The messenger was caught off guard and was sent flying four to five meters.
"Why do you have the last name Zhang?"
Li Xiaofei took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and said calmly, "I hate people named Zhang the most in my life."
The messenger was confused.
This guy obviously just wants to hit me.
But he still carefully found a reason.
"Just wait, your death anniversary will be in two days."
The messenger covered his face, said harsh words angrily, and left quickly.
Li Xiaofei looked at Chu Tiankuo and other Yuntian Society masters and said, "Brothers, please pay attention to safety these days. If the Black Blood Society comes to cause trouble, don't cling to your territory. The most important thing is to stay alive."
Many warriors from Yuntian Society breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.
The eyes that looked at Li Xiaofei were also filled with gratitude.
They were not allowed to fight to the death as cannon fodder.
Chu Tiankuo, the leader of the third hall, hesitated and said, "If we lose our territory and property, then the society will not be able to maintain it and everyone will starve to death."
Li Xiaofei said, "It doesn't matter, I have everything."
Then he said, "By the way, send someone to keep an eye on Guang'an Community and notify me as soon as possible if there is any movement."
Then he turned around and walked to the office to continue practicing in seclusion.
…
…
Two days later.
Memorial Day Square.
The Martial God Arena battle is about to begin.
The top leaders of the seven major associations in the slums all arrived.
The top leaders of the seven major societies in the slums, Yuntian Society, Black Blood Society, Yuezhuang Gang, Sewage Plant, Little Knife League, Thunder Fire Club and Dragon Tooth Club, all arrived.
Among them, the talkers of the Yuezhuang Gang, the Sewage Plant and the Little Knife Alliance had already fallen under Dugu Que's sword, chose to surrender, and were annexed by the Black Blood Society.
At this time, the three former slum club bosses, Yuezhuang Gang Hong Jiusheng, Sewage Plant Xie Jing, and Xiaodao League Zhuang Huiyuan, put on the black uniforms of the Black Blood Society, led their respective subordinates, and stood upright in Dugu Yi.
Behind the dragon.
All three of them had expressionless faces, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
"Haha, Mr. Chen, have you recovered from your injuries?"
Dugu Yilong was in high spirits. He looked at Chen Wenxian, the general manager of Leihuo Club, and laughed and said, "If you really can't stand, don't hold on, find a wheelchair and sit down."
"You don't have to worry about sitting in the hall alone. I'm standing very steadily now."
Chen Wenxian looked at his left leg equipped with a mechanical prosthesis, and there was a trace of hatred in his eyes.
In that battle three days ago, his left leg was severed by Dugu Que with a single knife.
For practitioners of ancient martial arts, a broken leg is equivalent to cutting off the way forward for cultivation.
Dugu Yilong became more and more proud and said, "My son said that if you don't surrender within three days, you will be eradicated. Mr. Chen, the deadline is less than two hours away. You want to die?"
Don’t you think about the hundreds of brothers from the Leihuo Club who are following you to earn a living?”
Chen Wenxian said calmly, "Two hours is enough time for a lot of things to happen. Why should you be so anxious when you are sitting alone alone?"
"Huh, I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."
Dugu Yilong said in a cold voice, "Since you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."
At this moment, there was a burst of noise from the crowd.
The people from the Dragon Tooth Society have also arrived.
The first one is an old man. He looks to be about sixty years old, about 1.73 meters tall. He has a skinny build, a long face with no flesh, and high temples.
Puff up and stroke your goatee three times.
It is difficult for anyone to associate this image with being number one in the slum fighting power list.
But his name is Wu Potian.
He has been doing this for ten years and ranks first in the slum fighting list.
Wu Potian was surrounded by more than twenty warriors, most of whom were wearing masks and were all elites of the Dragon Tooth Society.
The Dragon Teeth Society is a relatively special gang organization in the slums.
Most of its members are basically unidentified gangsters.
Most of the so-called gangsters are desperadoes who have violated the law or have criminal records. They have no way to legally operate in the normal areas of the base city and can only stay in the slums, where no one cares.
Such people are generally very strong.
Therefore, although the Dragon Teeth Society has a small number of people, its overall combat power is very strong.
"Haha, Brother Wu, you are finally here."
Chen Wenxian's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to greet you with his trusted subordinates, saying, "Even if my Leihuo Club is shattered to pieces today, I will fight side by side with your Dragon Teeth Club."
"Uncle Chen, don't worry, my dad will definitely win today."
In the Dragon Teeth Club, a young man wearing a Shura mask laughed and said.
His name is Wu Tengkong, and he is the son of Wu Potian.
Full of confidence in his father's strength.
Chen Wenxian smiled and said, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, good job... By the way, Brother Wu, what are the chances of winning today?"
"You won't know until you fight."
Wu Potian said with a smile.
The experts from the Dragon Teeth Club and the Thunder Fire Club gathered together, and they gained a certain momentum.
It turns out that as early as two days ago, the two gangs had secretly formed an alliance to support each other and unite to fight against the Black Blood Society.
But the people from other gangs all moved out of the way and stayed far away.
I am afraid that the Black Blood Society will mistakenly think that I am close to the Dragon Teeth Society.
"snort."
Wu Tengkong cursed in a low voice, "A bunch of people who follow the trend of others."
Before today, wherever his father Wu Potian went, countless people were vying to flatter him.
Now I avoid them like snakes and scorpions.
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
Wu Potian said calmly.
He is over sixty years old, has seen too many things, and his state of mind has long been tempered to a calm state.
Everything depends on strength.
"Huh?"
Wu Potian suddenly let out a low cry.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Wu Tengkong asked.
"Do you know that boy?"
Wu Potian pointed to the distance.
Wu Tengkong raised his eyes and saw a lonely group of people on the other side, only eight or nine.
The first was a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and straight, with a handsome face, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and clear and sharp eyes. He was a rare and handsome person in the slums.
Taking a closer look, Wu Tengkong said in surprise, "Huh? Isn't this a person from Yuntian Society? The little guy at the head seems to be called Li Xiaofei. It is said that he is a disciple of Zhong Yuanshan of Yuntian Society and his chosen son-in-law. However, this guy is an embroidered pillow."
, it’s a good thing but it’s useless. After practicing for many years, I’m still only at the first Qi level, and I don’t have any means. Now that Zhong Yuanshan is dead, Yuntian Society is completely finished.”
Wu Potian shook his head and said, "What you said is wrong, this Li Xiaofei is not simple." The messenger was caught off guard and was knocked four to five meters away.
"Why do you have the last name Zhang?"
Li Xiaofei took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and said calmly, "I hate people named Zhang the most in my life."
The messenger was confused.
This guy obviously just wants to hit me.
But he still carefully found a reason.
"Just wait, your death anniversary will be in two days."
The messenger covered his face, said harsh words angrily, and left quickly.
Li Xiaofei looked at Chu Tiankuo and other Yuntian Society masters and said, "Brothers, please pay attention to safety these days. If the Black Blood Society comes to cause trouble, don't cling to your territory. The most important thing is to stay alive."
Many warriors from Yuntian Society breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.
The eyes that looked at Li Xiaofei were also filled with gratitude.
They were not allowed to fight to the death as cannon fodder.
Chu Tiankuo, the leader of the third hall, hesitated and said, "If we lose our territory and property, then the society will not be able to maintain it and everyone will starve to death."
Li Xiaofei said, "It doesn't matter, I have everything."
Then he said, "By the way, send someone to keep an eye on Guang'an Community and notify me as soon as possible if there is any movement."
Then he turned around and walked to the office to continue practicing in seclusion.
…
…
Two days later.
Memorial Day Square.
The Martial God Arena battle is about to begin.
The top leaders of the seven major associations in the slums all arrived.
The top leaders of the seven major societies in the slums, Yuntian Society, Black Blood Society, Yuezhuang Gang, Sewage Plant, Little Knife League, Thunder Fire Club and Dragon Tooth Club, all arrived.
Among them, the talkers of the Yuezhuang Gang, the Sewage Plant and the Little Knife Alliance had already fallen under Dugu Que's sword, chose to surrender, and were annexed by the Black Blood Society.
At this time, the three former slum club bosses, Yuezhuang Gang Hong Jiusheng, Sewage Plant Xie Jing, and Xiaodao League Zhuang Huiyuan, put on the black uniforms of the Black Blood Society, led their respective subordinates, and stood upright in Dugu Yi.
Behind the dragon.
All three of them had expressionless faces, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
"Haha, Mr. Chen, have you recovered from your injuries?"
Dugu Yilong was in high spirits. He looked at Chen Wenxian, the general manager of Leihuo Club, and laughed and said, "If you really can't stand, don't hold on, find a wheelchair and sit down."
"You don't have to worry about sitting in the hall alone. I'm standing very steadily now."
Chen Wenxian looked at his left leg equipped with a mechanical prosthesis, and there was a trace of hatred in his eyes.
In that battle three days ago, his left leg was severed by Dugu Que with a single knife.
For practitioners of ancient martial arts, a broken leg is equivalent to cutting off the way forward for cultivation.
Dugu Yilong became more and more proud and said, "My son said that if you don't surrender within three days, you will be eradicated. Mr. Chen, the deadline is less than two hours away. You want to die?"
Don’t you think about the hundreds of brothers from the Leihuo Club who are following you to earn a living?”
Chen Wenxian said calmly, "Two hours is enough time for a lot of things to happen. Why should you be so anxious when you are sitting alone alone?"
"Huh, I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."
Dugu Yilong said in a cold voice, "Since you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."
At this moment, there was a burst of noise from the crowd.
The people from the Dragon Tooth Society have also arrived.
The first one is an old man. He looks to be about sixty years old, about 1.73 meters tall. He has a skinny build, a long face with no flesh, and high temples.
Puff up and stroke your goatee three times.
It is difficult for anyone to associate this image with being number one in the slum fighting power list.
But his name is Wu Potian.
He has been doing this for ten years and ranks first in the slum fighting list.
Wu Potian was surrounded by more than twenty warriors, most of whom were wearing masks and were all elites of the Dragon Tooth Society.
The Dragon Teeth Society is a relatively special gang organization in the slums.
Most of its members are basically unidentified gangsters.
Most of the so-called gangsters are desperadoes who have violated the law or have criminal records. They have no way to legally operate in the normal areas of the base city and can only stay in the slums, where no one cares.
Such people are generally very strong.
Therefore, although the Dragon Teeth Society has a small number of people, its overall combat power is very strong.
"Haha, Brother Wu, you are finally here."
Chen Wenxian's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to greet you with his trusted subordinates, saying, "Even if my Leihuo Club is shattered to pieces today, I will fight side by side with your Dragon Teeth Club."
"Uncle Chen, don't worry, my dad will definitely win today."
In the Dragon Teeth Club, a young man wearing a Shura mask laughed and said.
His name is Wu Tengkong, and he is the son of Wu Potian.
Full of confidence in his father's strength.
Chen Wenxian smiled and said, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, good job... By the way, Brother Wu, what are the chances of winning today?"
"You won't know until you fight."
Wu Potian said with a smile.
The experts from the Dragon Teeth Club and the Thunder Fire Club gathered together, and they gained a certain momentum.
It turns out that as early as two days ago, the two gangs had secretly formed an alliance to support each other and unite to fight against the Black Blood Society.
But the people from other gangs all moved out of the way and stayed far away.
I am afraid that the Black Blood Society will mistakenly think that I am close to the Dragon Teeth Society.
"snort."
Wu Tengkong cursed in a low voice, "A bunch of people who follow the trend of others."
Before today, wherever his father Wu Potian went, countless people were vying to flatter him.
Now I avoid them like snakes and scorpions.
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
Wu Potian said calmly.
He is over sixty years old, has seen too many things, and his state of mind has long been tempered to a calm state.
Everything depends on strength.
"Huh?"
Wu Potian suddenly let out a low cry.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Wu Tengkong asked.
"Do you know that boy?"
Wu Potian pointed to the distance.
Wu Tengkong raised his eyes and saw a lonely group of people on the other side, only eight or nine.
The first was a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and straight, with a handsome face, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and clear and sharp eyes. He was a rare and handsome person in the slums.
Taking a closer look, Wu Tengkong said in surprise, "Huh? Isn't this a person from Yuntian Society? The little guy at the head seems to be called Li Xiaofei. It is said that he is a disciple of Zhong Yuanshan of Yuntian Society and his chosen son-in-law. However, this guy is an embroidered pillow."
, it’s a good thing but it’s useless. After practicing for many years, I’m still only at the first Qi level, and I don’t have any means. Now that Zhong Yuanshan is dead, Yuntian Society is completely finished.”
Wu Potian shook his head and said, "What you said is wrong. This Li Xiaofei is not simple."