"I don't think I need to tell you what the Gambling King's disciple is capable of. There are only so many good pieces of land. There's no point in us fighting to the death here. I'm telling you this news in the hopes that you'll make plans early." Boss Jin left after finishing his sentence.
Lu Tianxiong and Wei Hong remained where they were, staring at each other.
They were only there to take a look at the casino that day and familiarize themselves with its environment. After that, Lu Tianxiong brought Ye Lingchen back to their residence.
On the way back, Lu Tianxiong and Lu Hao's hearts were heavy and weighed down.
The competition this time was much bigger than they had imagined. At the same time, Wei Hong was right. The few pieces of land being auctioned this year were extremely important. The gambling competition this time was directly related to the future development of the Lu Group.
"Jin Heng really has a good plan. He wants us to team up against the Gambling King's disciple!" Lu Tianxiong quickly saw through Jin Heng's plan and sneered.
"Jin Heng came first in the last competition. The gambler he hired is a gambling expert from overseas. This time, he must have realized that we're going against him, so he leaked the news in advance," Lu Hao added.
If Jin Heng could tell them the news, he would naturally tell the others as well.
However, it was an overt plot. The others knew his intentions, but they had no choice but to go along with his plan. After all, the Gambling King's disciple put too much pressure on them.
Ye Lingchen did not pay any attention to the Lu father and son who were preoccupied with their own thoughts. He treated this trip as a vacation. As he walked, he took in the sights of Las Vegas' unique culture and culture. It was relaxing and relaxing.
"Grandmaster Ye, this is your room card. You can check in now." Lu Hao handed the room card to Ye Lingchen. When he saw Ye Lingchen's casual attitude, he could not help but sigh in his heart.
Now, they could only hope that Grandmaster Ye's gambling skills were really good.
When they thought about it, they were too impulsive to put all their hopes on Ye Lingchen.
"You guys go ahead. I'll walk around a bit more," Ye Lingchen said.
"Alright, Grandmaster Ye. I'll see you tomorrow morning." Lu Tianxiong had mixed feelings. He greeted Ye Lingchen and brought Lu Hao upstairs.
Ye Lingchen wandered around. It was not easy for him to come here, so he naturally would not treat himself badly.
There were many vendors along the street, selling all sorts of things. Ye Lingchen found a few restaurants with high ratings and tasted their delicacies, occasionally taking a few selfies.
Unknowingly, he had once again walked to the arched door of the casino.
The number of people here actually didn't decrease at all, but it was starting to become a little chaotic. Some gamblers had just come out of the casino, and it was obvious that they had suffered a crushing defeat. Their eyes were red, and their tempers were very bad.
There were also many drunkards cursing as they walked out of the casino.
Ye Lingchen shook his head. A casino was a casino after all. No matter how well it was managed, it was impossible to improve the quality of the gamblers.
At that time, the father and son who were performing Chinese martial arts had not left. However, they were no longer practicing martial arts. Instead, they were taking photos with some fans.
These fans also wanted to make use of the video and upload it on TikTok to make themselves popular.
There were still a lot of Chinese people, chatting and laughing. It was a lively scene.
Kacha!
Right then, accompanied by an extremely ear-piercing sound, the sign with the words "Chinese Kungfu" was kicked in half. The broken sign was thrown in front of the middle-aged man.
"F * ck! What's going on?! "
"Someone's here to challenge us?"
"F * ck, which idiot did this?"
Everyone looked at the sign. The words "Chinese Kungfu" were shattered. Their blood surged and they started cursing.
Bam!
Before anyone could react, another sign was erected in the original spot. On it were the words "Sick Man of East Asia"!
Looking up, they saw a man with a shaved head standing there coldly. His eyes were filled with violence and contempt.
The bald man was 1.75 meters tall. He was bare-chested and only wore a pair of white pants. His skin was tanned, but the muscles on his body were bulging. In the dark night, there was an oily sheen to them. He looked extremely powerful, like a bomb that could explode at any moment.
He was not tall, but he gave off the vibe of a ferocious tiger.
"Southeast Asian?"
"F * ck! Looking for trouble?! "
"Son of a b * tch, believe it or not, I'll beat you up until your mother can't recognize you!"
The words' Sick Man of East Asia 'were written in a glaring shade of red, piercing deeply into the hearts of all the Chinese people. That humiliation was a pain in the hearts of every Chinese person. At that moment, they felt as though someone had ripped open a wound and sprinkled salt on it!
Facing the crowd's anger, the crew-cut man half-squatted, got into a fighting stance, and waved at the crowd in provocation.
"You're asking for it!" Immediately, a burly man with a fiery temper charged at the bald man with a wine bottle in his hand. He raised the bottle high and smashed it down!
The Southeast Asian man swung his right leg and easily leaped into the air. His leg was as fast as lightning, directly kicking the wine bottle!
Bam!
The bottle shattered, and the wine spilled everywhere!
The next moment, he swung his tail again. His other leg was already placed on the side of the burly man's face, almost touching the man's skin!
With his strength, if that kick landed, even if the burly man did not die, all his teeth would be gone.
Gulp!
The burly man swallowed a mouthful of saliva in fear, his body trembling as he retreated.
The others held their breaths as well. Their faces turned slightly pale, and their voices gradually died down.
"Sick Man of East Asia!"
The Southeast Asian man curled his lips in disdain. He extended his finger and pointed at the crowd. Then, he pointed at the broken plaque of China Kungfu on the ground and shook his finger. "Chinese Kungfu can't even withstand a single blow!"
The commotion immediately attracted many people, and more and more people gathered around.
At that time, everyone was bored, so many people joined in the fun.
As most of them were foreigners, when they saw the situation, they laughed mockingly and pointed at the Chinese.
The title of "Sick Man of East Asia" was used by the entire world to mock the Chinese. It had been worn for too many years.
Although China had been growing stronger in recent years, and Chinese Kungfu had gradually spread to the world, in the hearts of most foreigners, China was still the weak China of the past.
"I've always found you guys an eyesore. Showing off Chinese Kungfu here every day is just a scam! You don't deserve to be here. The so-called Chinese Kungfu can only be used in your own country. Don't come out and embarrass yourself! "The Southeast Asian man stared coldly at the middle-aged man.
"Duel! Duel! Duel! "
The onlookers were already shouting, their eyes filled with excitement.
"I practice Muay Thai. You won't last more than three moves against me! Do you dare to accept my challenge? Sick man of East Asia! "
"Sick man of East Asia! Sick man of East Asia! Sick man of East Asia! "
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