Chapter 80

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Luo Tai lazily lay down on the cloud bed in the abbot's room and said weakly, "What else can I do? With me protecting him, he will never be able to reclaim the title of Food God in his lifetime."

Meng Yi, seeing that Luo Tai seemed to have no interest in discussing this topic, wisely did not continue. Instead, he smiled and came to the side of the cloud bed, bent down, and gently pressed Luo Tai's shoulders, asking in a nearly fawning tone, "Junior Brother, are you exhausted? Would you like your senior brother to give you a massage?"

Luo Tai, as if stung by a scorpion, shot out from the cloud bed in a flash, standing next to the abbot's cushion, his hands raised defensively in front of his chest, and asked vigilantly, "You... What do you want to do? Are you really a homosexual?"

Meng Yi's face showed extreme委屈 (indignation), his features twisted as he asked, "Junior Brother, I helped you so much, and you still suspect me of having ulterior motives? I just want to ask you for a small favor."

Luo Tai glared, "Don't try to fool me. You helped me because I returned your lost brocade robe. We are even now, so don't ask me for anything excessive."

It turned out that three days ago, Luo Tai was struggling with how to reignite Stephen Chow's fighting spirit. By chance, he saw a corner of the brocade robe sticking out of his luggage, which reminded him of this important item he had won when he first entered the Food God world. The brocade robe was a powerful item that could make the abbot of Shaolin Temple agree to one request.

So, Luo Tai took the robe and found Meng Yi that night, using the return of the robe as a condition to plan the conflict together. The goal was to make Stephen Chow witness his protector, Luo Tai, being injured by Shaolin and being held hostage in the temple, thus forcing Stephen Chow to train with all his might.

Luo Tai planned to use this extreme method to stimulate Stephen Chow, making him unleash his potential and learn the superlative culinary skills needed to defeat Tang Niu.

Meng Yi took two steps toward Luo Tai, spreading his hands and asking, "Junior Brother, do you really think that Stephen Chow can surpass Tang Niu, who has trained in Shaolin for over a decade, in just one or two months with daily extreme training?"

Luo Tai was taken aback, "Are you saying that this kind of training won't achieve the result I want?"

Meng Yi nodded, "That's right. There is no shortcut to mastering martial arts. If you want Stephen Chow to learn quickly, there is a way. Shaolin has the Spirit Pill, which increases vital energy, and the Muscle Washing and Marrow Cleansing Soup, which rapidly restores vital energy. Only with these two divine medicines can Stephen Chow reach your requirements in a short time."

Luo Tai finally understood why Stephen Chow could master martial arts in a few months in the movie, thanks to the power of the thousand-year-old medicines from Shaolin.

"Old homosexual, if you don't give me these two medicines, I have no choice. I won't trade my chastity for anything," Luo Tai said firmly.

Meng Yi, upon hearing this, looked as if he had been slapped in the face with feces, "Junior Brother, do you really think I have an abnormal sexual orientation?"

Luo Tai nodded, "Yes, you do."

Meng Yi said with a grim face, "Can we not talk about this?"

"You peeped into the women's bathhouse."

"......"

"You lost Shaolin's treasure when you fled."

"Junior Brother, I want to talk about something serious!"

"Stay away from me, you old homosexual!"

"Didn't we agree not to talk about this?"

"You peeped into the women's bathhouse!"

"......"

Meng Yi had to use all his strength to convince Luo Tai that he had no ulterior motives toward him.

"Junior Brother, the truth is, when I saw you perform the flying knife technique, it was truly at the level of a grandmaster. I was wondering if you could leave this flying knife technique in Shaolin, adding another signature skill to our temple?" Meng Yi finally expressed his true thoughts, almost on the verge of tears.

Luo Tai did not expect Meng Yi to be interested in his Little Li Flying Knife skill. However, considering that the skill was indeed more advanced and powerful than the Great Vajra Leg, it was not surprising that the abbot was interested.

"Don't try to fool me, Senior Brother. The Little Li Flying Knife is not a Shaolin skill, and I have no reason to give it to Shaolin. Besides, Shaolin has always had seventy-two skills, not seventy-three."

Meng Yi's face turned red, "Junior Brother, the more signature skills we have, the better. Only by continuously adding to Shaolin's arsenal can we ensure its eternal legacy. Moreover, my junior brother, everyone says Shaolin has seventy-two skills, but can anyone list all seventy-two? No, never, because Shaolin has never truly had seventy-two skills."

Luo Tai smiled slyly, "I can teach the Little Li Flying Knife to Shaolin, but I have a condition. You must lend me the eighteen bronze warriors."

Meng Yi shook his head vigorously, "Impossible, the Shaolin bronze warriors must never leave Shaolin."

"Then there will be no Little Li Flying Knife."

"You can ask for other conditions."

"Lend me the eighteen bronze warriors."

"Really can't, really can't."

"Then there will be no Little Li Flying Knife."

"Junior Brother, I can't break Shaolin's rules."

"Can Shaolin's rules include peeping into the women's bathhouse?"

"Can we not talk about the women's bathhouse?"

"Lend me the eighteen bronze warriors."

"Alright, you win. I can lend you nine of them. Since these nine have already been 'killed' by you in Stephen Chow's eyes, take them away first."

"Hehe, thank you, Senior Brother. I'll write down the training method for the Little Li Flying Knife right away."

At the Hong Kong Fu Li Wah Hotel.

In a large bed in one of the guest rooms, a man and a woman were passionately "battling" each other, and it was clear that the man was in the dominant position, as the woman's voice was already hoarse from screaming and she was repeatedly begging for mercy.

The man's movements suddenly quickened, his eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head back, his body beginning to tremble slightly, his breathing becoming rapid, as if he were suddenly having a seizure.

Just as the decisive moment was about to arrive, the door was kicked open, and several men with cameras rushed in, their flashlights going off like a storm, illuminating the bed.

The man, startled, tried to cover his face with his hands but was pulled down by two men in black suits, who laid him next to the woman on the bed. The woman, who had been enjoying the moment, now made a pained expression and began to sob.

If the man didn't realize he had been set up, his brain would be no different from a pig's.

Unfortunately, even knowing he had been tricked, what could he do?

The man closed his eyes in despair, ready to be at the mercy of others.

At that moment, applause broke out, and Luo Tai clapped lightly as he swaggered into the room.

One of the black-suited men taking photos turned to look at Luo Tai and shouted, "Who are you? The Clear Water Gang is handling this. Unrelated people, get out."

Behind Luo Tai, Fei Xue, a burly figure, stepped forward, pushed the black-suited man in the chest, and said fiercely, "Get lost. What's the Clear Water Gang? I've never heard of it. I'm Fei Xue from Temple Street."

The moment Fei Xue's name was mentioned, all the black-suited men in the room gasped.

A little over a month ago, a new organization called the Chicken and Goose Society suddenly emerged on Temple Street, with its core members being the former subordinates of the two dominant figures, Fire Chicken and Goose Head.

Initially, few people in Hong Kong's underworld took the Chicken and Goose Society seriously. A small gang of less than two hundred people, what could they achieve? But no one expected the society to have found nine psychopaths. These nine men, dressed in black from head to toe, always wore black hats with the brims pulled low, never looking at anyone.

However, every time the Chicken and Goose Society fought for territory, as long as these nine psychopaths were involved, they never lost. In just one month, the society's territory expanded from Temple Street to twenty-three streets, making it one of the major gangs in Hong Kong.

Fei Xue was one of the small leaders of the Chicken and Goose Society, said to be a close confidant of Double Knife Fire Chicken. When his name was mentioned, the Clear Water Gang members dared not speak back and obediently retreated to the corner, squatting on the ground to await their fate.

Luo Tai didn't care how Fei Xue dealt with the photographers. He strode to the bed, pulled the sheet over the man, and smiled, "Mr. Fan, right? Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Luo Tai."