When a person is calm and chatting with you at home, this person may not be your friend.
"Mr. Geng, please don't bring harm to your family!" There was some pleading in Sun's voice.
"Do you care about your family very much, Deputy Chief Sun?" Su Yi sneered and shook his head, "In front of me, these useless disguises can be avoided. Last autumn, your wife took your youngest son back to your hometown to visit relatives. As a result,
You were kidnapped by bandits on the way, and they extorted 100,000 yuan from you. How did you react?"
Su Yi looked at Deputy Chief Sun with a smile: "You told your secretary at that time that you can remarry if your wife is gone, and you can remarry if your son is gone, but how many hundred thousand dollars can you earn in your life?"
"It's him! It's him who betrayed me!" Sun Ci-chang gritted his teeth, "When I said this, only the two of us were present!"
"Not necessarily." Su Yi said with a smile.
Sun Cichang looked at Su Yi with fear in his eyes: "Mr. Geng, this time I have offended you, a true Buddha, because I am blind and blind to Mount Tai. I apologize to you and I am willing to compensate you for your losses. Please tell me the number.
I try my best to satisfy..."
Su Yi stretched out his hand again to stop Deputy Chief Sun from talking.
"To put it bluntly, the wealth you have saved in your life may not be as much as my annual income. The little money you have should be reserved for you as a coffin book." Su Yi said with a smile,
"The reason why I came to you is not to blackmail you, nor to threaten you. I just came to tell you why I won't kill you this time."
Vice-Chang Sun trembled and said with a wry smile: "Geng, Mr. Geng, please stop scaring me."
"You still misunderstand me and think I'm scaring you." Su Yi sighed, "This makes me a little disappointed, Deputy Chief Sun."
"No, no, no, I didn't think you were trying to scare me. It's just that I'm timid and scared." Deputy Chief Sun explained hurriedly.
"It doesn't matter." Su Yi said with a smile, "Actually, I'm not going to kill you, but I'm here just to prevent you from causing trouble during the competition, because I value this competition very much."
"If a deputy minister of foreign affairs dies during the game, it will inevitably affect the game being held as scheduled. This is not what I want to see." Su Yi said with a smile, "Secretary-General Sun, let's discuss it.
During this period, you just be a spectator, and after the game, how about we fight to the death?"
"No, no, no..." Deputy Chief Sun waved his hands hurriedly, "Mr. Geng, I will never dare to provoke you again! If I still dare to provoke you, I will be a pig!"
"Really?" Su Yi asked.
"It's true, it's absolutely true." Vice-Chang Sun said firmly.
"But I slapped you." Su Yi frowned.
"This is a wake-up call!" Deputy Chief Sun said seriously, "Mr. Geng, I would like to thank you for waking me up! This kindness is equivalent to reincarnation. Please accept my respect!"
After saying that, he actually stood up and bowed deeply.
Su Yi looked at him, nodded slowly and said, "I believe you."
Vice-Chang Sun breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when Su Yi continued: "I believe you shouldn't dare to move during the game. If you want to deal with me, you should wait for me after the game.
If one day I am in trouble, you can give me a fatal blow."
Sun Cichang's heart skipped a beat and he waved his hands in a hurry: "I don't dare! I never dare..."
"Don't deny it." Su Yi said with a smile, "If you don't think so, I will look down on you. It is natural for a man to take revenge as his husband, and it is only temporary to suffer hardships."
"I……"
"Okay, my goal has been achieved today." Su Yi suddenly stood up, walked to Deputy Chief Sun, stretched out his hand and patted his face, "Remember, don't make trouble for this game anymore.
Moth! You can keep the thirty thousand US dollars given to you by Zhe Peng..."
Ci Chang Sun's pupils shrank and his whole body froze.
Su Yi chuckled and continued: "But this matter is not allowed to be done. Do you understand?"
"Listen, I understand." Sun Cichang smiled stiffly and nodded.
Su Yi nodded with satisfaction, walked around him and walked out the door.
Vice-Chang Sun's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Just as he was about to turn around, he caught a glimpse of the knife still on the table.
"Geng, Mr. Geng, your knife - your bottom line has been forgotten." He reluctantly said with a smile.
Su Yi looked back at him with a smile and said, "This is your bottom line."
Dong Dong.
He knocked on the door and the door opened. The officer nodded to Su Yi and got out of the way. Su Yi strode out.
Then the officer closed the door again and never glanced at Deputy Chief Sun in the room.
As soon as Su Yi left, Sun Cichang's legs softened and he fell to the ground.
He was shaking like chaff and tried to stand up several times but failed.
"Geng, Geng Liangchen..." He murmured with a look of horror on his face, teeth chattering.
"Come here! Come here!" He suddenly shouted like a pig.
The officer walked in and asked expressionlessly: "Secretary Sun, what are your orders?"
"Throw that knife out to me! Throw it far away!" Deputy Chief Sun screamed.
"Yes!" The officer nodded and walked towards the coffee table.
"Stop!" Deputy Chief Sun suddenly called to the officer.
He stared at the officer's face with a sick smile: "Do you really dare to throw that knife? That's the knife left by Geng Liangchen!"
The officer looked confused: "Who is Geng Liangchen?"
"..." Deputy Chief Sun's expression froze on his face.
"Does the deputy commander have any other orders?" the officer asked.
Sun Ci-chang's lips trembled, but finally he said dejectedly: "Put down the knife and call all my entourage over."
"I follow your orders." The officer nodded humbly and exited the door.
Ci-chang Sun sat on the ground blankly, and for a long time he faintly uttered two words: "Terrible..."
Returning to the Jinlou, Su Yi saw Gong Baosen's entourage still waiting for him at the door of his room.
"My master has ordered you to see him as soon as you come back."
"good!"
Gong Baosen hasn't rested yet and seems to be writing a letter.
Seeing Su Yi come in, he got straight to the point and asked: "How do you say the surname is Sun?"
"Next, he should be honest." Su Yi said.
Gong Baosen was startled, looked at Su Yi, and said thoughtfully: "You know the commander of the garrison in Foshan, and you can deal with the deputy minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Are you hiding too deeply? Or am I unable to keep up?
Time?"
"Master Gong, if I didn't have some skills, I, Geng Liangchen, wouldn't be here today." Su Yi said seriously to Gong Baosen, "I don't hide deeply, I do a lot."
Gong Baosen was silent, then nodded slowly: "The person named Sun originally wanted to bypass us and control you directly. Now that you have blocked him back, you must be careful of him bypassing you again. Don't believe his words easily.
A trick, a trick in hand, is the specialty of these officials."
"I took note of it." Su Yi nodded.
"You will also play tomorrow." Gong Baosen looked at Su Yi, "You are a smart person, so you don't need me to give you advice. But as you get older, you can't help but nag a few words."
"Please give me your advice!" Su Yi bowed.
"Hide your clumsiness." Gong Baosen said slowly, "Don't forget to save yourself a hand at any time. You don't have to be old with your moves, and you can only punch three times. In the ring, the most important thing is never how to defeat your opponent, but how to protect yourself.
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"Of course, this is not to tell you to be conservative, but to tell you to pay attention to your propriety, let people go out, and have the ability to take them back at any time."
Su Yi nodded thoughtfully.
"Have a good rest and prepare for tomorrow's game." Gong Baosen said, "By the way, I think you get along well with the southern warriors, which is good. If they can go to the north with you, this will be your team from now on.
Already."
Su Yi cupped his fists and bowed deeply.
Gong Baosen smiled: "Go ahead."
After Su Yi walked out of the door, Gong Baosen thought for a while, then picked up the pen again and wrote the last four words of this letter - No matter the grudge!
He checked the letter one last time and put it into the envelope.
There are four golden hooks and six large characters on the envelope - addressed to me by my beloved daughter Ruomei.
A night of silence.
At eight o'clock the next morning, the equipment competition officially opened.
A total of ninety-four contestants participated in the equipment competition, including thirty-one Chinese, twenty-three Zhepeng people, and forty foreigners.
The rules of the competition are the same as those of the unarmed competition, and the draws were already drawn during the opening ceremony yesterday.
The first game of today's game is between the Chinese warriors and the Zhepeng warriors.
To be honest, Su Yi is not optimistic about the outcome of this game.
The Chinese contestants in this competition are masters of Yanqing boxing. They are good at boxing and kicking, but their skills in equipment can only be said to be average.
Signing up for the equipment competition is purely based on the idea of hitting the same pole. In fact, many martial artists who sign up for two disciplines at the same time have this idea.
Su Yi actually does not agree with them doing this. Unless he is proficient in fists, feet and equipment, otherwise signing up for both parties with the idea of participation is likely to distract his energy and even cause injuries, which will actually affect the health of the people.
A game for both sides.
But he, Su Yi, took the lead in signing up for two courses, and other players also did the same. It was hard for him to persuade him, otherwise it would make others think, "Why can't you sign up if you can sign up?"
"The big sword used by the Zhepeng people is about five feet, which is about the same length as the Yue Fei sword you use, but the sword is thinner, lighter, and has a longer blade." Su Yi introduced to the Yanqing boxing players who were about to take the stage, "
I don’t know which school your opponent is from, but don’t be fooled by the person who uses a broadsword. His swordsmanship must be very light and flexible. You must pay attention..."
The Yanqing boxing player nodded repeatedly and took note of what Su Yi said.
It's a pity that after taking power, he still lost.
What he met was Masato Takagi, the orthodox successor of Zhepeng's "Hozan-ryu" kendo. This person was one of the best kendo masters in Zhepeng's country. When he met a "two-handed sword", he was simply guaranteed to advance.
One round!
Takagi Masato had no intention of wasting time with his opponent. As soon as the Chinese warrior started, he roared and dragged his sword to slash with great force.
Canglang!
Takagi Masacho didn't draw his sword until then.
There was a flash of silver light, and the next moment the blade came first and struck the Chinese warrior's body fiercely.
Shockingly fast!
Zhe Peng Kendo attaches great importance to drawing the sword and the speed of drawing the sword, and even has specialized techniques, such as the art of drawing the sword.
Takagi Masaoka's sword has the shadow of Batojutsu, but it is more powerful and concise than Batojutsu. This sword cannot be mastered without ten years of hard work.
Ten years of continuous drawing of the sword, and then drawing the sword again, the boring and crazy training, created this lightning-fast sword.
On the other hand, Yan Qingquan, the descendant of Yue Feidao, only practices swordsmanship because he "doesn't have too many skills to overwhelm his body."
Which one is higher and which one is lower will be judged naturally.
"Uh-huh..."
The blade struck the protective gear and armor, and fire burst out. The Chinese warrior screamed and flew backwards, falling heavily under the ring.
He struggled a few times, blood spurted from his mouth, and collapsed to the ground and fainted.
"To that trash!" Takagi put the knife away and cursed disdainfully in Zhepeng language.
The scene was in an uproar, not only because of Takagi's sharp knife, but also because of his ruthlessness.
With this blow, the Chinese warrior's ribs would have been broken at least several times, and he vomited blood on the spot, indicating that he had injured his lungs. Such a serious injury, let alone competing, it is God's blessing that he can recover slowly.
"You little brat, are you too harsh?"
"Asshole, he wants to kill someone!"
"beat him!"
The crowd of Chinese warriors who surrounded him were furious and very excited.
"That's enough!" Su Yi shouted angrily, "Can't you afford to lose?"
In one word, everyone fell silent.
"If you want to regain your position, meet Zhenzhang in the ring!" Su Yi said coldly, "Send him to the hospital!"
"Yes, Master Geng!"
The stadium staff quickly carried the man away on a stretcher.
"Takagi Masasaki!"
The referee announced loudly on the ring.
"Long live! Long live!"
However, the Zhe Peng players all cheered, and their cheerful appearance was in sharp contrast to the Hua warriors.
"Look at what makes them happy, isn't it because they won a game? The devils have never seen the world!" Someone on the Chinese side couldn't stand the show of force and power over there, and couldn't help but curse.
"That's right, people who don't know think they won the championship, right?"
That's really it.
Yesterday, the results of the Zhepeng people were not very good. Four people competed, and only one person won. After going back in the evening, these contestants were scolded by the top management of the Zhepeng team and warned them if they were still so bad today.
Results, the person who loses the game has to pay the price.
Zhe Peng's warriors entered the competition under great pressure. Now that they have had a good start, how can they not be excited?
The game will continue, but the second game has nothing to do with the Chinese. It is a Zhe Peng Kendo master facing off against a British fencing master.
In Western fencing, especially British fencing, the biggest drawback of most fencers is that some of their moves are too flashy.
They focus on the stretch and grace of their movements at the expense of speed and efficiency. The result is that they are completely vulnerable in the ring.
Zhe Peng's swordsman only used two moves to place the sword on the British fencer's neck, and the latter had no choice but to admit defeat.
Fierce applause erupted at the scene, and Zhe Peng, a master of swordsmanship, politely shook hands with the British fencers to show his "competitive spirit."
Towards Westerners, the Zhepeng people behave very docilely.