As a young man from a wealthy family who was not yet thirty years old and almost entered the talent list, Kang Minghui refused to admit his failure.

Being young and energetic, he only wanted to believe that he was defeated just now by chance and because he underestimated the enemy and was careless.

Therefore, Kang Minghui now unleashed all his strength with this kick. He was confident that even a wall made of bricks and cement could be easily penetrated. Lin Hao would never be able to take it.

It's a pity that he was wrong, very wrong!

Not only did Lin Hao catch it, but he caught it literally, easily grabbing Kang Minghui's ankle.

Then he pulled hard, and Kang Minghui's body fell uncontrollably.

When Kang Minghui's butt hit the floor, it was like a bomb suddenly exploded in the private room. With a bang, Kang Minghui felt that his tailbone was about to be broken.

For a moment, it seemed as if the tables, chairs and benches all jumped, and everyone felt that the floor was shaking, but they soon regained their composure.

Lin Hao chuckled and said, "Are you convinced now?"

Kang Minghui's face turned pale, he said nothing, and his expression was extremely ugly.

The most important thing was that he felt that his lower body was so painful that he had lost consciousness, and large beads of cold sweat were breaking out from his forehead.

None of the bodyguards or Kang Mingya dared to help him, for fear of being scolded by him again.

Kang Minghui suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and said angrily: "You idiots, why don't you help me up quickly!"

Kang Mingya called two people to help Kang Minghui up quickly and brought a chair for him to sit down.

Losing is definitely losing, but Kang Minghui still can't believe this is true.

He gritted his teeth and asked: "Who are you? You must be less than thirty years old. You are not on the talent list. How can you be so powerful!"

Lin Hao sneered: "The talent list is just a joke, it is just a list established by the martial arts alliance to count and recruit the younger generation of martial arts talents.

However, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in China, and many true martial arts geniuses simply don’t bother to join this list, let alone become puppets of the Martial Arts Alliance.”

There is nothing wrong with this, but others do not agree.

If your martial arts talent far exceeds that of your peers, and you become a Martial Master or a Great Martial Master at a young age, if you don't get close to the big tree of the Martial Alliance, if you don't enter the talent list and become famous, what's the point?

When Lin Hao said such words, he was just ridiculed for his aloofness, which was a bit ridiculous!

"You're so good today, let's go!" Kang Minghui said bitterly.

He was no match for Lin Hao, let alone the eight bodyguards. They were just here to support the scene. In a real fight, they would not be as good as a high-level warrior.

He stood up and was about to take Kang Mingya away. Everyone thought the matter was over, but Lin Hao's voice suddenly sounded.

"It's a bit unreasonable to want to leave without leaving a hand!"

Kang Minghui's steps froze in place. Kang Mingya's face turned pale. The eight bodyguards turned around angrily and stared at Lin Hao.

The few rich second generations who were watching the excitement were so shocked that they did not even dare to express their anger.

Lin Hao's defeat of Kang Minghui was beyond their expectation, and now he dared to ask Kang Mingya to leave one of his hands. This was simply a bit reckless and reckless.

Does he think that defeating Kang Minghui means defeating the entire Kang family?

It’s simply ridiculous!

Kang Minghui turned around slowly. He didn't know whether it was due to injury or anger. Red bloodshot eyes gradually appeared in his eyes, which looked a bit oozing.

"You are looking for death! Do you understand?"

Although he admitted that he was defeated, Kang Mingya's hand must not be cut off by the opponent. This loss cannot be suffered, and the Kang family cannot afford to lose face.

Even if it was a bet that I personally admitted, I now have to shamelessly cheat on it!

Ximen Qingqing felt that the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost suffocating, and felt a little fussy in his heart. He felt that Lin Hao was playing with fire.

He managed to put on a smile and smooth things over: "Brother, let's forget about this matter. Mr. Xiaokang is my friend. Give me face and don't pursue it any further."

Lin Hao's originally stern face suddenly laughed and patted Ximen Qingqing's shoulder gently, as if he had just made a joke.

"I'll give you some face and spare them."

Then he looked at the two Kang brothers and said in a very casual tone: "Originally, you had to leave one hand before leaving regardless of what you said today. Since the fat man is interceding for you, then you can get out!"

Lin Hao originally wanted to send a favor to Ximen Qingqing, so as not to cause conflicts between the Ximen family and the Kang family because of himself, but he did not know that the two Kang family brothers did not appreciate the favor at all.

But Kang Minghui was not as skilled as others and had nothing to say. He snorted coldly and asked Kang Mingya and the eight bodyguards to leave.

Other rich second generations also left one after another, and no one greeted Ximen Qingqing.

Ximen Qingqing felt very uncomfortable when he saw that he and Lin Hao were the only ones left in the private room.

It was a nice dinner, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Now I don't even have a friend, but I have an enemy.

But this is good, at least he knows the true colors of those bad friends in advance, and now he has Lin Hao as his best friend.

Ximen Qingqing felt that Lin Hao was his best friend because they had experienced life and death together, and Lin Hao even saved his life.

When he was chased by robbers in the jungle of Shimen Mountain, and when a disciple of the Qingyun Sect put a knife on his neck, it was Lin Hao who came to help.

So Ximen Qingqing soon realized that Lin Hao, a loyal friend, would not trade for a hundred fair-weather friends.

"Brother Dongfang, I will take you around Tianhai first, and then we will go find Lin Xiaoxiao together in the evening." Ximen Qingqing warmly invited.

"Okay." Lin Hao agreed readily.

In his memory, this was the first time he came to Tianhai. As for what happened before he was eight years old, he had long forgotten it.

Anyway, Qiao Kexin was too busy to pay attention to him. He also wanted to walk around and try to see if he could be moved by the scene. If he saw some familiar things, he might think of something.

At this moment, the old man who had been guarding the door walked in and handed his mobile phone to Ximen Qingqing.

"Master, your phone number."

"Thank you Mr. Ding!"

Ximen Qingqing took the phone very politely, and then spoke in a low voice to the person on the other end of the phone.

Lin Hao had seen this old man at the hotel door before and knew that he was Ximen Qingqing's personal bodyguard and an intermediate martial artist.

But for some unknown reason, the old man always looked at Lin Hao with wary eyes, as if he was wary of something.

After making the call, Ximen Qingqing came over and said with an apologetic look: "Brother, my dad asked me to go back immediately. Why don't you come with me? From now on, you will stay at my house, not in a hotel."

Lin Hao declined politely: "I have already booked a room in the hotel. I have something to do later and will visit you another day."

Ximen Qingqing did not force himself. When he learned that Lin Hao had come by taxi, he said that he would take Lin Hao back to the hotel before going home.

When we walked out of Tianhai Hotel, it was still raining. The waiter held up a big black umbrella and wanted to take Lin Hao to the car.

Lin Hao smiled and asked him to see Ximen Qingqing off first, then he held up the old umbrella given to him by the taxi driver and walked towards Ximen Qingqing's luxury car.

After Ximen Qingqing got on the bus, he handed a red envelope out of the window and gave it to the waiter standing outside the car door holding an umbrella.

The waiter suddenly smiled brightly and bowed to Ximen Qingqing repeatedly, regardless of his butt getting wet from the rain when he got out of the umbrella.
Chapter completed!