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After giving Li Qiang a lot of "rational suggestions", Zheng Qiuyang then took Li Qiang to the birthday party to get to know the environment.

Although the mountain city is just an ordinary small northern city, it is closest to the largest provincial capital of the three northeastern provinces, and it is only a few hours' drive from the capital, so it is only a stone's throw away from the national political and cultural center.

Because of this, Zheng Baiyi can easily invite many celebrities for his daughter. He is just a treasured daughter, and he is twenty-one years old after his birthday. It is time to find a son-in-law who is a good son-in-law. That's why he held this birthday party. On the one hand, he created momentum for his daughter, and on the other hand, he also wanted to see if several young talents appeared at this birthday party and gained favor from his daughter.

However, Li Qiang is not interested in these things. Now he is only considering how to make his performance successful and not expose the essence of his supernatural powers.

The auditorium of the Anti-Fengcao was very big, even slightly better than the Fuhuang’s performance hall. However, Zheng Qiuyang said that the guests that day were expensive but not much, so half of the auditorium would be separated by a screen.

Li Qiang seriously inspected the structure, lighting, layout, firefighting and backstage of the venue. Anyway, he had been a resident singer in a nightclub and knew more about these things, so he pretended to be similar. In the eyes of Zheng Qiuyang and Cao Dezhong, he was really a serious professional.

"Your performance time can be ten to thirty minutes. Please consider the details yourself and tell me as soon as possible." Zheng Qiuyang said.

Li Qiang nodded and said, "Give me three days first so I can formulate a performance plan."

Zheng Qiuyang nodded slightly: "This is the best. If you can add two female assistants as I suggested, I can appropriately put your performance time back and get close to the finale."

Li Qiang smiled and spread his hands and said, "This depends on luck. The assistant you find temporarily may not be reliable. If you fail, it will be bad."

"...This is true." Zheng Qiuyang was very disappointed.

Cao Dezhong, who was standing by, always felt that the atmosphere between Zheng Qiuyang and Li Qiang was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what the reason was. How could he have thought that Li Qiang accidentally looked at the most private part of the lady just now and was arrested to show up. Although this matter has come to an end for the time being, Zheng Qiuyang was resentful and was holding back his mind to prepare for revenge!

...

Leaving the Nefengcao Club, Li Qiang walked back while thinking about Zheng Qiuyang's suggestions.

For magicians, an assistant team is a must. The more advanced the magician is, the larger the team he has. He may be able to be an alternative, but as Zheng Qiuyang said, the show is not big enough, the level is not high enough, and the big enough.

As she walked, Li Qiang suddenly remembered someone, Xie Jing's cousin named An Ruosu. He heard that the art school she studied had majors such as dance, performance, etc. If she hired an assistant, there would definitely be a suitable candidate there.

After all, the Art Academy is an orthodox school. The students in it are "professional" with solid basic skills, high quality, and good cultivation. Even if the levels are uneven, they are probably slightly better than those wild models who are involved in nightclubs. Moreover, the ivory towers are less corroded and not as chaotic as the social dyeing vat. No matter from any perspective, finding people from the Art Academy is the first choice.

Li Qiang was thinking while walking, but suddenly he was blocked by a wide and burly figure. As soon as he stopped, he was surrounded by several people.

He looked up suddenly, and the expression on his face suddenly became strange.

"Feikun? You came out so soon?"

There was no other person blocking Li Qiang, but the boss who was labeled as a pig head by Li Qiang in detention. The man in the martial arts world was nicknamed Fei Kun.

Fei Kun's body was like a mountain of meat, weighing at least 250 kilograms. His face was full of flesh, his fists were as sized as a casserole, and his arms were a little thicker than Li Qiang's legs. He blocked Li Qiang's face, his eyes were full of playfulness, and the cigarette at the corner of his mouth shook, and his lips spurted a choking smoke on Li Qiang's face.

"Mom, can you call the boss's nickname?"

"Little bastard, you dare to win big until you die."

"Brother Kun, this kid is dressed well, he seems to be quite rich."

The gangsters surrounding Li Qiang were talking in a verbal way, as if they had already regarded Li Qiang as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Is this a narrow road for enemies?" Fei Kun looked up and down at Li Qiang, and said in a slight and uneven manner: "Li Qiang, it seems that he is doing well. Come with me and let's talk about the past?"

"Brother Kun?" Li Qiang glanced at him and curled his lips disdainfully: "What a big show, do you really treat yourself as a character?"

"Fuck, boy deserves to get a shot!"

"Brothers, beat him up!"

The gangsters were about to take action, but Fei Kun reached out and stopped him: "Don't beat him here, take him away!"

They don’t want conflicts on the streets, and why is Li Qiang the same? Three of these people have seen Li Qiang in the detention center and have attacked Li Qiang, especially Fei Kun in the leader, Li Qiang and his Liangzi the biggest. Now even if Fei Kun doesn’t want to attack, Li Qiang will not agree!

Next to the street was an open park. Fei Kun's subordinates pushed Li Qiang into it. Li Qiang was temporarily unwilling to let go, and they were surrounded by them and came to an unmanned corner.

"Li Qiang, you kid is also a big shot. With this kind of fearlessness, I admire you."

Fei Kun stood arrogantly on the periphery and sneered: "But nowadays, people who rely on their strength to speak in everything. Those who have the strength and are not afraid of death are heroes. Those who do not have the strength and are not afraid of death are stupid."

"I think you are stupid." Li Qiang responded to him with a smile.

Fei Kun laughed out loud because of anger, sneered in disdain, and waved his palm gently: "Trouble him."

Before he finished speaking, an impatient gangster had already swung his fist at Li Qiang's head. In addition to Fei Kun, six other gangsters surrounded Li Qiang in the middle, one of whom was holding a dagger and the other was holding a stick, and the others were holding bricks and empty wine bottles he had just picked up from the roadside. This was the standard configuration used by street gangsters when fighting.

However, Li Qiang's standard configuration is a pack of fine steel sand hidden in his body!

"Bang!"

The gangster who took the lead hit Li Qiang's blocking arm with a punch, and suddenly felt as if he had hit a hard rock. His punch was extremely powerful, and he could not withstand such a hard impact. He screamed and squatted aside with his right hand that was cracking.

The steel sand hidden under the skin of his arm flashed and disappeared. Li Qiang's feeling was just being pushed by someone, neither painful nor itchy, but his opponent obviously had lost the ability to do it!

"Huh!"

Someone kicked him behind him. Li Qiang used the same trick again, and his body suddenly became like a slippery catfish. The gangster's feet were not under any force at all. After the kick, Li Qiang immediately slid away to the side. At this moment, Li Qiang suddenly grabbed his ankle and dragged forward with force.

Because it was a sneak attack from behind, this person thought that his kick was almost certain, so he was very powerful. When his feet slipped, he lost control of his body. When Li Qiang pulled it so hard, he screamed strangely and his legs split into pieces and fell to the ground.

Li Qiang didn't even look at him. It was at least a ligament strain. There were not ten or eight people who broke into Li Qiang's move. Since he had the invincible wall-walking technique, Li Qiang has made this move perfectly. Everyone who kicked him behind his back ended up like this!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Ah!"

Various fighting sounds were heard one after another. When Fei Kun found that the situation was not good and hurriedly helped, Li Qiang had already put down four of his younger brothers. Among them, the least injured, Li Qiang hit two eye-blocking punches, and all four of them temporarily lost their ability to attack.

Li Qiang was so angry that he saw Fei Kun rushing over, and he was in the middle of his arms. He suddenly turned his body, his right leg was like a whip, and he pulled towards Fei Kun's head.

Fei Kun quickly raised his arms to block it, and even made plans to hold Li Qiang's ankle, but his arm just touched Li Qiang's ankle and suddenly felt a piercing pain.

"ah--"

He staggered back, with a bloody wound on his arm, his muscles cut by sharp objects, and even the bones inside could be seen!

At the same time, Li Qiang kicked a gangster in the lower abdomen, causing the opponent to bend down in pain, and then punched him and poured him into the ditch on the side.

"Brother Kun, are you okay?!"

When the last gangster saw that the situation was not good, he immediately pretended to care about Fei Kun and ran to Fei Kun in two steps.

"He can't die."

Li Qiang took a quick step, and the steel sand instantly covered his fists, turning into a real iron fist, pounding hard on the face of the guy who had kicked him in the detention center, knocking the bridge of the gangster's nose to sink on the spot, and lying on the ground on the side rolled and wailed.

"Li Qiang, you..."

"Bang!"

Li Qiang blocked Fei Kun's mouth with a heavy slap. Seeing that Fei Kun still dared to fight back, he immediately greeted him with a set of combination punches.

In boxing competitions, in order to reduce the damage to the human body, athletes must wear protective gloves. The stronger the violent tendency of the competition, the thinner the gloves will be. Therefore, the largest and thickest boxing gloves are in amateur competitions, and the smaller and lighter professional boxing competitions. In some competitions, only a few layers of protective cloth must be wrapped, and it is common to kill and injured.

Li Qiang's fist is almost equivalent to two iron hammers. If he does not control his strength, it is very likely that he will kill someone with one punch!
Chapter completed!