Under the watchful eyes of all, Yang Sheng slowly walked off the stage.
Yang Sheng did not respond to Hong Shenglian's flattery and praise. He simply greeted He Wenchang and sat down in a chair, exuding extreme fatigue.
His match with Zuo Kun was extremely fast, lasting no more than five minutes in total.
But Zuo Kun truly deserves to be called the strongest of the three tigers of the British Associated Press. His Tongbei Piguaquan has reached the level of a grandmaster. His attacks are fierce and unparalleled, making them extremely difficult to defend against.
If Yang Sheng hadn't had a sudden enlightenment and improvement in his martial arts skills during the battle, the outcome of this fight would have been uncertain.
Of course, this is just a contest of victory in the arena. If it were a matter of life and death, the outcome would be even more unpredictable.
Yang Sheng also had some doubts about the level of awakening of his specialization.
He felt that his strength had increased significantly due to this sudden enlightenment during the battle, so why did his specialization only increase by 2%?
If Fatty Wang heard this, he would definitely spit in his face.
Improving any specialty to 90% can reach the level of a grandmaster, but improving by even 1% above 90% is extremely difficult.
Therefore, Fatty Wang can only raise Yang Sheng's martial arts proficiency to 90% at most.
It's not that he's stingy and doesn't want to give more benefits to the newcomers he likes, but that he simply doesn't have the ability to do so.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena, Wu Tianhao, with a cigar in his mouth, asked in a deep voice, "Is that kid Yang Sheng, the one who killed A-Qiang?"
Fang Jie, standing to the side with the white paper fan, nodded and said, "It's him."
I never expected that Hung Sing Lian, a sunset-stage club, could reach this point.
"Brother Hao, now is not the time to touch him. Everything will be fine after the Dragon City Championship is over."
Wu Tianhao's gaze darkened: "I know!"
But Ah Zu is already injured. Can Lei Gong fight to the end by himself?
How did you plan to do it?
Two of Chao Yiyong's players have advanced so far, but one of them is injured, and it's still a question whether he can make it to the end.
Fang Jie said with a wry smile, "I never expected that Ah Zu would draw the Fire Bull from the Number Gang."
Ah Zu had previously stolen Fire Bull's girlfriend, and Fire Bull had long harbored a deep hatred for Ah Zu.
Fire Bull knew he couldn't beat Azu on the stage this time, and he didn't even want to win. He was determined to seriously injure Azu, even at the cost of his life.
"But don't worry, Hao-ge, I've already made all the arrangements for the next match. Even if A-Zu isn't fully recovered from his injury, he'll still advance."
"Make the arrangements more detailed, so that old fellow Song Changli doesn't find fault with them."
What an ungrateful old man!
"If we didn't need him to save face, would he really think he's someone important?"
Wu Tianhao stood up and walked away, but when he passed by Chai Jiu of the British Associated Press, he suddenly stopped.
"Chai Jiu, all three tigers of your British Associated Press have been killed by the same guy. How can you, the head of the organization, swallow this insult?"
Chai Jiu smiled and said, "Brother Hao is joking. Everyone knows that Yao Hui and Ruan Feng don't listen to me. Although Zuo Kun lost, he is willing to accept defeat. My Yinglian Society is not a sore loser either."
As he spoke, Chai Jiu took out a cigar and handed it to Wu Tianhao, then took out a lighter and brought it closer.
"Brother Hao, calm down and have a cigarette."
Wu Tianhao pursed his lips, but instead of taking Chai Jiu's cigar, he turned and left, muttering to himself.
"Useless! He doesn't even have a tenth of his father Chai Hongtu's spirit. No wonder Luo Rong rides all over him!"
Although Wu Tianhao spoke softly, Chai Jiu could still faintly hear him.
However, Chai Jiu's smile remained unchanged. He lit and extinguished the Zippo lighter in his hand, and the smile on his face looked slightly eerie in the dim light.
Sweating profusely, Zuo Kun walked over and muttered under his breath, "Damn it! This cripple is so arrogant!"
Chai Jiu said in a low voice with a half-smile, "There's Lei Luo in the white, and Bo Hao in the black."
He controls 80% of the noodle stalls in Hong Kong, and the big warlord in the Golden Triangle is his sworn brother. The power of Chao Yi Yong is unparalleled among all gangs.
They all think they're underground emperors now, how could they not be arrogant?
However, the more arrogant he was, the faster he died.
An underground emperor deserves to stay underground. How dare he try to rise to power? The day he emerges will be the day he dies!
Although there are many different branches of the Hong Kong Communist Party, none of them want to have another emperor above them.
And that Chief Detective Inspector isn't one to be trifled with either; how could he possibly allow anyone to control all the police forces in Hong Kong?
Zuo Kun nodded knowingly, then asked, "Ninth Brother, was that cripple so arrogant just now coming over to mock you?"
Having just finished a fight with Yang Sheng, Zuo Kun was also extremely exhausted. He sat by the ring for a while before coming over, so he didn't hear Wu Tianhao's earlier words.
Chai Jiu squinted and said, "I heard that Wu Tianhao's henchman, Lanmingqiang, has mysteriously disappeared, but someone saw Lanmingqiang last appear in Helian's territory."
And then Helian was completely defeated by Yang Sheng. Could there be any connection between these events?
Although I don't know the inside story, Wu Tianhao wouldn't pay attention to a newcomer to the gang for no reason. His sarcastic remarks were just instigation, trying to use our British Union Society as a tool to kill someone.
The underground emperor, Crippled Ho, needs to borrow a knife to kill someone? Interesting, very interesting.
"After the arena ends, remind Yang Sheng to be careful of Wu Tianhao."
Zuo Kun nodded, then suddenly said, "Ninth Brother, it seems unlikely that you'll be able to get Yang Sheng to join our British Associated Press."
I asked him about it on the stage earlier. Although I don't know why he's sticking with a sunset gang like Hung Shing Lian, he certainly won't switch sides to my Ying Lian Society.
Chai Jiu lit the cigar that Wu Tianhao had refused, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and said with a half-smile:
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