In the hall, a British butler wearing a wig and a neat tuxedo opened the door for Shen Senguang. He pretended not to care about the owner's private affairs and asked: "Lord, the lady upstairs needs me to prepare lunch for her." ?”

What this actually means is, why didn’t the lady upstairs come downstairs?

In fact, the butler was not satisfied with his master for bringing that unclean woman home from the beginning. He even thought that because he was a Chinese, the adopted son of the earl clearly understood the noblest etiquette in the world, and he was willing to degenerate with her. Women fooling around on the street.

However, he soon felt guilty and blamed himself. As a British butler, his work must be rigorous, hard-working and professional, and he must not show any slight to his master.

Shen Senguang glanced at him and said, Damn it, now I've really become a big asset.

British butlers seem to have an annual salary of one million, and they only serve wealthy nobles.

Because he has served various big nobles for generations, he has always been known as the teacher of the nobles. Even if this group becomes more common in later generations, it has always only served billionaires.

Billionaires are the lowest threshold. In this era, without a prestigious title, you are simply not qualified to serve such a person.

Unless it's a fake British butler, which is what a third-party service agency casually calls itself.

Shen Senguang let go of his surprise. The main content of this game is in the boxing championship. Now he should rush to the championship as soon as possible.

"I want to wipe my hands."

The waiter next to the butler immediately handed over a small carefully folded napkin.

Shen Senguang wiped his hands and said to the housekeeper: "There are two corpses upstairs, they are famous thieves in Xiangjiang. I don't want to waste time dealing with them. Can you help me deal with them? Sir."

When the housekeeper heard this, he felt a turmoil in his heart.

The little master seemed to have changed. His eyes were firm, his expression was serious, there was no frivolity at all, and his tall and straight posture was like a general in the British army.

He suppressed his surprise at Shen Senguang and immediately called the local police chief. After a few exchanges, the problem was solved.

Seeing Shen Senguang about to go out, the old housekeeper immediately followed him.

There is an extended version of Bentley parked in the yard outside the door. During this period, it seems that Bentley acquired Rolls-Royce's production line in the UK, and the original Rolls-Royce switched to a production line in Germany.

Shen Senguang opened the car door and got in. The old butler quickly opened the rear door and followed.

The driver looked at Shen Senguang. "Sir, where are we going?"

"I heard that there is a boxing championship competition held in Xiangjiang recently. Please take me to the registration location there."

Shen Senguang said.

The driver looked at the steward awkwardly. He didn't know the specific location.

The old housekeeper said quickly and professionally: "Street 134, Wong Tai Sin District."

Bentley immediately went to the location.

Along the way, the old butler always wanted to bring the topic to Marseille. He probably thought that Shen Senguang would be too cheap to go to a boxing match played by a lower-level man.

At that time, Xiangjiang was full of small bungalows, which were well developed. The men and women on the street wore clothes that were not very colorful and patterned.

An hour later, they arrived at Street 134 in Wong Tai Sin District, where the Bentley was parked at the intersection.

When Shen Senguang walked down, he saw that the buildings on this street were covered with promotional advertisements, all talking about the boxing championship held in Hong Kong.

He saw a row of people in front of a first-floor office building in a narrow alley on Street 134. Everyone in the queue was covered in muscles, and their skin was covered in sweat and full of blood tension under the scorching sun. .

That should be the registration office.

The steward said at the right time: "Lord, this is the registration office. If we want to watch the game, we should go to the stands in Kowloon City, but the game will officially start in one day, and today is the final registration deadline."

"I have already booked five tickets in advance on my way here. You can go by yourself or bring anyone you want with you."

Shen Senguang looked back at him and said, "No, I don't need tickets. All tickets will either be refunded or you can use them yourself."

"I will participate directly and enter the arena as a player without a ticket."

The old housekeeper nodded subconsciously and said: "Okay, then I...what? Lord, what are you talking about? This is too dangerous. The kind of thing a lowly person does is not suitable for you at all."

"You have a noble status!"

Shen Senguang ignored him. Anyway, he understood that the butler could not resist his order.

He saw an advertisement for a boxing match posted on the building. In the center of the advertisement was a young man with a waist and a horse, punching forward. "The winner of the competition will receive a bonus of 100,000 pounds and challenge the previous champion. The man who won the honorary title of boxing champion [Shangguan Zide].”

"Who is Shangguan Zide?" Shen Senguang asked the steward beside him.

The old butler said in a memo: "One of the three major martial arts families in Hong Kong, the heir to the Shangguan family, the previous champion of the boxing championship, and the defending champion for two consecutive terms. According to legend, their family is the family in charge of Mazu's artifact."

Shen Senguang looked at the bottom of the advertisement, which also said that the winner could get the temporary use rights of the three artifacts.

"What are the three artifacts?"

The old butler frowned. He was actually not interested in Chinese myths, but as a British butler, he happened to remember these things.

He didn't know if he was aiding the evil deeds by telling his little master these things. "The three artifacts are just a legend. It is said that more than four hundred years ago, a disaster occurred in a town near Xiangjiang, and at that time the three major cities in Fujian and Guangdong were The mainstream gods Mazu, Prince, and Master gave their followers three artifacts to quell disasters, and those are the three artifacts."

"These three families are now the three major martial arts families in Hong Kong."

"But no one has seen the true appearance of the three artifacts, because...the champions of every boxing championship are all members of their three artifact families."

The old butler went a little overboard and slandered the competition. "Every champion is a member of the Three Artifacts Family. This only shows that there is something wrong with this kind of competition."

"If you want to see the three artifacts and that's why you want to participate, you can use your identity as a sponsor of the boxing championship to ask the three families to bring out the three artifacts."

The old butler said: "In the past few months, you agreed to sponsor the boxing championship for 50,000 pounds."

Shen Senguang nodded casually. This old butler must be the person in this game who introduces the background of the game to him at the beginning.

He was about to walk to the registration office when he suddenly saw the glass window of a unit building on the street next door suddenly shattered, and the entire window spread like spider patterns.

Shen Senguang stared at the window.

Is there anyone fighting in that private house?

Hidden plot?

Seeing this, you can go directly to the registration office, or after observing this phenomenon, go to the private houses over there to find out.

This is a plot choice.

To be honest, it was quite a coincidence. If I hadn't happened to look back and see this scene, I might not have noticed such a momentary phenomenon.

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Chapter completed!