"Who wants to be my brother Pao's home?!"

The old and hoarse voice stirred back and forth in the empty and closed underground boxing ring, the echoes overlapped and overlapped, and finally converged into a deafening sound of thunder.

The sound of dense and noisy footsteps came from far and near like a tide, and a large group of muddy robe brothers with tattoos on their necks poured into the boxing ring.

There were hundreds of black heads, filling the entire boxing ring in the blink of an eye, and a chill filled the air.

Among the crowds of people, four burly men whose arms had been replaced with mechanical prostheses stood out. They were carrying a huge lift and stopped behind Li Jun and Kuang Qingyun.

Zhao Ding, who has white hair, is wrapped in a black cloak, with a large golden sword sitting on it.

Behind him stood two young girls wearing cyan cheongsam. Their beautiful faces had typical Akito characteristics, but their brows and eyes were indifferent. They looked lifeless.

The collar of the cheongsam is embroidered with two delicate characters "Fu Weng", indicating that they are bionic caregivers produced by the largest medical group in Chengdu.

At this moment, they are methodically controlling a huge life-support equipment, with countless spider web-like wire tubes extending into Zhao Ding's cloak.

Li Jun looked back at the old man's skinny face, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and a self-deprecating smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

No wonder even Crow Hua knew that it was Zhao Dou who betrayed him. It turns out that this wasn’t really a secret at all.

The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind. It turns out that I am the only cicada caught in this situation.

"It has been a long time since we have had so many distinguished guests visiting Kowloon Street. I apologize for the loss of welcome."

Zhao Ding's slightly cloudy eyes scanned the entire audience, looking at each other, and everyone had different reactions.

Luo Zhen's face was filled with surprise and uncertainty, and he glanced at Zhao Dou angrily.

Before entering Kowloon Street, the prince of Brother Muddy Waters swore to him that Zhao Ding had only one breath left and could not even stand up.

Hu Zhong's face was as cold as iron, the tiger stripes on his cheeks twitched, and he looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Zhao Dou lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhao Ding at all. He dug his fingers into his palms, looking like a scared and cowardly but unwilling defeated dog.

Zhao Ding's eyes stayed on Zhao Dou for a moment, a faint sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled at Luo Zhen and said: "Inspector Luo, if I heard correctly just now, it was you who asked Kuang Qingyun to hand over

People?"

Luo Zhen frowned and said in a deep voice, "I'm right. Does the helm have any objections?"

"Opinions are irrelevant,"

Zhao Ding, who was lying on the cart, shook his head and reached out to point at the tiger's grave. "Old man, I just lamented that the people who used to beg for food at my feet like dogs now dare to bare their teeth at me."

As soon as these words came out, there was an immediate commotion among the crowd at the Sword Festival.

Many "Ten Nobles" level cadres who regarded Huzhong as their father showed murderous intent in their eyes and wished they could immediately rush forward and tear Zhao Ding into pieces.

Only Tozuka, who was named and insulted, remained silent. Only the tiger pattern earrings on his earlobes moved in the wind.

"Not bad, Hu Zhong. It seems that you have made some progress in Sinmin Street over the years. You know that biting dogs should not bark randomly. However, you made a mistake by betting on Zhao Dou."

"Enough!"

Luo Zhen glanced at the silent Hu Zhong with dissatisfaction, and interrupted Zhao Ding.

"This inspector is here to resolve conflicts today, not to see you, Zhao Ding, show off your authority! I must take away the murderer today, otherwise this matter will be spread to the ears of the chief inspector, and everyone will be embarrassed!"

Luo Zhen no longer had the patience to practice Tai Chi with Zhao Ding anymore, so he directly put pressure on Zhao Ding with his official power of inspection.

"Since Inspector Luo's words have come to this, it would be disrespectful of me, Zhao Ding, if I don't give you face anymore, but..."

Zhao Ding changed the topic, "But if Brother Pao hands over Li Jun just like this, I will be thrown off this plane by my brothers immediately."

"Zhao Ding, what do you mean?" Luo Zhen said angrily.

Zhao Ding, who was shaped like a withered lion, smiled slightly, exuding a gleaming domineering spirit, "What I mean is that if the Sword Sacrifice Association wants to return to the scene, then it must do it in the same way as my Brother Pao Association!"

Hu Zhong, who had been silent all this time, finally reacted. He bowed slightly towards the furious Luo Zhen and said to Zhao Ding: "Then please, Mr. Ding, draw the line."

Zhao Ding said coldly: "We are all poor people living in the slums, so of course who has the bigger fist has the final say."

"With Inspector Luo here today, Brother Pao will not bully the younger ones. It was Li Jun who killed him, so let's resolve it among the juniors."

"I see that all the 'Ten Nobles' from your Sword Festival Club have arrived today. Huzhong, you choose someone to go to the ring. If he can beat Li Jun, then his life will be handed over to the Sword Festival Club."

"Okay!" Torizuka agreed simply.

At the same time, Zhao Dou, who had been hanging his head, suddenly raised his head, stared at the old man who was carrying him with a ferocious face, and shouted in a trembling voice: "I want to raise the bet!"

Kuang Qingyun was furious and cursed: "Zhao Dou, you crazy beast!"

Zhao Dou yelled like a mad dog: "Kang Qingyun, shut the hell up, it's not your turn to speak here!"

A deep sadness appeared on Zhao Ding's thin and dry face, and he said slowly: "What are you betting on?"

"I'll bet my life on you, on Brother Muddy Waters Pao's position on the helm!"

"I promise you." Zhao Ding's eyes were as sharp as a knife and he spoke every word.

Kuang Qingyun looked anxious, "Master Ding!"

Zhao Ding waved his hand and looked at Li Jun, "Ajun, I am sorry for you today. If you are not willing to come on stage, I can send you away from Chengdu Mansion now."

"Hmph, what a loud tone!" Luo Zhen snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with Zhao Ding's words.

Zhao Ding turned a deaf ear to Luo Zhen's anger and still smiled at Li Jun: "Don't worry, no one can threaten you today. No one can stop a dying old man from going crazy."

After the old man said these words, the boxing ring suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone is waiting for Li Jun to make a decision.

Li Jun raised his head and looked around at Brother Muddy Waters Pao. He had not been in this world for a long time and was almost unfamiliar with these faces, but he was very familiar with the pair of fiery eyes.

The disciples of Pao Ge who exchanged their lives with the Japanese pirates for their lives in the warehouse also had this look in their eyes, the meaning of which is self-evident.

How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you?

"I'm going to fight, but I haven't killed enough people from the Sacrifice Sword Society."

Li Jun's answer was equally decisive.

Because he knew that if he chose to escape, even if Zhao Ding really sent him out of Chengdu Mansion, Kowloon Street would definitely be a river of blood today.

Many of these innocent muddy men will not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

And if Zhao Dou replaces Zhao Ding, he will also face the endless pursuit of the Brother Pao Society and the Sacrifice Sword Society.

"Okay!"

Zhao Ding took a deep look at Li Jun's resolute face, and once again couldn't help but glance at the crazy Zhao Dou with his peripheral vision. The sadness in his heart was temporarily blocked in his chest, making the old man's breathing quicken.

"Langren, the honor of the Sword Festival Society will be left to you."

Torizuka tilted his head slightly, and behind him, a Japanese pirate wearing a loose kimono stepped forward. He was the top name among the "Ten Nobles" of the Sword Festival Association.

"Whatever you are doing, you have to play with knives, right? I'll stick with you until the end!"

Kuang Qingyun cursed in a Shu accent. Under Li Jun's surprised eyes, he pulled out a long knife from his wide sleeves and threw it to him as if by magic.

"Killing Japanese pirates is best done with this thing."

Li Jun drew his sword out of its sheath, and a cold light flowed out from the sheath, followed by a clear and sonorous sound of the sword.

The handle of the knife is as long as an adult's forearm, and the blade is more than one meter long. The blue quenching lines spread down from the blade, and the sharpness of the blade makes people shudder.

When Li Jun saw this type of weapon for the first time, he couldn't help but wonder: "What kind of knife is this?"
Chapter completed!