Chapter 970: Chapter 967: Master
As soon as the word "co" was uttered, the atmosphere at the scene changed abruptly.
Initially, it was calm and relaxed, but now, it was a state of tension ready to explode at any mont.
The plaster-wrapped man moved his neck and coldly said, "Choose!"
"I choose that one!"
Brother Di Long couldn’t bear it any longer; his face darkened as he pointed to one of the suited n.
Although it seed like a casual point, there was careful calculation behind it.
Based on his observations, the man he selected was the shortest and had the most ordinary posture among all the suited n.
In summary, he should be the weakest present.
The plaster-wrapped man smiled slightly, "Your judgnt is quite good; you even know Xiaofang is the most feeble."
Brother Di Long smirked complacently, eyes flashing with brilliance.
The seemingly feeble Xiaofang smiled and stepped forward under the envious gazes of the suited n.
"What the hell! It’s Xiaofang!"
"Why didn’t he choose ?"
"Such a pity, I was eager to fight!"
The suited n, who were initially stern, complained loudly because they weren’t chosen.
This scene nearly made Di Long and his people vomit blood in anger.
Listen to the tone of these people; it’s as if they regard us as easy prey to crush?
Is it really alright to be so confident?
Xiaofang took a step forward, standing in the middle between two teams, like a wall.
"Who among you will fight?"
Evidently, he wasn’t one for many words; his opening line carried a haughty killing intent.
Brother Di Long didn’t speak; a tattooed man with a knife walked over from behind.
"Let
see you, you piece of trash!"
Ever since the opponent entered, the ho side has been suppressed; even a clay figure would have so fire.
Not to ntion, these gangsters are inherently proud and arrogant.
"Tear him apart!"
"Kill that dwarf!"
"Make that dwarf die!"
The gangsters roared in encouragent.
The tattooed man was greatly motivated, took his knife, and rushed over with a slash.
Whoosh!
The knife sliced through the air but hit nothing.
At the critical mont, Xiaofang’s short stature demonstrated agility.
With a slight squat, he avoided the attack.
The tattooed man was slightly startled, intending to raise the knife again, but Xiaofang snorted and crashed into his chest.
Bang!
With the sound of his pain-riddled moan, the tattooed man fell to the ground, the knife dropping beside his feet.
Brother Di Long’s pupils contracted, "This guy, turns out he’s a practitioner too!"
The tattooed man’s solo skills in the team ranked in the top five.
Being disposed of so easily, how could the opponent be ordinary?
From that last hit, he realized Xiaofang had used Martial Arts-like techniques.
According to what the plaster-wrapped man said, Xiaofang is the weakest in the team.
What level are the others at?
Thinking about it, Di Long felt even more terrified.
Amateurs playing against professionals, isn’t this courting death?
"Is there anyone else?"
Xiaofang stood there like a general, imposing and unyielding.
The gangsters’ faces went pale; they now recognized the opponent’s prowess.
A silence prevailed.
Xiaofang spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm in contempt, "Turns out you’re just a bunch of cowardly weaklings!"
Among those despised, there must be soone courageous.
A tall figure wearing a black vest stepped forward, holding a pipe.
"You have quite the mouth, sir. Even if we’re not your match, you can’t humiliate us with impunity."
The vest-wearing man stood there, towering like a steel tower.
His height stood in stark contrast to the short Xiaofang; like Mount Everest compared to a common little hill.
Seeing this scene, the gangsters silently felt relieved.
Da Mountain was the top fighter in the team, and being so much taller than Xiaofang, maybe he had a chance?
Xiaofang smiled slightly, "Your courage earns my respect, so you should fall!"
As soon as the words fell, he moved, landing a punch on the vest-wearing man’s jaw before the latter could react.
Crunch!
The vest-wearing man’s jaw dislocated, and he fell to the ground, eyes closed, completely knocked out.
Silence.
An atmosphere of intense stillness filled the air.
The gangsters were filled with terror; even Da Mountain was defeated, how could they continue?
"Is there anyone else?"
Xiaofang’s calm words cut like a sword, causing heartache for all.
A prolonged silence.
Xiaofang continued asking, "Is there anyone else?"
No beauty answered; he shook his head in disdain and then looked at the plaster-wrapped man.
The plaster-wrapped man sighed, "Why are they all cowards?"
Being scolded straight in the face, the gangsters didn’t dare to retort.
What can they do? The opponent’s strength was evident.
"Sir, your n are all Martial Arts Experts; we indeed can’t compare. But what I can’t understand is, why do these Martial Arts Experts co down to the mundane world? Are they not afraid of getting ostracized by Jianghu people?"
Brother Di Long asked with a pale face.
Every circle has its own rules.
As far as he knew, Martial Arts Experts have always been proud of their talents and looked down on ordinary folks.
So they rarely attack ordinary people, as such actions would be disdainful among their peers.
What he’s counting on now is the hope that the plaster-wrapped man would consider the Jianghu reputation and temporarily let him leave in peace.
This could be considered a lucky way out.
Unexpectedly, the plaster-wrapped man hobbled over, supported by a cane.
"Boss."
Xiaofang said nervously.
"I’m fine, return to the team."
Following orders, Xiaofang returned to his position, replaced by the plaster-wrapped man.
"My Martial Arts is diocre and I’m seriously injured; who among you wants to challenge? The rules are the sa as before; whoever beats , all of you may leave."
With this statent, Brother Di Long’s mouth dropped open – could it really be played this way? Soone almost disabled yet still looked down on others?
"I’ll do it!"
A sturdy gangster wearing shorts stepped forward.
He saw that this guy was barely able to stand, how could he be a match?
Moreover, since the opponent’s movent was limited, as long as he played dirty and attacked from afar, victory was guaranteed!
Thinking this, the shorts-wearing gangster picked up a stone from the ground, intending to throw it at the plaster-wrapped man.
"Can you really play dirty like this?"
So gangsters were shocked by their brother’s shaless move.
Attacking a handicapped person still in such a sneaky way?
But Brother Di Long shouted excitedly, "That’s exactly how it should be played!"
With such sneaky attacks, there’s no way shorts-wearing man can lose.
But his smile only lasted a second.
Following a gunshot, the joyous smile turned into terror.
Not only him, but all the gangsters opened their mouths wide – could it really be played like this?
This seems even more despicable!
Thunk!
The shorts-wearing man fell with a bloodied hole in his chest and a confused expression on his face.
Even facing death, he couldn’t understand why the opponent could be so shaless?
What happened to fair competition, yet you used a gun?
The plaster-wrapped man casually blew the smoke from his revolver, "Sorry, I brought two pistols!"
Brother Di Long and the gangsters twitched slightly.
Really clueless about what to say.
Can’t win with strength; can’t win with cunning – how else can this be played?
Without hesitation, Brother Di Long chose to surrender, "We lost! Do with us as you please!"
In these circumstances, in order to preserve life, that’s the only option.
"Oh."
The plaster-wrapped man nodded slightly, "I’ll deal with you later."
With that, he hobbled slowly and laboriously through the crowd, approaching Qin Hao.
The crowd’s eyes widened; they almost forgot Qin Hao with the plaster-wrapped man’s presence.
Now, what is the guy going to do?
Under everyone’s scrutiny, the plaster-wrapped man threw away his cane, dropped to his knees with a thud, and shouted, "Master!"
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