Tulip Jasmine and Kiyomori would have a fight, and this event caused quite a stir in Heishipo.
Before the fight, Tang Peigong came to the fight in a mighty procession, waving flags, bringing reporters, and more than a hundred disciples.
On the way back, the disciples found a stretcher, called a doctor, and ran back to the mansion crying and howling all the way.
Tang Peigong was seriously injured.
Kiyomori would be badly hurt.
The disciples cried and complained everywhere, saying that Tuberose did not follow the rules and resorted to violence in the literary arena.
The Qing Shou Hui has close ties with the big gangs, whose subordinates control the major newspapers. In terms of propaganda power, the Qing Shou Hui has more advantages than Ye Lai Xiang.
But from a publicity perspective, Qing Shouhui suffered a great loss.
No matter how you explain it, they lost, and lost badly.
Don't show mercy, no matter who he sends, you must kill him immediately. If the guy named Ye comes on the stage, kill him too. If he doesn't come on the stage, you must kill everyone on the stage and rush to the stage to kill him.
Don't worry about the people around him, I will attack with you when the time comes!"
Xiao Chuanzi was happy and went to buy a printing press happily.
When they went out, they saw that everyone except Li Banfeng was awakened by the fright. The sound came from the rooftop.
Wu Decheng stood up to say goodbye, and Li Banfeng saw him out the door.
Li Banfeng was quite helpless: "Elder Wu, why did you ask him to come to fight? Isn't this just asking for his own death? It's his good fortune that my men spared his life."
Li Banfeng asked someone to clean up a factory room, and the two sat down face to face.
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Three days later, the entire Heishi Slope only remembered one thing: Ye Lai Xiang defeated Qing Shou Hui in the ring, and the elder of Qing Shou Hui was knocked down and almost killed.
Remember, bring back Ye's head. Black Shipo will be ours!"
Ma Wu calmed down for a moment and said, "Now that the boiler is repaired, let's go buy a proper printing press so that we don't have to work so hard."
Cinemas across the country began showing "The Brutalist", and people ignored the warnings given by the Qingshou Society before.
Just as Ma Wu was thinking about the reason, Xiao Chuanzi came running over with coal dust all over his face: "Master Wu, the boiler is fixed!"
There is a whistle on the roof, which is used by the factory to remind people to start work, eat and sleep.
"Which boiler?"
Moreover, Elder Wu Decheng never made any statement, nor did he make it clear whether the two families were discussing a literary or martial arts competition. He only said that there might be some misunderstanding here.
Ma Wu said angrily, "Why are you repairing it?"
"What are you criticizing?" Wu Decheng said with a smile, "You're saying we were too ruthless? But who asked them to go to the ring? How could they care about so many things in the ring?
Wu Decheng poured a glass of wine for everyone: "Everyone, you have followed me for many years and have suffered a lot of grievances, especially from Tang Peigong, you have been bullied a lot."
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Xiao Chuanzi lowered his head and said nothing. He hadn't slept for three days and three nights and finally managed to fix the boiler.
The matter was settled. The eldest disciple, Wu Rongjin, a fifth-level martial artist, was a little worried: "Master, if we just kill the guy named Ye, will we be criticized?"
Tang Peigong was beaten into such a state, who felt sorry for him? Even if there were a few people who talked about it at that time, they would forget about it after three or five days.
"Elder Wu, the tea is brewing and will be ready soon. The poison we used this time is not ordinary. It is not bitter or astringent, and it has no foreign taste at all. You can try it later."
Li Banfeng slept until noon, walked out of the Suishenju feeling refreshed, walked around the factory twice, and was about to go for a walk in the city when someone came to report that the elder of the Qingshou Society, Wu Decheng, had come again.
There were four disciples sitting in the study, a fifth-level martial arts practitioner named Wu Rongjin, a fifth-level literary practitioner named Rao Shaofeng, a fourth-level physical practitioner named Cheng Ziyan, and a fourth-level poison practitioner named Yue Qingsong.
"The boiler in the yard!"
Wu Decheng left the "Night Jasmine" newspaper office and returned to his own house.
"What happened?" Ma Wu shuddered with fear and quickly got up from the bed.
The four men held their wine glasses and said in unison: "Disciple is willing!"
The sales of "Tuber Jasmine" were getting better and better, and the printing workload was getting heavier. In order to print more magazines, Ma Wu stayed up until three in the morning. He had just slept for two hours when he suddenly heard a loud "whoosh".
Looking at his receding back, Li Banfeng touched the pendulum at his waist and said, "I'll have to rely on you this time."
People in this world only remember the winners. No matter how pitiful the losers' words are, they are just making others laugh.
Li Banfeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just a matter of sending a few people to go through the motions. They will definitely not forget it!"
Wu Decheng nodded: "That's right. The next fight will be scheduled for tomorrow night. Don't forget our previous agreement."
"Tomorrow's battle will determine our honor and disgrace in this life. If we win, Blackshipo will be ours. If we lose, we will not be able to gain a foothold in Blackshipo.
Before you go on stage tomorrow, please watch carefully. If the person with the surname Ye goes on stage, I, your master, will also go on stage. If the person with the surname Ye does not go on stage, your master will just watch from below.
He and I have an agreement. In this fight, Ye is here to admit defeat. He will definitely send some bastards to the ring to make things happen.
The several celebrities who served as witnesses were also reluctant to speak, as they did not understand the rules of this competition.
The boiler is broken and there is no steam. What is this whistle thinking?
These four disciples are the four most capable fighters under Wu Decheng.
Wu Decheng smiled and shook his head, saying, "Boss Ye, you hit too hard. Elder Tang may not be able to get out of bed for a year or so."
"Master, if you have any instructions, just tell me."
The next day, at 5:30 in the evening, both sides arrived at the ring on time.
The workers had just got off work and had no time to eat, so they all came to watch the fight.
"Guess who will win this time?"
"I heard that this time it was a serious martial arts competition. Elder Wu took action personally. Boss Ye is in great danger."
"Last time you said it was a bad situation, but didn't Boss Ye still win?"
"It was different last time..."
"Don't talk nonsense. I'll bet one hundred Huan Guo notes on Boss Ye. Do you dare to bet?"
The onlookers have already opened the odds.
Li Banfeng looked sleepy. He came to the side of the ring and said hello to Wu Decheng: "Elder Wu, should I admit defeat right after I go up, or should I fight for a while?"
Wu Decheng frowned and said, "Boss Ye, please don't tell such jokes. When we get to the ring, let's see how good we are."
"Okay, let's see your ability. You take it seriously just for the occasion..." Li Banfeng yawned and called three people to the stage.
Just as Wu Decheng expected, this man named Ye came here just to admit defeat, and his attitude was extremely non-serious.
The few players who were able to fight before didn’t show up, so the three people who came on the field were really unbearable to watch.
There was a strong man, quite tall but very fat, and he didn't look like a martial artist.
The other two were short and thin, and they looked like they had not eaten enough, and they walked unsteadily.
Looking at their attire, they were all wearing coarse cloth clothes, their bodies were covered in oil stains, and their faces were covered in coal dust.
This is too perfunctory.
The man named Ye probably hired a few workers who had just finished work from the factory and wanted to get away with it.
Wu Decheng lowered his voice and asked, "Boss Ye, is this your man?"
Li Banfeng snorted and said, "What's wrong? Are you disgusted? The people you brought with you weren't that good!"
Wu Decheng looked at Li Banfeng and found that he didn't even have a supporting gear with him.
Okay, young man, you are quite arrogant.
Don’t cry later!
A whistle sounded and both sides prepared for battle.
Wu Decheng's four disciples went up to the stage.
Li Banfeng frowned and said, "What do you mean? There are only three of us, and you have four. You are outnumbered, right?"
The tone of this sentence was quite high, and people around started talking about it.
Wu Decheng remained silent. His disciple, the fifth-level Wen Xiu Rao Shaofeng, stepped forward and said, "Boss Ye, aren't you here too? Why don't you come up on stage and spar with me?"
Li Banfeng frowned and said, "Why would I go up there? I'll lose anyway, and I'll be embarrassed."
Wu Decheng quickly changed the subject. If he continued like this, the man surnamed Ye would let the cat out of the bag: "Three on three is fine. Qingsong, don't go up."
The fourth-level poison cultivator Yue Qingsong walked down from the arena and stood next to Wu Decheng.
When the second whistle sounded, both parties decided on the personnel and could not go back on their word.
The third whistle sounded and the two sides started fighting.
The fifth-level martial artist Wu Rongjin was the first to rush towards the burly man.
Among these three people, it seems that only this strong man can hold on.
The strong man didn't dare to fight and retreated quickly.
A thin man came up to Wu Rongjin with a hunched back, stretched out his leg, and tripped Wu Rongjin, causing him to stumble.
Wu Rongjin hit back with a punch at the man.
The man dodged it easily and said with a smile: "You can't hit me, why are you so stupid?"
Wu Rongjin raised his foot to kick the man again, but the man dodged again: "What are you doing? Where are you kicking? I'm here!"
This man's words were really infuriating. Wu Rongjin chased the man and beat him. The man dodged while laughing and cursing:
"How could your mother give birth to such a useless person like you? You can't even walk at your age.
Look at your two clumsy feet, you can't even separate them. With your character, you still want to fight in the ring, but you can't even eat hot shit."
Wu Rongjin was furious and attacked without thinking, with his steps moving wildly. The man took the opportunity and kicked him in the calf.
The force was not great, but the location was precise. Wu Rongjin's legs got mixed up and he fell flat on his face.
The thin man laughed and said, "If I hadn't said that, you wouldn't be able to eat shit as hot as it is."
The bloated and muscular man behind him advised: "Don't say that, there's something hot."
He took out a bucket from his clothes and put it on Wu Rongjin's head.
Wu Rongjin vomited and before he could take down the bucket, the man kicked him, breaking his leg and arm, and kicked him off the stage.
Who is this man? How come he is so good at fighting?
This is not a man, this is a scolding woman.
Zhong Bai was good at makeup and he dressed up the scolding woman as a man.
It must be said that Zhong Bai’s makeup skills have improved a lot, and even Li Banfeng didn’t recognize her at first.
You can fake your appearance, but you can’t fake your figure. The old lady is so thin, and she looks even thinner when she turns into a man.
Wu Rongjin lay on the ground, cursing: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you come to help me!"
He scolded his two junior brothers, three against three, and he just watched him get beaten alone.
His two fellow apprentices wanted to come up to help him, but they were unable to free their hands as they were entangled by another thin man.
Fighting one against two, the thin man was not at all at a disadvantage.
This is Aqin, a sixth-level physical cultivator.
Wu Rongjin has been knocked off the ring and according to the rules he cannot come back up, so now it becomes two against three.
Two against one can't gain any advantage, so how can they fight two against three?
Rao Shaofeng, a fifth-level cultivator, shouted angrily, "You can't let the majority bully the minority!"
The skill of sharing the same writing and rules.
The bloated man held the bucket and said, "Then I won't fight."
This strong man is a weakling, with only the second level of cultivation. If you don't want to fight us, then we won't fight. He can't beat him anyway.
The remaining four people, two against two, confronted each other for a moment, and Wen Xiu Rao Shaofeng shouted: "Soar up to 90,000 miles!"
He jumped up, ready to strike from the air.
Ninety thousand miles was impossible, but his skill of making his words come true did allow him to fly quite high, at least seven or eight meters.
Aqin was originally a grasshopper. She spread her wings, leaped up, grabbed Rao Shaofeng's ankle with one hand, pulled him in the air, spun him around, and then fell heavily on the ring.
Aqin immediately landed on the ground, stepped forward and stepped on Rao Shaofeng's chest, causing Rao Shaofeng to vomit blood immediately.
There was still one fourth-level Cheng Ziyan left, and he had left himself a backup plan, but when he saw Aqin and the street-swearing woman coming over together, Cheng Ziyan suddenly turned around and released a cloud of smoke.
Aqin covered her nose.
The street-swearing woman spat, "He's a weasel. That guy just released gold juice, and you just farted. Who the hell can stand this!"
The two men kicked Cheng Ziyan off the stage one by one.
Woohoo!
The whistle blew and the competition was over.
Everyone covered their mouths and noses, and there was complete silence.
This battle was pretty good to watch, but it didn't smell good.
Wu Decheng shouted angrily: "Ye, you cheated!"
Li Banfeng replied: "How can I cheat!"
"How dare you lie to me!"
Li Banfeng shouted, "What did I lie to you about? Tell me, and say it loudly!"
"I said..."
How can I say this?
Wu Decheng was so angry that he was shaking. While his attention was on Li Banfeng, Xiao Genzi took a spoon and splashed it in Wu Decheng's face.
"Say it now!"
PS: This spoon is crucial.
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