The golden monkey raised his powerful stick, and the sky was clear of dust.

In addition to the well-known metaphors, this poem also captures the essence of stick fighting.

This blow, as powerful as splitting Mount Hua, made Deng Yougang feel refreshed and his eyes lit up.

It seemed as if all the anger in my chest was condensed on the stick, and was completely dissipated as the stick was swung...

"Let me do it myself from now on!"

Deng Yougang said excitedly.

The shadow shrouding him nodded, then stood there with the gun in his hand and stopped attacking.

The next second, the smoke and dust in the sky suddenly disappeared, and a black shadow rushed over again. It was the Fire Cloud Evil God who was so angry that he ignored the injuries in his body and forced himself to use the Toad Skill.

Deng Yougang was in high spirits. He jumped up again and knocked down the Fire Cloud Evil God with his stick again.

Afterwards, the Fire Cloud Evil God seemed to be possessed by a demon. He kept jumping out of the deep pits on the ground, but was repeatedly knocked down by Deng Yougang with a stick.

Both sides are like the players and the whack-a-mole players, constantly repeating the same process and ending.

Finally, when Deng Yougang accidentally hit Fire Cloud Evil God on the head with a stick, the opponent had no strength to fight anymore.

The smoke and dust cleared, and Deng Yougang landed lightly on the ground. He stood on the edge of the deep pit and looked in surprise at the motionless Fire Cloud Evil God in the pit.

"Is this guy going to be beaten to death by me?"

As he spoke, Deng Yougang walked into the deep pit, grabbed Huoyun Evil God by the collar on his back, lifted him up, and sniffed his breath.

...is still alive!

Deng Yougang raised his eyebrows, loosened his right hand, and the blue-green stick in his palm immediately turned into blue Qi and returned to his body.

Fortunately he is alive. If he had really killed Fire Cloud Evil God like this, it would have been too easy for him!

After all, in this guy's mind, the best possible outcome is to die at the hands of a peerless master.

After a little thought, Deng Yougang put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, gathered the Qi in his fingertips, and tapped the acupoints on the back of Huoyun Evil God like lightning.

After doing all this, Deng Yougang stood up, took a step forward, grabbed the unconscious body of Huoyun Evil God and walked out of the deep pit.

On the streets outside the pit, dozens of martial arts masters dragged their seriously injured bodies, holding on to railings, trees, or cars, looking at the calm Deng Yougang with complicated and awe-inspiring eyes.

Zheng Shaojie also looked at Deng Yougang with a complicated expression.

He finally understood why his talent for foreseeing danger didn't work.

It turns out that there is such a peerless master hidden beside him!

"thump--"

Deng Yougang threw the Fire Cloud Evil God in his hand at Zheng Shaojie's feet and said with a smile: "I will help you take down the master, and you can deal with the traitor yourself!"

Looking at the self-familiar Deng Yougang, Zheng Shaojie was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath and asked, "Senior, you are not Uncle Ghost, right?"

"certainly!"

"Then...Where's Uncle Ghost?"

Zheng Shaojie looked at Deng Yougang with a complicated expression.

Deng Yougang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master Ah Gui is alive and well. I spent a lot of money to buy his identity. With this money in hand, I guess he should have left Shanghai and lived in seclusion somewhere else."

Zheng Shaojie frowned and asked, "Then your face..."

"Oh, you're talking about this!"

Deng Yougang suddenly realized, then raised his head with a smile and waved lightly on his face.

In an instant, the blue-green aura melted away like ice and snow, revealing Deng Yougang's overly young face.

"Okay, now this is what I really look like!"

...What kind of method is this? !

Looking at Deng Yougang whose appearance changed instantly before his eyes, Zheng Shaojie couldn't help but stare in amazement.

In just less than half an hour, he had lost count of how many times he had been shocked by the mysterious master before him.

When he came to his senses, Zheng Shaojie had a complicated look in his eyes. Just as he was about to ask about Deng Yougang's identity, Qing Gui came over hurriedly, followed by six burly men in suits and Uncle Chai who was pinned down by two of the men.

"Brother Prince, the traitor has been caught!"

The green ghost bowed respectfully, then glanced at Deng Yougang with awe and retreated behind Zheng Shaojie.

Hearing Qing Gui's address, Uncle Chai, who was originally a little depressed, immediately roared: "You bastard, who are you calling a traitor? I am not a traitor!"

Deng Yougang curled his lips when he saw this, looked at Zheng Shaojie and chuckled, "I know you have a lot of doubts now, don't worry, I will slowly answer them for you."

As he spoke, Deng Yougang looked at Uncle Chai, who was still roaring with red eyes, and said softly: "However, it will take a lot of time to answer these questions. Now, you'd better deal with the things at hand. I'll go to the study upstairs to wait for you..."

After saying that, Deng Yougang patted Zheng Shaojie on the shoulder, and then, in the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone, he picked up the unconscious Fire Cloud Evil God and turned to walk towards the Red Building.

Zheng Shaojie was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and shouted, "Ah Qing, what are you still standing there for? Go and lead the way for the senior!"

"Yes, Prince!"

Qing Gui nodded, quickly caught up with Deng Yougang, and said respectfully: "Senior, please follow me!"

Deng Yougang smiled and replied: "Okay, okay..."

Zheng Shaojie looked deeply at Deng Yougang's back, then suddenly turned around and punched Uncle Chai in the abdomen.

Looking at Uncle Chai, who was curled up like a cooked shrimp with a face full of pain, Zheng Shaojie said coldly: "You lured the Fire Cloud Evil God to the Red Mansion, and you still say you are not a traitor?"

Uncle Chai covered his abdomen and said intermittently: "I... I... I can't do anything... It's that Fire Cloud... Evil God..."

The two's voices came from far behind him. Deng Yougang raised his lips, turned his head and looked at the green ghost leading the way in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Your name is Ah Qing."

Qing Gui glanced at the Fire Cloud Evil God in Deng Yougang's hand, which looked like a dead fish, and said respectfully, "Yes, senior."

Deng Yougang smiled and said, "Don't call me senior, it sounds weird. My last name is Deng, and I come from the Northeastern lineage of the horse-riding immortal family. If you don't mind my young appearance, just call me Brother Deng or Big Brother Deng!"

Qing Gui followed suit and said quickly, "Yes, Brother Deng."

Deng Yougang smiled and said, "Ah Qing, you must have been with A Jie for a long time, can you tell me his story?"

Qing Gui was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "This..."

Deng Yougang knew that this person was very loyal to Zheng Shaojie, so he smiled and explained: "Don't worry, I have no ill will towards Ajie, but I saw that he was extremely talented, and I couldn't bear to see a piece of unpolished jade covered in dust, so I wanted to see if he met the standards of my Chu Ma Xian family for accepting disciples..."

"...You want to take the prince as your apprentice?"

Qing Gui's face was suddenly filled with astonishment, and he couldn't help but raise his voice a few degrees.

Deng Yougang nodded with a smile and said softly: "Let me ask you, is your prince born with a lot of energy and spirit, and has special abilities? The specific manifestations are probably a sixth sense or the ability to foresee danger or something like that..."

Qing Gui's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, how did you know?"

Deng Yougang asked meaningfully, "What do you think?"

Qing Gui was quick-witted and immediately asked in surprise, "Is this the qualification you mentioned?"

Deng Yougang smiled but said nothing. He just asked softly, "Now, can you tell me the story of your prince?"

Qing Gui hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Okay, but I hope you can promise me that you won't tell this to the prince."

Deng Yougang thought there was something going on, and nodded immediately, "Don't worry, I will never tell him!"

After getting Deng Yougang's promise, Qing Gui finally felt relieved and quietly told the story of Zheng Shaojie.

In fact, his story is very simple. It is a story about an urban gangster who gradually grows up as a second-generation gangster, constantly makes plans during his growth, and finally seizes power.

As Deng Yougang listened, he gradually lost interest.

The reason is very simple. First, Qing Gui's description is half true and half false, and he basically only says good things. Secondly, Qing Gui is a native of this world after all, and he doesn't know that Zheng Shaojie had already predicted the plot. Therefore, the story naturally lacks some important perspectives of a time traveler.

"Let's wait until the showdown and listen to Zheng Shaojie's own words..."

While thinking this, Deng Yougang followed Qing Gui to the study on the top floor.

I have to say that this Red Building is worthy of being the base camp of the Red Gang, its structure is solid.

Two load-bearing walls on this floor were smashed by the Fire Cloud Evil God, but the fifth floor was still stable.

Deng Yougang threw the unconscious Fire Cloud Evil God on the carpet in the study, then walked behind the desk and looked at the desk in front of him with interest.

When Deng Yougang saw a corner of a magazine sticking out from the gap of the unclosed drawer under the desk, his eyes lit up. He immediately raised his head and waved to Qinggui, who was standing respectfully at the door of the study.

"Get out!"

"this……"

The green ghost looked hesitant, obviously a little hesitant.

Deng Yougang's smile faded, and he said calmly, "If I want to touch his things, what can you do even if you watch?"

Qing Gui fell silent, thought for a moment, bowed his head respectfully, turned around and left the study.

Twenty minutes later, Zheng Shaojie hurried to the study on the top floor.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Deng Yougang flipping through a magazine with great interest behind the desk.

Looking at the three big words "New Youth" on the magazine, Zheng Shaojie was shocked, and then he said with a stiff upper lip: "Senior, flipping through other people's study casually, this kind of thing is not a good habit even in the martial arts world, right?"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Deng Yougang closed the magazine in his hand and put it back in the drawer. Then he raised his head and said with a smile, "I just wanted to confirm the timeline of this world, so I couldn't help it for a moment. I hope Brother Zheng will forgive me..."

"Then you can't—"

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Shaojie suddenly came to his senses, opened his mouth wide, and stared at Deng Yougang in a daze.

"…What did you just say? Confirm the timeline of this world?"

"You are not from this world..."

"You are a time traveler!"