Chapter 522: On what basis

"This..." Liu Fei was speechless. If what Fang Ye said was true, then his revenge was completely justifiable. After all, it was his younger brother who was wrong first.

And looking at the miserable appearance of the four bodyguards, they must have suffered a lot under Fang Ye's hands. No wonder the younger brother who was always fearless would dance obediently...

Ma Tieshan watched coldly for a while, and finally spoke: "This little brother is so arrogant that he dared to let the second young master of the Liu family dance for you in person. I just want to ask, what is your basis?"

Fang Ye glanced at him lightly: "Who are you? What does this have to do with you?" "Does it matter a penny?"

Ma Tieshan said proudly, "Of course it does. Young Master Liu is a close friend of mine. He came to the Ruihao Hotel today to book a room for me to welcome him. Now that his brother has been insulted, I, Ma, will certainly not stand idly by!"

After hearing this, Liu Zixie's face suddenly showed joy. He had heard from his brother about how powerful Master Ma was. He was a true master of internal martial arts. Wouldn't it be a piece of cake for him to deal with Fang Ye?

Fang Ye narrowed his eyes: "From what you said, it seems that you want to fight, right?"

Ma Tieshan smiled faintly: "Since you can beat four bodyguards, you must be a master in the martial arts world. We martial artists don't talk about fighting, we only talk about sparring. Since we meet today, let's have a good sparring."

Fang Ye said disdainfully: "Tsk, you are playing word games with me, right? You are just changing the name, the essence is still fighting?"

"No, there are several kinds of sparring among martial artists. We have no grudges, so there is no need to fight to the death. How about a literary fight?"

Fang Ye sneered: "What kind of literary fight? Is it like in the movies, where two people stand together and are not allowed to move their feet, and then you give me a palm and I give you a punch?"

"Yes, that's about it." Ma Tieshan said seriously, "After all, this is a public place. It's not appropriate to fight. Let's stand opposite each other and take turns to hit each other three punches or three palms until one of us admits defeat. What do you think?"

"Since it's already been decided, would I be afraid of you?" Fang Ye smiled slightly, "But since it's a competition, there must be some prizes to make it exciting, right?"

Ma Tieshan nodded and said, "No problem, Mr. Liu, how much are you willing to offer?"

Liu Fei smiled indifferently, "Since Master Ma has this interest, I will offer one hundred million."

Fang Ye agreed without hesitation, "Okay, one hundred million is one hundred million."

One hundred million? !

After hearing this, several aunts stared at each other, only Fan Yulan's expression was relatively calm.

One hundred million is of course an astronomical figure, but she knew that it would be absolutely no problem for her son, so she was not panicked.

Zhang Chunjiao asked worriedly: "Yulan, your son is not talking about Vietnamese dong, right? Can he take out one hundred million casually?"

Fan Yulan smiled somewhat proudly and said: "Don't worry, my son is a man who does big things, and this one hundred million is just a small amount of money for him."

Zhang Chunjiao could only nod doubtfully, and several other aunts also whispered to each other, discussing whether Fang Ye was bragging.

Fang Ye added: "By the way, in addition to money, I have other conditions."

Ma Tieshan asked: "What conditions?"

"Very simple, the losing party will have to continue to finish the square dance." Fang Ye smiled faintly, "Including you and me!"

"This..." Liu Fei was speechless for a moment. If what Fang Ye said was true, then his revenge was completely justifiable. After all, his brother was at fault first.

And looking at the miserable state of the four bodyguards, they must have suffered a lot under Fang Ye's hands. No wonder the brother who was always fearless would dance obediently...

Ma Tieshan watched coldly for a while, and finally spoke: "This little brother is so arrogant that he dared to let the second young master of the Liu family dance for you in person. I just want to ask, what is your basis?"

Fang Ye glanced at him indifferently: "Who are you? What does this have to do with you?" "Does it matter a penny?"

Ma Tieshan said proudly, "Of course it does. Young Master Liu is a close friend of mine. He came to the Ruihao Hotel today to book a room for me to welcome him. Now that his brother has been insulted, I, Ma, will certainly not stand idly by!"

After hearing this, Liu Zixie's face suddenly showed joy. He had heard from his brother about how powerful Master Ma was. He was a true master of internal martial arts. Wouldn't it be a piece of cake for him to deal with Fang Ye?

Fang Ye narrowed his eyes: "From what you said, it seems that you want to fight, right?"

Ma Tieshan smiled faintly: "Since you can beat four bodyguards, you must be a master in the martial arts world. We martial artists don't talk about fighting, we only talk about sparring. Since we meet today, let's have a good sparring."

Fang Ye said disdainfully: "Tsk, you are playing word games with me, right? You are just changing the name, the essence is still fighting?"

"No, there are several kinds of sparring among martial artists. We have no grudges, so there is no need to fight to the death. How about a literary fight?"

Fang Ye sneered: "What kind of literary fight? Is it like in the movies, where two people stand together and are not allowed to move their feet, and then you give me a palm and I give you a punch?"

"Yes, that's about it." Ma Tieshan said seriously, "After all, this is a public place. It's not appropriate to fight. Let's stand opposite each other and take turns to hit each other three punches or three palms until one of us admits defeat. What do you think?"

"Since it's already been decided, would I be afraid of you?" Fang Ye smiled slightly, "But since it's a competition, there must be some prizes to make it exciting, right?"

Ma Tieshan nodded and said, "No problem, Mr. Liu, how much are you willing to offer?"

Liu Fei smiled indifferently, "Since Master Ma has this interest, I will offer one hundred million."

Fang Ye agreed without hesitation, "Okay, one hundred million is one hundred million."

One hundred million? !

After hearing this, several aunts stared at each other, only Fan Yulan's expression was relatively calm.

One hundred million is of course an astronomical figure, but she knew that it would be absolutely no problem for her son, so she did not panic.

Zhang Chunjiao asked worriedly: "Yulan, your son is not talking about Vietnamese dong, right? Can he take out one hundred million casually?"

Fan Yulan smiled somewhat proudly and said: "Don't worry, my son is a man who does big things. This one hundred million is just a small amount of money for him."

Zhang Chunjiao could only nod doubtfully, and several other aunts also whispered to each other, discussing whether Fang Ye was bragging.

Fang Ye added: "By the way, in addition to money, I have other conditions."

Ma Tieshan asked: "What are the conditions?"

"Very simple, the losing party must continue to dance the square dance." Fang Ye smiled faintly, "Including you and me!"