"Well, but I think it's not that Pan Xianglong suddenly became a martial arts master, but that there is a very powerful master secretly helping him."
Hai Mingzhu's beautiful eyes flashed with the luster of wisdom and said with great certainty.
"Oh, then who do you think that master is?"
The old man asked with great interest.
"It must be those outsiders."
Hai Mingzhu said with great certainty.
"Why?"
The old man asked with the intention of testing him.
Hai Mingzhu's beautiful face showed a confident look: "Because all the martial artists in the whole Shu City are under my surveillance, only those outsiders with unknown origins, unknown identity, unknown strength, unknown identity, unknown origin, unknown strength, and even how they appeared in Shu City, I can't find out. So, if there is someone secretly helping Pan Xianglong, it must be those outsiders who can hide from my sight."
"Now that technology is so advanced, do those who can sneak into Shu City have to be martial artists?"
The old man asked.
"Not necessarily."
Hai Mingzhu bit her red lips and said firmly: "But grandpa once said that the unknown itself contains infinite possibilities, and in the restaurant where the conflict happened, there were no other martial artists, so I am sure that the people who helped Pan Xianglong must be these outsiders."
The old man said calmly: "Why must there be outsiders helping him? Is it possible that Pan Xianglong has been low-key and enduring all this time?"
Hai Mingzhu was stunned, lowered her head and thought for a moment. When she raised her head again, her face was full of confidence: "Impossible, if he has been enduring all this time, it means that he has fear in his heart. Even if he can't bear it anymore, he will not be so high-profile. This is not in line with the performance of a ninja."
The old man finally showed a satisfied smile: "My Mingzhu has really grown up, you can already take charge of things on your own."
"Haha, grandpa, then what should we do now?"
Hai Mingzhu smiled and then asked seriously.
"Don't do anything."
The old man's muddy old eyes flashed with wisdom and said lightly: "Just wait and see."
"Ah, why? The Wu family and the Wei family are conspiring to harm the Hai family. "
Hai Mingzhu was surprised and asked with a puzzled face.
"Although a strong dragon cannot suppress a snake in its territory, it is not that a fierce dragon cannot cross the river."
The old man did not answer her question directly, but said meaningfully.
Hai Mingzhu had long been accustomed to the way the old man spoke, so she did not continue to pursue the matter. Her eyes flickered with contemplation as she carefully savored the meaning contained in these words.
The pavilion in the middle of the lake once again fell into silence. The old man leisurely sipped his tea. He believed that with his granddaughter's intelligence, she would definitely understand the deeper meaning behind his words.
…
The Martial Gate, as the underground force that occupied half of the Shu Du city, was a terrible existence in the hearts of the Shu Du city locals.
They almost monopolized all the bars, guesthouses, baths, cafes, water bars, foot massage, KTV, underground gambling.
Gambling, internet cafes, gaming centers, and other entertainment industries that were tainted with a gray tone.
In short, the Shu Du City's entertainment industry had the shadow of the Martial Sect behind it. The leader of the Martial Sect, Third Master Wu, was also secretly called the Shu Du City's Entertainment Governor.
This meant that the Shu Du City's entertainment industry was under the control of Third Master Wu. Even the entertainment companies and film production and distribution companies were no exception. They either had shares in the Martial Sect, or they had to pay a large amount of protection fees to the Martial Sect every year. Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible for them to do anything in Shu Du City.
As a martial arts master, although Wu Shixun was already more than fifty years old, his vigorous vitality and strong physique still made him happy every night.
Tonight was no exception. While Wu Shixun was tossing and turning with a pair of beautiful sisters from an entertainment company, his phone suddenly rang.
Wu Shixun impatiently picked up the phone on the bedside table. When he saw the caller ID was Wu Shihai, he immediately got up from the beautiful sisters' white bodies. Ignoring the charming eyes of the beautiful sisters, he picked up the phone and went straight to the next room to answer the call.
Although he was very unhappy that his enjoyment was interrupted, he knew that since Wu Shihai dared to call him while he was enjoying the beautiful girls, there must be something urgent.
Sure enough, after he heard Wu Shihai's statement, Wu Shixun's desire immediately disappeared. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he coldly said: "I know, tell second brother, I will take care of this matter."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Shixun thought for a moment, then dialed a number: "Erlang, now I have something for you to do …"
"Yes, Third Master, I will immediately go and take care of it."
In a flashing neon bar, a burly man with a bare upper body and a peony pattern on his shoulders immediately said respectfully after receiving the phone call.
Erlang, originally named Wu Song, because he had the same name as Liangshan hero Wu Song, and also happened to be the second eldest in the family, so he was called Wu Erlang.
Although he was only a collateral descendant of the Wu family, he was born with divine strength and had a combat strength far beyond his realm. Together with the other gold medal fighter of the Martial Sect, Wu Tong, they were known as the Two Heroes of the Martial Sect. They were one of the most capable fighters of the Martial Sect.
In the past, when he was only in the Xuan Martial Realm, he had a valiant record of killing an expert in the Earth Martial Realm. Now that he had reached the True Martial Realm, even Wu Shixun was not very clear what kind of terrifying combat strength he had.
"Second brother, what's wrong? What's the matter? "
Seeing that Wu Erlang had hung up the phone, a group of lackeys who were hugging a young lady, shaking dice and drinking wine immediately stopped playing and asked.
"Yes, something happened to Young Master Wu. Ghostie, Ma Tou, you two come with me. The rest of you continue playing, we will be back soon."
Wu Erlang casually said to two of his lackeys.
Although Wu Shixun told him the whole story and reminded him to be careful and bring more experts with him, he did not take it to heart at all.
This was because whether it was Wei Mingyu or Wu Shihai's eldest disciple, they were all weak chickens that he could easily destroy. Even if that little bastard from the Pan family easily injured them, he was confident that he would not be a match for him.
"Alright, I haven't met a decent opponent for a long time. My bones are almost rusting."
Hearing this, Ghostie grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, and said sinisterly.
Just like his name, Ghostie had a pair of fierce triangular eyes, a flat nose, a garlic nose, and thick lips that turned outwards. His face was so ugly that it was simply too horrible to look at. Especially his mouth of crooked teeth, they were all sharp fangs. If he met him in a dark place, he would definitely think that he had seen a ghost.
"Hehe, you guys take your time playing. Ghostie and I will follow second brother to the sea to have fun."
Ma Tou said with a smile. He had a very long horse face and a punk hairstyle. From afar, it looked like a horse's mane. Ma Tou was definitely worthy of his nickname.
A group of underlings helplessly watched them follow behind Wu Erlang. Their faces were full of envy and jealousy. If they did not know that second brother's temperament had always been one to keep his word, they would definitely clamor to follow along. After all, with the prestige of the Martial Sect today, there were too few opportunities to make a move. Their hands had long been itching.
Don't be fooled by their fancy dressing, they were no different from ordinary punks. In fact, they were the most elite thugs of the Martial Sect. Moreover, all of them were martial artists. The weakest among them had the strength of the Human Martial Realm.
Some of them were collateral disciples of the Wu family, and some were rogue cultivators near Shu City. All of them had been conquered by the Wu family by force and were forcibly taken under their command.
If it was not for the fear of the thousand year old Hai family, the Wu family would have long unified the underground world of Shu City with this powerful force.
… …
The restaurant's door had long been broken. There was really no way to kick it. This made Wu Erlang feel slightly regretful. It seemed that if he did not kick the door, his appearance would be somewhat lacking.
"Second brother Wu, why did you come in person?"
Seeing Wu Song, Wu Hongying asked in surprise.
Although she was the Third Miss of the Wu family and Wu Song was only a collateral disciple of the Wu family, she still behaved very politely and even somewhat respectfully.
Not only because Wu Song was a fierce general under the command of her Third Uncle, his strength was extremely strong, but also because Wu Song had once given her pointers in cultivation.
"Third Miss, Third Master asked me to deal with this matter."
Wu Hongying was polite to him, but Wu Song did not dare to be arrogant. He was somewhat flattered and respectfully replied.
"Second brother Wu is here, I can rest assured."
Wu Hongying's heart was at ease. She was full of confidence in Wu Song. Her beautiful face was somewhat distorted. Pointing at Pan Xianglong with resentment, she said: "It's that little bastard. Not only did he injure Wu Ling and Young Master Wei, he also spoke arrogant words. He asked us to call people to come and deal with him together."
A cold light flashed in Wu Song's eyes. He glanced at Pan Xianglong with disdain and said indifferently: "Since he is tired of living, I will fulfill his wish. Ma Tou, Ghostie, you two go and kill him."
The onlookers shivered. This was the Wu family. They were arrogant and overbearing. They killed when they said they wanted to without any scruples.
Pan Xianglong looked calm on the surface, but his two legs under the table were trembling violently. A person's reputation was like a tree's shadow. He had long heard of Wu Erlang's fierce name. How could he not be afraid?
Ding Ning was a little disappointed. He thought he could catch a big fish, but he didn't expect that only a few minions came. It seemed that he had to hurt them.
"Boy, you dare to touch the young master of the Wu family and speak arrogant words. You are dead."
Ghostie grinned and said with a gloomy face. His feet forcefully stomped on the ground, and he grabbed towards Pan Xianglong's throat like a vengeful ghost.
"It is not your fault that you are ugly, but it is wrong for you to come out and scare people. Hurry up and go back to the furnace to be reforged."
Pan Xianglong saw his little girlfriend trembling in fear and immediately became angry. He did not hesitate to ridicule her according to Ding Ning's voice transmission. He sat there without moving and casually slapped Ghostie like he was chasing away a fly. Ghostie flew back and fell at Wu Song's feet. He opened his mouth and spat out a dozen blood-stained teeth.
Heh, speaking of which, after Ghostie's fangs were knocked out, he looked much better.
But Pan Xianglong did not even look at him. He grabbed with a backhand and pressed on the head of Ma Tou, who had sneaked around behind him to take out a cold dagger and wanted to sneak attack him. Pan Xianglong swung his arms and started to slap Ma Tou's face, slapping Ma Tou's face until it became a pig's head. Pan Xianglong was still scolding, "All of you are so ugly. How can I bring you out? Why does the Wu family accept such ugly things like you? Are they planning to let you disgust me to death? "
Wu Hongying and the others were so angry that their faces turned red. They clenched their fists tightly, but they did not even dare to say a word. They were afraid that Pan Xianglong would dislike them and they would follow in Ma Tou's footsteps. This guy was really too cruel. He did not put the Wu family in his eyes at all.
Wu Song's pupils contracted violently. For the first time, he began to take the little bastard of the Pan family seriously.
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He knew A Gui's and Horse-Head's strength the best. They were experts at the peak of the Heaven realm! But under Pan Xianglong's palm, their protective spiritual power didn't have the slightest bit of protection. How could he not be shocked?
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