Zhen Huai slapped his thigh and slowly sat down with a wronged expression.

"It's not because of Ah Ying, I wouldn't even bother with this damn spirit of a dragon horse, but... I can be content with a simple life, but I can't let my wife and son suffer from hunger and hardship, can I? I can't bring myself to do that, so I had no choice but to return to the world of gangsters!"

Zhen Huai sighed deeply, his weariness and desolation evident. Only at this moment did Wang Yao truly see his lonely side.

“That Sun Dayong has always run a Western boxing gym and has always slandered traditional martial arts online. I’ve never paid any attention to him. It’s the same old saying: we live in the age of guns now. What good is a strong fist?” Zhen Huai continued slowly.

"Moreover, in the company, I only care about technology, and things like brand value and reputation are not my concern. But not long after our Longma Spirit Zhidu branch opened, that kid surnamed Sun brought a foreigner to Huadu and specifically asked to see me."

"I'm wondering if it's because of my poor judgment that I've blocked that guy surnamed Sun's path to wealth. I've been around the block for a long time and I know that there are plenty of people who would risk their lives for this kind of thing. So I thought I'd meet with that guy surnamed Sun to find out. If it's true, I should be careful and apologize to him."

“Although I’m not the boss of Longma Spirit, and I’m not in charge of Zhidu either, we’re all here to make money, and it’s not worth making enemies over this kind of thing.” Zhen Huai’s words made Wang Yao nod repeatedly. This kind of thinking was truly like Zhen Huai’s style.

"I arranged to meet this guy surnamed Sun at the Wenming Western Restaurant. Aside from apologizing and paying the bill, I never even considered fighting. Besides, do I even care about saving face?"

"Does this kind of thing, where I have to bow and apologize to that guy surnamed Sun and that foreign boxer, and say shameless nice things? So how can I possibly invite others to come along?" Zhen Huai explained helplessly, shaking his head.

"However, when we met, I found that the guy surnamed Sun and that foreigner were quite friendly, but they were extremely arrogant. They didn't tell me about the Zhidu store at all, but just kept bragging about their experience in exposing frauds in traditional martial arts."

"They've beaten up all the great masters like the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Beggar. From what they've said, they're saying that apart from our Quanzhen Sect, they have no rivals in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament in the human realm. With them saying that, how could I not understand why they came to me?"

"But I remained calm and didn't argue with them at all. Our Quanzhen Sect's martial arts have a long history. Just because two kids who haven't even grown their hair yet say it's fake doesn't mean it's fake. Besides, I know exactly what those four old guys in the east, west, south, and north are thinking."

"They're all hundreds of years old, just like us. Even if they were lying there, you son of a bitch, how hard would you dare to hit them? If you try to extort money from them, you might end up getting extorted yourself. If this foreign kid wants to make a name for himself in the human world, we old folks will grant your wish!"

"It's not shameful for us to lose to foreigners in the human world! Everyone knows the ins and outs of it. If you fight a foreigner in the human world and get beaten up, that's considered a free fight. But if you beat up a foreigner, you'll be heading to the police station!"

“We’ve known and abided by the law for so many years, why would we do anything illegal again? Don’t you think so?” Zhen Huai asked, glaring at Wang Yao.

"Yes, what you said makes a lot of sense, but why did they still end up fighting?" Wang Yao nodded repeatedly and asked.

"My bad luck came at that fancy Western restaurant. I was just listening to their nonsense, and the foreigner even suggested we have a go at it. Of course I refused. I'm not some country bumpkin, why would I fight with a foreigner?"

"Those four idiots from the east, west, south, and north didn't do it, so why would I do it? Ren and that foreigner talked all they wanted, and I just told them three words: 'Not interested!'" Zhen Huai said.

"Then why did they still end up fighting?" Wang Yao asked in astonishment.

"Damn these foreigners don't follow the rules. I've already said I'm not interested, and since the store is fine, I've saved myself the money I was going to pay. I haven't lost anything, so I don't have the energy to keep dawdling there. I just want to find a chance to leave."

"But that foreigner didn't play by the rules. Before the last dessert was even served, he actually started a fight right there in the restaurant!" Zhen Huai said through gritted teeth.

"Think about it, if a fight breaks out in a restaurant, even if I don't fight back, what about the damage to the tables, chairs, pots, pans, and ladles? It's my fault for not studying properly and not knowing that the law actually stipulates that as long as I resolutely refuse to fight, the foreigner won't pay for the damage, but the guy surnamed Sun won't be able to escape."

"At the very least, the restaurant has to swallow its pride and suffer the consequences; it has absolutely nothing to do with me. This logic isn't hard to understand. It's like if a foreigner has an epileptic seizure in a restaurant and breaks something, would you expect me, a customer, to pay for it?"

"But I was obsessed at the time. I didn't think about these things calmly at all. I was only thinking that I had just saved the cost of a meal and I didn't want to lose it all because of the restaurant's losses. So, although I didn't lay a hand on the foreigners, I did try to salvage the pots, pans and dishes."

"That foreigner was really wicked. He punched me a few times and I ignored it, but I protected the dishes. So he deliberately vandalized the restaurant's property to force me to help him."

"Just think about it, how many miscellaneous porcelain items are there in the restaurant? Even if I had three heads and six arms, I couldn't possibly keep up. When that foreigner smashed a plate, I got a jolt in my heart, thinking that it must be worth at least ten dollars, right?"

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