"Old Man Wen! You're not dead!?"
Huang Yuan immediately stood up from his chair, his face filled with horror.
If the old man Wen didn't die, then Master Banji must have died.
Moreover, the fact that Dian Laowen was able to get all the way to Yi Hing's branch suggests that Hung Shing Lian has directly attacked Yi Hing Building.
Huang Yuan's mind was filled with these conflicts in the martial arts world, but he subconsciously ignored Yang Cheng, assuming that he was Dian Laowen's trusted henchman or something like that.
Zhou Chengyuan, standing to the side, looked on in disbelief, his expression a mixture of astonishment and hesitation, and asked, "Yang Cheng? Is it really you? How can you be so young?"
Huang Yuan asked in astonishment, "Brother Zhou, what are you talking about? He was the previous leader of Hong Sheng Lian?"
The era of the Dragon City Tournament is known as the last glorious chapter of Hong Kong's underworld.
The Dragon City Championship, a joint effort by all the gangs in Hong Kong, is a gathering of the strongest and a legend.
Crippled Ho, Detective Lui Lok, and Fierce Dragon Yeung Sing—these are all legendary figures.
Later gangsters even joined the gang after hearing the legends of these people.
Huang Yuan had naturally heard Yang Cheng's name, but he never expected it to be this young man in front of him.
Yang Cheng said calmly, "Master Zhou, now doesn't seem like the time to discuss these things."
Mr. Huang Juekun was a smart man, and I respected him a lot back then.
Unfortunately, things have changed. After Mr. Huang Juekun passed away, Heyixing has become what it is today, which is both tragic and laughable.
To kill someone using such low-class methods, is this still the same He Yixing who dared to stand up to Chao Yiyong and Limpy Hao?
"Kill this guy, and I believe Old Master Huang Juekun won't blame me."
Zhou Chengyuan moved in an instant and arrived in front of Yang Cheng. He said with a solemn expression, "Yang Cheng, no matter how wrong Huang Yuan is or how much he does not conform to the rules of the martial arts world, he is still the leader of Yixing and me!"
"If I were to let you kill me and the leader of Yixing right in front of me today, how would I face my ancestors? How would I face my godfather?"
"Oh? You want to stop me? You were already my defeated opponent back then."
Zhou Chengyuan stood on the Crouching Tiger Horse stance, his hands wielding the Double Craft Fist, his demeanor calm and composed, exuding the air of a grandmaster.
"The past is the past, and the present is the present."
I have practiced diligently for over twenty years, integrating the strengths of thirteen schools of Southern Hung Kuen.
Today I'll once again demonstrate the might of the Fierce Dragon!
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Chengyuan took a step forward, about to make a move.
But the next moment, Yang Cheng suddenly appeared in front of him, lightly tapping his arms with two fingers, causing Zhou Chengyuan's arms to fall limply to his sides.
With one hand gripping Zhou Chengyuan's neck, Yang Cheng said calmly, "Little Master Zhou, you've still lost."
"Why? Why!"
Zhou Chengyuan's eyes were filled with disbelief.
That speed was simply inhuman, even exceeding the reflexes of his eyes and nerves!
Furthermore, Yang Cheng's two fingers were pointed out from a distance, and the force of the blow directly numb his arm, which he still can't lift up.
Exerting force from a distance—this has even transcended the realm of traditional Chinese martial arts!
Yang Cheng pushed Zhou Chengyuan aside and said indifferently, "Master Zhou, your era has passed."
This is no longer the era of the end of martial arts; it's a world you can't even imagine.
You know Ah Wen is my brother. He followed me from a lowly thug to the top leader of Hung Shing Lian.
Whoever wants to kill him, I will kill them.
"Little Zhou, you couldn't stop Huang Yuan from using underhanded methods against Awen, so now you can't stop me from killing this guy either."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Cheng grabbed Huang Yuan with one hand and lifted him up from a distance, his face filled with terror.
"Sir, save me! Save me! Yixing and I are willing to do anything for you!"
Just then, Yang Cheng suddenly felt as if his mental energy had been severed by some force, and Huang Yuan fell directly to the ground.
A gust of wind blew by, and a young man in a trench coat appeared in front of Huang Yuan.
"Yang Cheng, right? I recognize you."
My name is Xue Du, and I am Zhang Yuelu, one of the Twenty-Eight Constellations who inherited divine duties.
Wo Yee Hing is a force I've long admired; I wanted to use them to investigate clues about the strange changes in Hong Kong.
I didn't know that this guy was planning to target one of your men; let's just consider this a misunderstanding.
"Give me a break and let this guy go."
Zhang Yuelu spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and she also assumed that Yang Cheng would give her that face.
After all, we are all reincarnators, and completing the mission is the primary condition.
It's not worth it for the natives of the cycle of reincarnation to fight each other.
Yang Cheng said expressionlessly, "I actually hate the phrase 'give me face'."
These guys just popped up out of nowhere, and they really think they're something special!
"Is your pride worth a few punches from me?"
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