Outside Fule Restaurant.
Yang Sheng walked out the door, sat on the steps, lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it.
Inside, Hong Shenglian's underlings were still making a ruckus, drinking and competing, but the cold wind outside only made Yang Sheng's mind clearer.
Since his parents' accident, Yang Sheng has stopped smoking and drinking.
Because he was afraid.
He feared that alcohol and nicotine would erode his will, causing him to become addicted and forget his hatred.
Those motivational quote masters always say things like "it's better to let go," but Yang Sheng only had four words to say after hearing them: "Bullshit!"
Do not advise others to do good if you have never experienced their suffering.
Yang Sheng couldn't let go of this hatred.
Even after he killed the entire Lin family to avenge himself, the hatred that had been bottled up in his heart for five years was not released. Instead, it turned into a surge of violent energy that raged in his heart.
After entering the world of reincarnation, the fierce battles in the arena and the bloody fights between gangs, which seemed cruel and bloody to outsiders, made Yang Sheng feel extremely comfortable, as if the anger in his heart had finally found a place to be vented.
Otherwise, if things continue like this, Yang Sheng feels that he will eventually become a madman and a pervert.
It can be said that when Fatty Wang sent Yang Sheng into the cycle of reincarnation, he actually saved Yang Sheng twice.
"Brother Sheng, why aren't you drinking? Why are you standing here in the cold wind?"
The foreigner, Wen, strolled out leisurely.
This guy was drinking with people inside, taking down seven or eight of them by himself, until no one dared to continue drinking with him.
Yang Sheng gently shook his head and said, "If you want to learn kung fu well, you'd better give up drinking."
Long-term alcohol consumption can numb your nerves, making your senses and movements sluggish.
The master you had when you were young didn't lay a good foundation for you. Although you have good talent, it will be difficult for you to reach the level of a grandmaster.
You've always wanted to learn kung fu, haven't you? Here's the manual for Xingyi Quan (Form and Intention Boxing). You can practice it.
Southern-style boxing is exquisite and compact, with short, powerful strikes, and adept at changing attacks within a small space.
Northern-style boxing is characterized by its wide, sweeping movements, hard-hitting stances, and strong frontal attacks.
It's not that I don't want to teach you more, but rather that you can't bite off more than you can chew.
If you can integrate the characteristics of both Northern and Southern martial arts, your strength will definitely improve even further.
Yang Sheng didn't teach the foreign language before because he didn't understand what the foreign language was all about, and he didn't want to cause trouble or waste time on the mission by getting entangled with him.
Now that Wen is working for him, you could say he's Yang Sheng's right-hand man, so Yang Sheng naturally has to be more generous to him.
Fatty Wang raised Yang Sheng's martial arts proficiency to 90%, but this was a temporary boost in experience, strength, and other things that couldn't be passed on.
But the skills he learned from his apprentice were genuine, and he could teach them to foreigners as well.
"Thank you so much, Brother Sheng!"
The foreigner's mouth was practically stretched to his ears; he couldn't have been more excited.
At this moment, two of Hong Shenglian's henchmen drove Di Wei's Mazda to the entrance of the restaurant. They rolled down the window, cigarettes in their mouths, and said, "Yang Sheng, Brother Wei has something to discuss with you."
Deewell wants to see me?
Yang Sheng squinted, his mind racing.
Yang Sheng had always been able to sense Di Wei's malice towards him, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
His goal has always been the main quest; he needs to find an opportunity to get his hands on the Imperial Guard Saber first.
Now that Diwei is taking the initiative to see him, it probably isn't a good thing.
Yang Sheng turned around and handed the foreigner a stack of Hong Kong dollars, whispering, "I'm going to see Brother Wei. You go and settle the bill first, and have the brothers wait for me at the restaurant."
The foreigner Wen turned and left thoughtfully, while Yang Sheng got into the Mazda to meet Di Wei.
Inside a private room at the bar.
The jarring music had been turned off, but the lights were still flashing so brightly it gave me a headache.
"Ah Sheng, have a seat."
Yang Sheng sat down opposite Di Wei naturally and asked, "What did you want to see me about, Brother Wei?"
Diwei tossed a black bag onto the coffee table in front of him; inside were stacks of Hong Kong dollars.
“I’m very straightforward. Take this money and do me a favor.”
"What is it?"
Diwei lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and said calmly, "Your ranking in the Dragon City Championship is good enough; it's time to call it a day."
Next time in the ring, no matter who your opponent is, just fight a few symbolic rounds and then voluntarily concede.
Di Wei was smart enough not to tell Yang Sheng about Wu Tianhao.
Of course, the fewer people who know about Brother Hao's setup on the ring, the better.
Otherwise, if everyone finds out, I might not gain Brother Hao's favor, but instead offend him.
Yang Sheng asked expressionlessly and in a very calm tone, "Fine, you're rigging the match. What if I don't agree?"
Di Wei suddenly changed his expression and said coldly, "Yang Sheng, don't push your luck!"
If you don't agree, I'll tie you up right now and take you to see the boss, and I'll tell you that you colluded with the Alliance to rebel against the organization and usurp the position of leader.
"We'll deal with you according to the gang rules then—three cuts and six holes, then we'll send you swimming!"
Despite Diwei's threat, Yang Sheng's expression remained unchanged.
"Damn, how could Lao Ding believe such an absurd reason? I just killed a Red Pole from the Alliance and he's already colluding with the Alliance? Am I crazy, or is the One-Eyed Leopard from the Alliance crazy?"
Diwei sneered, "Whether Lao Ding believes it or not is irrelevant. He Lian's One-Eyed Leopard will cooperate with me and hand over one of his underlings to identify you."
With witnesses and physical evidence, do you think Lao Ding will believe a spineless traitor like you, or will he believe me, Di Wei?
"Young man, joining a gang isn't so easy. You think you can handle everything just because you're good at fighting? Ridiculous!"
Yang Sheng stared at Di Wei for a moment, then uttered two words: "Trash!"
Diwei was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say!?"
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