"How is that possible! It should be dead!"
"Mr. Lang, I advise you to keep your voice down. After all—Mr. Lou hasn't left yet!"
Qingshan Taohua's eyes rolled, and she gave him a look that said, "You know what I mean." Lang Wenzhe's heart trembled. "Yes, Satan must not be known to anyone because he has canine distemper!" But how did this woman save Satan? How strange!
Lang Wenzhe rolled his eyes and gave Qingshan a flattering smile:
"Senior, you are truly an expert. How did you rescue Satan? Could you please tell me so I can learn something from you?"
Qingshan smiled, nodded to Mr. Suo who was sitting opposite him, and said leisurely:
"Okay, but if you want to know my secret, give me yours in exchange! I'll tell you how I cured Satan, and you'll tell me how to acupuncture with golden needles. How about that?"
Acupuncture with golden needles is the unique skill of the Lang family. Even Lang Wenzhe's three brothers don't know about it. How could he tell Qingshan? What if Qingshan sells it to another dog fighting arena, wouldn't that cut off his own source of income?
Lang Wenzhe quickly laughed it off and changed the subject.
After Satan entered the venue, he lay quietly at the foot of the green hill, close to her legs, and closed his eyes to rest.
Master Suo also saw Satan and was horrified! Wang Jinsuo was very confident in his eyesight and dared to guarantee that Satan was a sick dog and should be dead. But he didn't know what tricks the little girl had used, the dog was still alive, and apart from being a little tired, there was nothing unusual about it.
Mr. Suo looked at the young girl opposite him and nodded secretly: This girl has a bright future. It seems that Lao Zhan has found a treasure this time!
Qingshan was bored and flipping through the boxer information in his hand, when he suddenly heard Zhan Feng say "Huh".
"Master, I'll be right back!"
After saying that, Zhan Feng stood up and strode towards the preparation area backstage.
Zhan Feng chased the figure that just flashed by and came to the boxer lounge backstage. He searched room by room and finally found the man in the fifth room.
"Master Ye, is it really you?"
Master Ye is about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, of medium height, thin, with a fair complexion and no beard. He looks weak and frail, not like a martial artist.
There were scabbed wounds on Master Ye's cheekbones and corners of his mouth, and his naked upper body was also covered with many bruises.
Ye Qun was also taken aback when she saw Zhan Feng. Then she looked a little embarrassed, touched her nose, and said awkwardly:
"Hey, Afeng, you... came to watch the fight?"
"Master Ye, are you here... to fight?"
The smile on Ye Qun's face froze, a look of pain flashed across her eyes, and then she continued to smile and nodded to Zhan Feng.
Ye Qun is the successor of Wing Chun. Two years ago, Zhan Feng competed with Ye Qun and lost in one move. He was kicked in the chest by Ye Qun and vomited blood on the spot.
Afterwards, Ye Qun blamed herself extremely, but Zhan Feng did not take it seriously and even shouted "It was so exciting". The two of them got to know each other through fighting and became close friends.
His family's Wing Chun Kung Fu was quite famous in Hong Kong Island. Several underground boxing gyms offered high prices to invite him to fight, but Ye Qun politely declined them all.
Firstly, although Ye Qun's family in Hong Kong was not wealthy, they had enough to eat and wear, so there was no need to earn such hard-earned money. Secondly, Ye Qun felt that participating in underground black boxing fights, allowing outsiders to gamble and entertain with boxers' lifelong martial arts skills, was the greatest insult to martial artists.
So when Zhan Feng saw Ye Qun walking backstage in the VIP seats just now, he thought he was dazzled and didn't expect that he was really there to fight underground boxing.
"Master Ye, are you in trouble? Do you need money? Tell me how much you want and I'll give it to you!"
Zhan Feng knew that Ye Qun had no fondness for underground black boxing, and he must have had his reasons for coming to participate in the competition.
Ye Qun grinned and patted Zhan Feng on the shoulder:
"Good brother, I appreciate your kindness, but I still have to solve this matter myself. You can't help me..."
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