Naturally, Liu Hu also knew that if it were later, there might be a large number of guests around the troupe, making it inconvenient to do so.
So he gathered his brothers and rushed over early in the morning.
"A lousy troupe dares not to save face for our dock. Brothers, smash it up!"
The leader was still Liu Hu, and there were a total of twenty-three people in the hall, all of them holding long knives and looking fierce.
Li Shangen stopped Leader Yang who was about to come forward to beg for mercy and said to Yan Zhendong: "Fellow, it's up to you!"
Yan Zhendong nodded, without saying anything, and went straight to greet him.
Leader Yang still felt scared: "This, this, this... these people all carry swords, can Master Yan do it?"
Ding Zheng and Li Shangen laughed and said nothing.
Liu Hu was surprised when he saw Yan Zhendong coming out, but he didn't think much about it and rushed forward with his knife.
"Kill him to death!"
The blade of the sword made a soft sound in the air, and it quickly approached Yan Zhendong.
Yan Zhendong stood motionless, as if he was frightened.
Whoosh!
The blade struck Yan Zhendong firmly on the shoulder, and everyone in the troupe was shocked.
"ah!"
"Oh my God!"
Leader Yang's legs went weak and he rolled his eyes: "It's terrible! People are going to die... People are going to die..."
Liu Hu was also shocked. He didn't want to cause any harm to anyone!
But just when he looked up at the wound he had made.
However, he discovered that the sharp blade only cut through the clothes of the man in front of him, not even the skin.
Liu Hu blinked.
Did I take the wrong knife?
"roll!"
Yan Zhendong roared angrily and hit with his fist!
Bang!
Liu Hu's thick body flew out and fell to the ground ten meters away. He rolled around for another seven or eight times before stopping.
The remaining gangsters all froze in place, looking at Yan Zhendong's simple image, and they didn't dare to advance or retreat for a while.
The gangsters are arrogant because of the weapons in their hands.
But this man is not even afraid of the knife!
How else to fight?
Yan Zhendong had no intention of stopping.
Having just found a new job, he couldn't wait to show his strength and rushed straight into it.
Like a tiger entering a small flock of sheep, the sharp and deadly weapons of the gangsters are like sheep's horns that have not grown out, and cannot even scratch Yan Zhendong's skin.
A melee with disparity in strength.
After a few minutes, Yan Zhendong eliminated all the gangsters.
Although the iron cloth shirt is biased towards defense and lacks attack.
But when facing a weaker opponent, especially when the opponent cannot even break through its own defense.
It’s simply a miracle!
"Add money!"
After a while, the first words Class Leader Yang said when he came back to his senses were these two words.
He ran to Yan Zhendong, took out more than ten large sums of money and stuffed it into his hand.
"Add more money! Five bucks a day! Master Yan, from now on, I will ask you to worry more about the safety of our troupe!"
Leader Yang naturally understands that a master like this must be firmly tied to the boat.
Direct bleeding!
"Master!"
Yan Zhendong felt the warmth of the money in his hand and was deeply moved.
Ever since he left home, there have been very few people who truly respected him.
Although Ding Zheng respects him, he can only respect him half way.
And the Leader Yang in front of me is undoubtedly the same one!
Liu Hu quietly got up from the ground and planned to retreat with his brothers.
"Stop!" Li Shangen shouted at Ding Zheng's instruction.
Yan Zhendong also quickly chased after him.
Liu Hu looked frightened, but still stopped and threatened: "Leave a line in everything so that we can meet again in the future!"
But Li Shangen laughed and said: "Isn't it unreasonable to just leave like this without compensating our losses?"
Liu Hu's expression froze.
After a while, Li Shangen handed over more than ten large sums of money obtained from Liu Hu and others to Yan Zhendong.
Yan Zhendong was shocked: "What are you doing for me?"
Li Shangen nodded: "These are your trophies, Master Yan. Of course they must be returned to their original owners!"
Yan Zhendong took the money with a look of joy on his face, and a faint and thoughtful light flashed in his eyes, just like when he received the tuition fee for teaching Ding Zheng to practice martial arts.
He seems to have discovered another opportunity to make money!
Liu Hu blushed, suppressed the hatred in his heart, and led his brothers away in despair.
Come quickly, go faster.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Zhendong.
Full of surprise and admiration.
This is a real master!
It is certain that in the next few days there will be a large number of people who want to learn from Yan Zhendong and then leave directly after hearing about the threshold of cultivation.
After Class Leader Yang calmed down his excitement, he began to worry again.
"Although Liu Hu was beaten away this time, he is just a hall leader. The Pier Gang will definitely not let us go easily. Even if Master Yan can fight, the Pier Gang can make it impossible for our theater troupe to continue operating, right?"
"What should we do?"
Ding Zheng had already taught Li Shangen what to say.
After receiving Ding Zheng's instructions, Li Shangen walked to Class Leader Yang and said firmly: "Class Leader, let's ask foreigners for help!"
"With foreigners as their backers, the Pier Gang will never dare to mess around!"
Leader Yang hesitated for a moment, feeling a little moved, but unable to make up his mind, and asked uncertainly: "But if we surrender to the foreigners, wouldn't we be traitors? At that time, which common people will still come to watch the show?"
Li Shangen said directly: "Foreigners are also divided into good and bad. We find good foreigners and let them come to the theater. This is not treason. We help foreigners harm the country. This is treason."
"Can foreigners really help us?" Leader Yang asked again.
"Of course!" Li Shangen said seriously, "If the dock gang is not afraid of foreigners, then if the foreigners occupy the dock, why don't they dare to take the dock back? Moreover, with the Westernization Movement in the capital, the government also wants to have a good relationship with the foreigners..."
"Actually, when I was performing on the street, I had a few encounters with a few foreign girls. I think you, the class leader, must know a lot of foreigners, right? Next, we will try our best to invite them to come to the show..."
Li Shangen said it was all over the place.
Leader Yang felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he even made plans to invite foreigners to watch the show.
I can only let go of my worries.
Let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!
…
"The progress of your iron cloth shirt training has been very fast. Now the hardness of your skin and flesh is almost equivalent to the point where I have been practicing for more than ten years. This should be due to your unique physique, but it is also because you are very talented.
I have almost nothing left to teach you about the application of Tong Zi Kung, so you can start teaching now."
Yan Zhendong frowned next to Ding Zheng and talked to himself, with a bit of sadness on his face.
Li Shangen had already fallen asleep lying on his stomach next to him.
Ding Zheng soaked his whole body in the medicine basin, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Ability: Boy Kung Fu 100%, Black Tiger Three Styles 33%, Beast Fist 33%, Iron Cloth Shirt 2%
Yan Zhendong is right to say that a large part of Ding Zheng's strength is related to his physique.
For example, in the system panel, the data of Ding Zhengtie's shirt never comes up.
It’s not that Ding Zheng’s cultivation progress is slow.
But in terms of Ding Zheng's physique.
Tiebushan is far from reaching the peak that Ding Zheng can reach at this moment.
The iron cloth shirt technique is rather special. It is not a move, but an external skill, which is linked to the physical fitness of the practitioner.
Different practitioners have different upper limits for iron cloth shirts.