Chapter 1: The Defeated South District, Smoke Ghost Fighter

Author: Burn your dreams

Chapter 1: The Defeated South District, Smoke Ghost Fighter

Since entering the new century, the ancient martial arts practice and modern technology have been successfully combined and rejuvenated with new vitality, it has been a full two hundred years.

In the past two hundred years, pioneers who have continued to open up new realms, greatly promoting the development of life sciences, and significantly increasing the average life expectancy of human beings.

Top martial arts experts with various incredible abilities also enter the historical stage as strategic deterrent forces. With their hands and feet raised, they can profoundly influence the world pattern.

Countries have cultivated martial arts talents one after another. To this day, the influence of martial arts has penetrated deeply into every corner of society, and various related industries have flourished.

"Kung Fu Dream" has become the common dream of contemporary people.

Jingchuan Island, Chuiyun City, Yangcheng South District.

The dirty sidewalks were filled with potholes, garbage piled up on the corners of the street, dust filled the air, and the tall buildings in the distance also looked dilapidated, with a disgusting smell of rottenness mixed with rich smoke and rushing out far away.

On the electronic screen, bald martial artists dressed in bright and beautiful clothes are selling their own unique skills and private lessons, spitting everywhere, and various slogans are shouting loudly.

"Working hard for a hundred days, you can also stand on the professional arena!"

But in conjunction with his demonstration of easily piercing the super alloy steel plate with his fist, and the small words "I have participated in the title battle many times" in the lower left corner of the screen, these untuned propaganda words actually seem somewhat convincing.

On the mottled walls on the streets and alleys, advertisements for selling martial arts secrets and various tonics were posted everywhere - most of them were covered by female boxers with a hot body with a bulge in front and a raised back.

"Brother Ge, I'm here."

Under the gaze of the middle-aged man beside him, Ge Li withdrew his curious gaze.

He raised his head, looked at the mottled plaque in front of him with the words "xx Care Center" written on it, and asked suspiciously:

"Brother Zhao, the master you mentioned is really here..."

Hearing this sentence, Brother Zhao seemed to be greatly wronged. He suddenly raised his head, looked angry, and threw out an impatient sentence:

"Brother Ge, if you can't trust me, you can leave now!"

Ge Li was startled by this sudden change of face, and the nineteen-year-old young man who was not very familiar with the world suddenly felt guilty.

He hurriedly said:

"Where can it be? Brother Zhao's ability, of course I believe it."

Brother Zhao didn't answer, but just reached out and pointed it forward, saying neither salty nor indifferently:

"Brother is a good idea to be in the South District for the first time. I'm not sure about being cautious. I'm consciously avoiding suspicion. If you want to find someone, just go in and inquire by yourself."

Nowadays, how can I find such a stupid young man who has a lot of money?

Brother Zhao sighed in his heart

Ge Li was not familiar with the place and was a thin-skinned young man, so he naturally didn't want to let go of this enthusiastic big brother who could help him deliver the words.

He kept him anxiously.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, I said the wrong thing just now, don't take it to your heart.

If I get through this time, I will definitely not treat your brother badly. Just help me this time."

After some rigging, Brother Zhao could not resist Ge Li's begging and decided to help others to the end and send the Buddha to the West, but he did not take any money.

Ge Li, who wanted to use money to solve the problem, felt guilty again. Brother Zhao saw that the temperature was almost done, and did not delay, so he immediately led the little brother into the gate of the sanitary center.

This sanitation center is not big, but there are many people sitting there, with a large crowd of about 10 or 20 people, in groups of three or five, each surrounded by a small table.

This group of people dressed in different clothes and stood in different positions, but they had one thing in common - each one was filled with a fierce and capable atmosphere.

Among them, there was a man who looked like he was laughing, but he glanced here intentionally or unintentionally, making a hidden eye contact with Brother Zhao.

Ge Li had no idea about all this.

He looked at the group of people for a rough look, then turned to Brother Zhao and whispered:

"Brother, which table of experts are we looking for?"

Brother Zhao waved his hand and said loudly without any concealment:

"Brother, just these stinky fish and rotten shrimps will definitely not be able to deal with your big enemy. Let's go in."

The men who had eye contact with him just now understood immediately. They slapped the table and stood up, shouting angrily:

"What did you say?"

"You said, who do you want to deal with!"

"In this world, we brothers have never been afraid of anyone!"

Brother Zhao patted Ge Li on the shoulder, but took a step back.

"Brother, you say yourself, who are you going to deal with?"

Although Ge Li was humble to Brother Zhao, it was because he helped him.

As soon as his temperament became stronger, Ge Li's eyebrows stood up and his neck was sneered:

"I'm not a big master. The old black bones are helping the black guy. I'm paying 100,000 yuan. Who will you come?"

"Yin...Yinhum!?"

The man who screamed the most and sat down, and the people who stood up with him also stopped talking, with a shock and suspicion on his face.

They only have one thought in their minds.

"Where is the boss who is going to kidnap the young man? How dare you flirt with the old ghost's tiger beard?"

In the entire hall, whether it was watching the fun or preparing to say something, I was silent when I heard the word "yinhun".

Those who make a living in the southern district are still second in terms of skills, and the most important thing is to be able to make your moves brightly.

Yinhun's reputation has spread throughout Yangcheng twenty years ago.

Not to mention anything else, just taking ruthless actions is enough to discourage most boxers.

It is true that Ge Li’s bid is definitely a lot, but no matter how much money it is, he still has to be killed, right?

They are here to make money, not to die.

Seeing these boxers retreating tactfully, Brother Zhao smiled and patted Ge Li.

"Let's go inside and find those real masters."

Ge Li nodded gratefully to him. Just as he was about to walk forward, he suddenly heard a cough coming from behind him.

"Ahem...you said, you paid 100,000?"

He turned his head and found that the person who was talking was a thin man.

The man leaned against the door with his messy hair, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The smoke rising from the cigarette butt blurred his face, and Ge Li could only see a pair of translucent eyes.

Seeing this person, Brother Zhao secretly cried in his heart. He forced a few laughs before he said utterly:

"Brother Gu, although you have a lot of rewards for this job, you have to be blessed to be relieved. Your injuries may not be cured..."

The man named Gu held a cigarette in his hand, covered his mouth and coughed a few times before speaking:

"I've taken this job."

Brother Zhao's face turned pale, he took a deep breath and said sternly:

"Gu Heng, do you still talk about the rules? I won this order first!"

"oh?"

A little spark fell to the ground and was crushed by black cloth shoes.

Gu Heng raised his head, his upper eyelids were closed, and his eyes were cold:

"Don't accept it?"

It was not until this time that Ge Li saw his true face clearly.

This person is about 1.8 meters tall, but his muscles are extremely thin. He is supported by his thick and wide skeleton, but he has a fierce and fierce look like a tiger sitting in a hole.

The sunlight shining through the door reflected on his face, illuminating a clearly contoured face, which also made two balls of fire burn in his pupils.

——The cold and cold ghost fire.

The storm of fire seemed to illuminate his life, making people unconsciously ignore his pale and haggard appearance.

Looking at those fierce eyes, Brother Zhao felt his chest thrust.

Thinking of the various achievements of this fierce man since his debut, his mind suddenly became clear.

After looking at the more unbearable brothers beside him, Brother Zhao could only make a harsh statement:

"Gu Heng! I want to see how you can stay in the southern area in the future!"

Faced with Brother Zhao's threat, Gu Heng did not even raise his eyelids, but reached out, fumbled in his pants for a while, and took out a wrinkled cigarette.

He lowered his head and lighted a cigarette, he asked vaguely:
To be continued...