Yang Sheng was eating at that moment.
Not far from the Hung Shing Lian gang's headquarters, there's a food stall that sells snacks like shark's fin soup and rice dishes. The prices are cheap and reasonable, and many of the gang members on duty at the gang's headquarters come here for a late-night snack.
Yang Sheng had just finished his match. Although it seemed like he had defeated Ruan Feng in just a few minutes, he had also exhausted a great deal of energy.
Yang Sheng initially learned martial arts to kill and avenge himself, so every move he made was aimed at achieving the ultimate explosive power.
With one burst of energy, we forge ahead without hesitation!
This fighting style involves going all out from the start, so it is extremely physically demanding, and the biggest fear is getting bogged down in a prolonged fight.
So when he returned to the hall, he saw the three elders and Di Wei going to the inner hall to talk about something. Yang Sheng also came out to fill his stomach and ordered two servings of tofu and pork belly rice.
Fried tofu is fragrant, smooth, and tender; roasted pork belly has crispy skin and tender meat; both are savory and delicious. Take a bite with white rice, and it's simply heavenly.
Tofu and braised pork rice, a man's romance.
Yang Sheng devoured the plate in a whirlwind, as if he had finally understood the meaning of those words.
Although he was from Liaodong, he had spent several years studying under a master in Guangdong Province, so he was quite used to and enjoyed the food in Hong Kong.
And this was arguably the smoothest and most carefree meal he had ever had in recent years.
In previous years, he was obsessed with something, like a weight pressing on his heart, causing him to be constantly on edge.
If he keeps this up for a few more years, forget about getting revenge; he might even drive himself crazy.
At this moment, he was filled with the determination to die and the desire to avenge his great grudge. Even though Fatty Wang told him that he would die if he failed to complete the mission in the cycle of reincarnation, Yang Sheng did not actually feel that much of a burden.
After all, for Yang Sheng now, every extra day he lives is a bonus.
The exhilarating and exciting feeling of fighting with others in the arena made him feel as if he had found a purpose. Even when he killed Ruan Feng, he felt a thrill of excitement.
This feels completely different from the feeling of getting revenge by killing those useless members of the Lin family.
Suddenly someone patted Yang Sheng on the shoulder from behind and sat down next to him.
"Wow, handsome, you just killed Ruan Feng, and the blood on your body hasn't even dried yet. You still have an appetite to eat here?"
Before Yang Sheng could speak, the man shouted loudly at the food stall owner, "Uncle Hua! One char siu rice, with extra roast pork on the bottom!"
Yang Sheng had already noticed him when he came over, but since the other party showed no hostility and this was Hong Shenglian's branch, Yang Sheng didn't pay any attention to it.
When he turned around, Yang Sheng saw his face, which made Yang Sheng pause in surprise.
It wasn't for any other reason than that this guy was too handsome, so handsome that when he called himself "handsome guy" just now, Yang Sheng felt it was a mockery.
The man next to me was about twenty years old, with black hair, slightly deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a hint of blue in his eyes. He had obvious mixed-race features, much like Leonardo DiCaprio with a touch of Eastern features.
Of course, it's not the Leonardo DiCaprio with his big belly playing with a water gun, but Leonardo DiCaprio at the peak of his good looks.
Leonardo DiCaprio, who is of mixed race, gave Yang Sheng a bright smile:
"Handsome, let's get acquainted. My name is Leung Tsz-man. Because my runaway father was British, the brothers in the gang call me 'Foreign Man.' I work under Uncle Man."
Yang Sheng couldn't figure out the foreigner's intentions for the time being, so he simply nodded and said, "Yang Sheng, from the mainland."
The foreigner nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with excitement, and said, "I know! I know! Are all the people from the mainland as sharp as those big circle kids?"
You killed that guy Ruan Feng using the Southern School of Cai Li Fo, and the Northern School of Bajiquan, Tai Chi, and Bagua!
He's proficient in both Northern and Southern styles of martial arts—that's impressive!
I used to learn Hung Kuen from the master who lived next door to my house.
However, that old man was secretive; he only taught basic techniques to those who paid money, and only taught the real stuff to those who were rich and powerful.
They often made us poor bastards clean the martial arts school, saying it was to train us, but they would beat and scold us at the drop of a hat.
So I took advantage of the middle of the night to stab that old bastard to death, took his secret manual of the Tiger-Taming Fist, and ran away.
Later, I heard that Bruce Lee's teacher, Ip Man, was very skilled, and that Bruce Lee was able to create Jeet Kune Do even after learning only a fraction of Wing Chun.
I went to learn Wing Chun from a master, and that guy even claimed to be Ip Man's grand-disciple and a disciple of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun. In the end, he was just a novice, and I smashed his head in a few punches.
But this guy seems to actually have some skill; he has a manual on the Eight-Slash Sword technique that's quite authentic.
Finally, I joined Hong Sheng Lian and followed Uncle Wen. Uncle Wen told me to learn Muay Thai, saying that Muay Thai is popular and suitable for fighting in the ring, while martial arts are just for performance.
As a result, that short guy from Southeast Asia broke my leg after only a few days of teaching me. He was so weak. I might as well have learned Tan Tui (a style of Chinese kicking).
"Hey handsome, you're so skilled! How about you teach me?"
This foreigner seemed overly familiar, almost like a chatterbox, but the things he said were chilling.
This guy killed all three of his masters, who would dare to teach him anything?
Yang Sheng shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to teach, but without my master's permission, my skills cannot be passed on to outsiders."
Hearing Yang Sheng say this, the foreigner Wen did not press the matter, but shook his head regretfully and said, "You mainlanders have so many rules. It's a pity to waste such a good skill."
If you opened a martial arts school, you'd definitely earn more money than those insignificant, boastful "masters."
Yang Sheng smiled and said, "If you went to act in movies, with your face, you would definitely earn more than if you were a gangster killing people."
The foreigner paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist killing the actor I'm acting opposite. If the director comes, we'll kill them all at once. I can't stop myself once I start fighting."
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