"The 'Xia Ke' is not a person. It is an organization that emerged among the people after the 'Corporate Murder Incident' thirty years ago. At that time, many boxers, warriors, and fighters chose to join."
"They hanged some of the leaders of black-hearted 'enterprises' under street lights."
"They will distribute their wealth to the people in the ghetto."
"However, this violated the law. Under the joint roundup by the police and many 'enterprises', the 'knights' suffered heavy casualties, and only less than five of the original twenty-four 'print masters' remained."
"The 'knights' have turned from bright to dark, and the 'enterprises' have also restrained themselves a lot. They have adjusted their daily working hours to ten hours, with one day off per week, and have also begun to build corporate hospitals and schools."
"Twenty-four 'Seal Masters'?"
Goethe asked questions that interested him.
"Do you know "Martial Saint"'s "Xia Ke Xing"?"
"The 'Xia Ke' each took a sentence and made it into a seal."
"People call them 'Indians'."
Zotte answered, and then hummed involuntarily——
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xueming..."
Zotte hummed, and the depressed man's eyes lit up.
There is not only a trace of yearning, but also a trace of admiration.
But, it soon became dim.
No matter how much you yearn for it, you still have to face reality.
He still wants to live.
His family still needs to live.
Quickly adjusting his mood, the member of the safety committee continued.
"Don't worry!"
"This won't affect you!"
"We have complete evidence here that proves that this bounty hunter was thrown away by you because he wanted to make money - I wish you a sweet dream!"
After saying that, Zotte stood up and left.
However, when he was at the door, he glanced in the direction of the bathroom and gave Goethe a smile that every man knows.
The door is closed.
Goethe went to the bathroom.
There was no one in the bathroom.
The vent was open.
The square vents are not big, and only cats can get in.
However, Goethe understood clearly when he thought about how the other party changed his body shape.
Picking up the hinged window of the bathroom vent, Goethe raised his hand and pressed it, and controlled the [Blood Crow Spirit] to carefully clean up some unnecessary traces - because he did not want to cause trouble for himself.
Also because...
'After we leave, they will build your schools and hospitals and raise your wages. This is not because of their conscience or because they have become good people, but because we have been here!'
Goethe sighed softly, turned around and walked towards the dining table.
There was his late night snack.
Although it was a bit cold, it tasted very good.
Holding a bowl of chicken porridge, Goethe stood in front of the window, overlooking the entire Luteng City, murmuring to himself.
"'Knight'?"
…
At ten o'clock in the morning, the car of the '10th Unlimited Fighting Competition' safety committee picked up Goethe on time.
Goethe picked up the pen and signed his name on the document, then handed the document to Zod.
"Goethe, from now on, all the 1,000,000 will enter the prize pool of this boxing match. If you win, you will get 9,000,000."
According to the rules, Zoot announced.
There is also a video on the side.
"9000w?"
"Not 1:7?"
Goethe was a little surprised.
"It's gone up again."
"Today, Deming Real Estate originally only invited our safety committee to be the referee, but Shanke Clothing and Jinluo Fast Food sent representatives to request to participate. This is in compliance with the regulations and we did not refuse."
"With all three leading companies in various industries in Luteng City participating, the five major martial arts gyms and the four major martial arts schools also sent representatives."
"Goethe..."
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
"I'll try my best to help you."
Zotte, who was introducing the bystanders, suddenly lowered his voice and asked.
"I want to eat pork belly chicken for lunch."
Goethe said.
Zotte was stunned. He looked at Goethe's serious look and finally nodded.
"Okay, I'll treat you."
The face is serious and the expression is serious.
There is no doubt that the member of the Safety Committee regarded these as Goethe's last words.
Goethe did not explain much.
Instead, he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to relax.
Actually?
It's like 'peeping'.
…
On an unfinished construction site, Mo Duoge, who had dark skin, extremely high cheekbones and an average build, sat cross-legged on a futon, while representatives from Deming Real Estate waited on him carefully.
Not far away were three groups of people standing.
One person is wearing a school uniform and has a childish face.
One person is wearing a training uniform and looks powerful.
In another place, there are people in suits and leather shoes, talking and laughing happily.
"I don't know how many moves that Goethe can withstand. Last time, Modo Pavilion killed the challenger with just one move. When he was dissected afterwards, the guy's chest was cooked."
A man in a suit shook his head in admiration.
"Goethe, I watched his game."
"Not enough."
"It's just one or two moves at most."
Another man in a suit expressed his opinion.
Representatives from the five major martial arts schools wearing training uniforms heard this, but no one objected.
After all, they only appeared here because the three major industry leaders in Luteng City gathered together.
But among the students, some expressed different opinions.
"Being able to get rid of the death of relatives and friends in a very short period of time, and defeating the powerful Darwell, is enough to prove that Mr. Goethe is a person with extremely strong willpower."
"He can't be defeated in one or two moves."
The boy wearing a school uniform with the word "东" on his chest opened his mouth and said.
The other person has a childish appearance and wears glasses, but his expression is serious.
"What do children know!"
"Dawell is still very powerful?"
"Facing a boxer from any of our companies, it's impossible to survive three moves!"
The man in the suit frowned and retorted.
The other man in a suit didn't say anything and looked at the student sarcastically, as if he didn't know what the world was up to.
"Dawell, who could not withstand three moves, died in the hands of Mr. Goethe, which means that Mr. Goethe can at least survive one or two moves."
The girl with the word 'nan' embroidered on her school uniform spoke.
The girl with twin ponytails and delicate face stared at her big eyes, looking bulging with anger.
"Oh."
The two men in suits stopped talking.
Suddenly, a boy standing next to him took a step forward and punched forward.
Woo!
bite!
There was a crisp sound, and a tiny hair-like weapon rolled back.
But there was blood on the boy's fist.
"Lu Ming, are you okay?"
"You sneak attack!"
The girl with twin tails scolded angrily, while the two men in suits continued to sneer, preparing to sneer again.
But immediately their expressions changed, and a blade of light suddenly slashed down with a chill. The two of them hurriedly dodged, but they were still a step too slow.
Stab! Stab!
The sword flashed and their suits became tattered.
A tall girl stood in front of the two men holding a knife.
"If you say anything again, I will kill you."
The girl has a frosty face and a cold voice. Although she is wearing a school uniform, she can't hide her heroic spirit.
"Li Yuan!"
The two men in suits yelled angrily and were about to take action, but the three students just stood behind Li Yuan at the same time, especially the tall and muscular Lu Ming, who stared at the man in suits and glasses who had just made a move.
The student pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, opened his hands and made a clicking sound. The most exaggerated thing was that the girl with twin tails pulled out a... chainsaw!
Buzz!
The motor rotates and the sharp teeth of the chainsaw rotate rapidly.
"Hahaha, everyone, give me some face."
Four men and one woman wearing training uniforms walked between the two, blocking the two groups of people.
Obviously he is very familiar with such a scene.
Four men walked towards two men in suits.
The woman walked up to the students.
In the low voice of persuasion, Moduoge raised his eyelids.
"ridiculous."
This voice is not disguised.
Representatives from the five major martial arts schools, the four major martial arts schools and ‘Shanke Clothing’ and ‘Golden Gong Fast Food’ all heard it.
The two representatives of ‘Shan Ke Clothing’ and ‘Jinluo Fast Food’ both turned blue.
It seemed that they thought Moduo Pavilion was one of their own, so they kept praising him. However, the other party did not show appreciation and even made sarcastic remarks, which was really too much.
Anger made the two of them glare at each other.
But it didn't happen.
Because Moduoge is a fighter.
Far stronger than them.
The people in the five major martial arts schools still maintained smiling expressions, and no one was allowed to offend.
Three young people from the four major martial arts schools looked ugly, but they endured it.
Because they also know the gap between themselves and fighters.
But the girl named 'Li Yuan' walked out, her palm already on the handle of the knife, and layers of cold and sharp aura brewed on this girl's body.
One step, one step.
One step, one layer.
When she took three steps, the three layers of sharp aura already made the girl look like a sharp blade unsheathed.
"Flowing Cloud Blade Intent?!"
There were exclamations all around, even Modo Pavilion was surprised, but then the other party shook his head.
"Third floor?"
"not enough!"
"If you can gather the fifth level, I will be happy to fight with you!"
Moduoge said and closed his eyes again.
But immediately, it opened.
Because, another layer of sword intent was condensed.
Moreover, this girl has no intention of stopping and seems to be taking another step forward.
Everyone looked over, but immediately they saw that the girl's face was getting paler and her body was staggering a little.
"Still trying to be brave."
Everyone thinks so.
The girl with twin tails even ran over to help the girl, and stuffed the pills in her hand into the girl's mouth.
"Oh, it's nothing more than that."
The two men in suits spoke again.
But this time, the tall boy and the boy wearing glasses rushed over directly.
The two sides fought together.
Fists and feet are in the wind, you come and I go.
The four of them were tied for a while.
But soon, the onlookers realized that something was wrong. The two men in suits gradually directed the fight towards Li Yuan. Everyone guessed what the two men wanted to do.
"So shameless!"
The only woman in the martial arts gym stood in front of Li Yuan.
Suddenly, two men in suits jumped out of the fighting circle.
"Is Juying Martial Arts School so nosy?"
Two men in suits asked coldly.
"If the road is uneven, someone must step on it."
"people?"
"Sometimes, it needs to be repaired."
The member of the martial arts school who spoke first appeared behind the two men in suits at some point. He raised his arms and put them on their shoulders. His huge palms just dropped down and gently pressed on the two men in suits.
The two men in suits were immediately unable to move.
but--
call!
A scorching palm wind suddenly struck.
The martial arts member's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and struck out with his palm.
Bang!
Put your palms together.
The members of the martial arts school took five steps back.
Moduo Pavilion turned over and jumped back.
"Iron Palm of Zhentian Martial Arts School?"
"hehe."
There was no substantive provocative language, but it made the member of the Zhentian Martial Arts Hall narrow his eyes.
However, the other party was not impulsive.
"After you finish competing with Goethe, we can choose a time to compete again."
The other party said.
"Can."
Moduo Pavilion immediately agreed.
At the same time, he glanced at the two men in suits.
Immediately, the two men in suits stood aside obediently.
That low-brow look that made everyone in the martial arts school suddenly feel heartbroken.
seem……
Modo Pavilion is specifically targeted at them.
Just as the martial arts school was frowning, a car drove up.
Goethe and Zod came down.
Goethe did not look around, but walked directly to Modo Pavilion and asked Zotte behind him.
"Can we start?"
"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry to eat pork belly chicken."
Such arrogant questions shocked the people around him.
Both the martial arts school and the school were stunned.
Especially Moduoge laughed angrily.
"Arrogant guy."
Moduo Pavilion angrily scolded.
"That's it."
"I declare - begin!"
Therefore, when he heard Zot shouting, Moduoge raised his hand and hit Goethe on the head. His anger made him forget the boss's instructions, and he wanted to kill Goethe with one blow.
When the hot palm wind hit his face, Goethe also raised his palm——
call!
A cone of flame spurted out.
PS Fei Long recommends a book written by book friends "Zhutian: Starting from Ten Miles of Foreign Affairs" ~
