Chapter 6

He Shihui was pointed at by Luo Zhiming. Although his face was somewhat unpleasant, he did not rashly step forward to attack. Instead, Tang Qianling, who was wearing a snow-white sports outfit, stood up and said with disdain:

"Being expelled from the master's door for taking shortcuts, and still being so arrogant today! Does Hong Yihai have no one to speak for it? Do we need an outsider to speak up!"

Tang Qianling's words were very sharp. Luo Zhiming glanced at her sideways and took a few steps back. Liao Zhizong, who had not spoken all along, slowly stepped forward, took out a thick stack of banknotes from his suit, and placed it on the table next to Qiu Jianping:

"Master Qiu, I have already raised enough money to help in an emergency. I don't need your help. This hall is not for sale. When the master is not here, I am in charge. Even if the master wants to sell, he must wait until he returns to make the decision. Before that, whoever has the nerve to remove Hong Yihai's sign, I will consider it a challenge to the hall."

"I am taking over this martial arts hall for your master's sake. He is not young and has a broken leg. If I take over this hall, I will still hire him to teach boxing and give him a monthly salary, ensuring a stable life. Do you want your master to spend the rest of his life hiding in a shanty town like Dakan Village?" Qiu Jianping slowly stood up, glanced disdainfully at the leather suitcase on the ground containing three million, and shook his head at Luo Zhiming: "No matter how much money you bring to save this hall, your master won't give you the chance."

Luo Zhiming shrugged indifferently: "If my master said these words, I would be surprised, but it doesn't matter if you, Master Qiu, say them. If I were you, instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself. When I came in, I saw a Crown car outside the main gate being splashed with paint, and I also heard that Master Qiu's hall might be doused with gasoline tonight. Starting this month, the sanitation fee for the street where your hall is located has increased to one thousand yuan!"

"Your master was right to expel you. Using such despicable means, you will never amount to anything." He Shihui and Tang Qianling both changed color at Luo Zhiming's naked threat, but Qiu Jianping spoke with disdain.

"What does it matter if I don't amount to anything! I may not amount to anything, but I have a lot of money and a lot of people! I can easily kill the scumbags who broke my master's leg!" Luo Zhiming suddenly glared and roared.

With Luo Zhiming's roar, dozens of thugs armed with machetes and baseball bats rushed into the hall, surrounding it tightly, and stared fiercely at Qiu Jianping and the other two in the hall.

"Today, I will break your hands and feet and see if Master Qiu's bone-setting skills can fix shattered bones!"

At this moment, not only did Tang Qianling and He Shihui look unpleasant, but even Liao Zhizong and Huo Dongjun's faces darkened. Qiu Jianping, looking at Luo Zhiming's wolf-like eyes, suddenly smiled:

"Let's see how you break my hands and feet today."

Luo Zhiming raised his hand to signal the group to attack Qiu Jianping and the others, but Liao Zhizong grabbed his wrist from the side, with a serious face:

"Zhiming! No fighting!"

Luo Zhiming glared at Qiu Jianping with a murderous look: "Why can't we fight? The master is not here, and she came to us! I will naturally take care of her to avenge the master! If anything happens, I will take the blame myself and won't drag you into it!"

Huo Dongjun stepped to the hall entrance, facing the dozens of thugs outside, preventing them from suddenly rushing in. Although Hong Yihai's disciples hated Qiu Jianping, this was a conflict between martial arts halls, not involving others. Moreover, Qiu Jianping came to Hong Yihai at the request of Master Li Jianqing. If anything happened to Qiu Jianping in Hong Yihai's hall, it would be a disgrace to Hong Yihai, not Qiu Jianping. That's why Liao Zhizong and Huo Dongjun's faces changed.

"If you fight now, it will be a disgrace to Hong Yihai and the master's name." Liao Zhizong said: "Tell your brothers and friends to leave."

Luo Zhiming bit his lip and finally waved his hand: "Wait for me outside."

The group of thugs glared at Huo Dongjun provocatively and then turned to leave the hall.

"You go out too." Liao Zhizong paused for a moment and said another sentence to Luo Zhiming.

Luo Zhiming looked at Liao Zhizong in shock: "Master, what are you talking about?"

"I said, take your money and leave the hall. You were expelled by the master, and now you bring people from the gang to cause trouble, making a mockery of us. Go out." Liao Zhizong lowered his eyelids and gritted his teeth.

"Master, Second Master, he..." Deng Zhiyong, seeing Luo Zhiming's pale face and tightly clenched fists, felt sorry for him and opened his mouth to plead with Liao Zhizong.

"Shut up!" Liao Zhizong shouted at Deng Zhiyong and continued to Luo Zhiming: "I am glad that you haven't forgotten the master's kindness, but there are national laws and family rules. With the master not here, I, as the eldest disciple, cannot let you make a mockery of us. Go out!"

Luo Zhiming gritted his teeth and smiled: "Alright, I'll go!"

He picked up the leather suitcase containing three million Hong Kong dollars and pointed at Qiu Jianping and the others: "If it weren't for my master speaking, I would have you all carried out today!"

With these words, Luo Zhiming, known as a rising strongman and called Ming Wang in the underworld, stepped out of Hong Yihai.

Chen Zhiwei, who was taking care of Xiaorong in the side room, saw Luo Zhiming leave and ran out to the hall entrance. After hesitating, he did not step out of the hall, glanced back at Master Liao Zhizong in the hall, and slowly returned to the side room.

"Master Qiu, as I said before, if the master returns and personally tells me to sell the hall, I have no objections. If I don't see the master, whoever says to remove Hong Yihai's sign, I will consider it a challenge to the hall." Liao Zhizong said to Qiu Jianping after Luo Zhiming left.

Qiu Jianping lightly coughed: "Alright, let's wait for your master to return and personally remove the sign."

With that, Qiu Jianping picked up her handbag and walked out. Tang Qianling glanced disdainfully at the sign and the lion head above and followed her mother. He Shihui smiled insincerely at Liao Zhizong:

"Master Liao, I will visit you to learn from you when I have time."

Liao Zhizong, with his hands behind his back, met He Shihui's challenging gaze: "Alright, I also want to see Master He's skills."

Deng Zhiyong, walking last, closed the hall door. Huo Dongjun then looked at Liao Zhizong: "Why did Second Master appear?"

Liao Zhizong shook his head: "I came back with Zhiyong and just happened to meet him. He can enter the hall, but he brought a group of gang members. If the master finds out, it won't just be three broken ribs this time."

Liao Zhizong walked over and picked up the stack of Hong Kong dollars on the table: "Fifty thousand, I raised it."

"So quickly? It can't be..." Huo Dongjun frowned. Master Liao Zhizong was also from a poor background and couldn't possibly have raised fifty thousand Hong Kong dollars so quickly.

Liao Zhizong smiled but didn't speak. Deng Zhiyong, who had closed the door, said to Huo Dongjun: "Master is going to a boxing match in Kowloon City tonight. This is the money I helped prepay. He signed up for ten matches, with four thousand per match. The match organizer, Lido, recognized me and, knowing Master is from a martial arts hall, agreed to prepay the money."

Huo Dongjun looked at Liao Zhizong, who shrugged: "Don't worry, ten matches are easy."

"Last time Zhiyong told me that a boxer only gets five hundred per match. How can it be four thousand? Is there a catch?" Huo Dongjun frowned: "Although boxing matches are not illegal, the ring is in Kowloon City... "

"You know, I know, he knows, but the master doesn't know, and that's fine." Liao Zhizong pointed to himself, Huo Dongjun, and Deng Zhiyong: "Just the three of us know. The master will be back before the ten matches are over. As for four thousand per match, it's because I chose the third ring, the no-rail ring. I just found out that the underground rings in Kowloon City are divided into levels. The first ring is five hundred per match, the second ring is one thousand five hundred, and the third ring is four thousand. The highest, the eighth ring, hasn't been used in a long time. If someone is willing to fight, they can earn ten thousand regardless of the outcome, but I won't be greedy. Ten matches in the third ring are enough."

Liao Zhizong and Deng Zhiyong explained the underground boxing matches in Kowloon City to Huo Dongjun. The underground matches in Kowloon City, from their initial creation to the present, have evolved into various forms. Initially, it was just an open space where two boxers fought, and the audience placed bets. Now, there are different levels. Boxers who just want to earn a living can fight in the first ring, which is the lowest level. Most boxers in the first ring fight to earn a little money to fill their stomachs. Rich people don't pay attention to these matches; only the poor watch and bet, so the boxers earn very little.

Liao Zhizong chose the third ring, known as the no-rail ring. The no-rail ring is a platform one meter above the ground with no railings. Around the platform, there are boxers of the third ring level. If one of the two boxers on the platform is knocked down or cannot get up, the audience can pay to bring another boxer from the ground to continue the match with the winner. The price increases sequentially. For example, if Liao Zhizong wins against the first opponent, and someone pays to bring the next boxer to the ring, the first boxer's price is three thousand. If Liao Zhizong wins again, the price for the next boxer is six thousand, and the third is twelve thousand...

There are also the seventh ring, the blood money ring, where weapons are allowed, and the eighth ring, the iron cage ring, which resembles a beast cage. In short, the underground matches in Kowloon City have many variations.

"I heard there is a ninth ring, but it hasn't been used for many years. Only the old residents of Kowloon City have seen it."

He made money by helping people place bets on underground matches in Kowloon City and was very familiar with them. This is why he dared to bring Liao Zhizong to Kowloon City to sign a contract with the match organizer, Lido, to win ten matches in the third ring.

"Master's skills are definitely good enough for the third ring." Deng Zhiyong looked at Huo Dongjun and Liao Zhizong and said confidently.

The nine rings of Kowloon City, although he himself is not skilled enough to fight, he believes that Liao Zhizong, who has studied Choy Li Fut under Li Jianqing for over ten years, will definitely win ten matches in the third ring.

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