and the stinging sensation suddenly came.

"Stop! I said! I said!"

Di Wei was frightened and told all the things that the one-eyed leopard had just come to him like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Yang Sheng frowned.

He had thought that Feng Le and Helian had some problems before, and it turned out that it was because of this hidden situation.

He was also blamed for being unlucky. I won’t talk about the first round of Ruan Feng, but I also drew a stepping stone arranged by Cuhao in the second round.

Of course, it is impossible to play counterfeit matches. Yang Sheng is very envious of rewarding side missions for every round of promotion.
To be continued...