Zuo Zhicheng naturally didn't know about the man-made shipwreck thousands of kilometers away. At this moment, he was walking helplessly in an alley.
Twenty meters behind him, Jiang Qing was hiding in a corner like a monkey.
'So … she's still suspicious …'
Indeed, Jiang Qing didn't have any suspicions at first. However, as time passed, she recalled the strength and calmness that Zuo Zhicheng had displayed at the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, and the sudden appearance of Gui Quan and Blood Rakshasa.
Although she didn't directly suspect that Zuo Zhicheng was Gui Quan, Jiang Qing still felt suspicious.
Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng, who was walking alone in the alley, felt helpless. This was the fifth time this month that she had followed him. He couldn't bear to look at her amateur level.
'But it's not good to expose her like this …' Zuo Zhicheng thought. 'But if I let her continue to follow me, I won't be able to do many things.'
Just as he was thinking about whether he could use the terrain or the crowd to shake her off, a loud sound came from behind Zuo Zhicheng.
In a situation where even ordinary people would turn around to look, Zuo Zhicheng had no choice but to turn around.
He looked at Jiang Qing, who was more than ten meters away, with a face full of surprise. More than ten bamboo poles were lying on the ground. He said, "Senior? Why are you here? "
"Er …" Jiang Qing blushed and said casually, "I'm just walking around. Why are you here? Didn't you go home with Xiao Lan? "
"I'm going to buy some food for supper."
"You only know how to eat. It's so late and you're still eating supper. Aren't you afraid of getting fat? You're not allowed to eat." Jiang Qing ignored Zuo Zhicheng's reply. Jiang Qing said, "Don't forget about the year-end competition. You have to prepare well and stay in shape!"
What followed was like a chanting process. Most of the time, Jiang Qing was talking and Zuo Zhicheng was nodding. They were all about the Martial Club Competition.
The so-called competition was an activity held after the establishment of the Wushu associations. The purpose of the competition was to promote the spirit of martial arts and promote martial arts culture. After all, more than 30 outstanding students had died in the battle at the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club. The purpose of this competition was to expand the influence of the various martial arts centers and recruit more students to practice martial arts.
Of course, there would be all kinds of performances on the day of the year-end competition.
Although the purpose of the competition was to promote martial arts culture and expand the influence of the Wushu associations, according to Zuo Zhicheng's investigation, there was a hidden purpose of the competition. It was nothing more than ranking the positions of the various martial arts centers in the association.
This was also an unavoidable thing when a group of martial arts practitioners met.
Although this kind of competition and ranking was meaningless to Zuo Zhicheng, Jiang Tianzheng still signed him up. Speaking of which, it was also to increase his actual combat experience and to have more experience in comparing notes with other dojos.
"There's still half a year before the competition starts." Jiang Qing said, "Although you've improved a lot recently, don't underestimate the other martial arts centers. You have to seize the time to practice more. Also, don't eat anything, especially supper. It's not good for your health. Do you hear me?"
"Okay." Zuo Zhicheng replied casually. Although he seemed indifferent, Zuo Zhicheng could feel the concern hidden in his words. It seemed that ever since the incident at the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, he had truly regarded him as his junior.
But in this way, too much concern for Zuo Zhicheng would also cause extra trouble, just like now.
On the other hand, seeing Zuo Zhicheng's absent-minded look, Jiang Qing was so angry that her teeth itched. Although this guy had improved a lot recently, and no one in the martial arts centers could beat him except for her and her father, the other martial arts centers were not as big as the Haoran Martial Arts Center.
Especially the big martial arts centers like the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, the Yanwu Hall, and the New Land Boxing Club. Many of the students there had been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, and their skills were better than hers. Although many outstanding students had died in the incident at the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, many of the remaining students were impossible for Zuo Zhicheng to defeat.
Moreover, in order to make up for their losses, the big martial arts centers had recruited many students, many of whom were talented. Although half a year was not a long time, it was enough for him to learn a lot.
According to Jiang Qing's estimation, if Zuo Zhicheng could make it to the top twenty in the ranking of the martial arts center competition, it would be very, very impressive. Unfortunately, he had broken his ribs two months ago, which had wasted a lot of his practice time.
However, if he really was … maybe … no, he would definitely be the champion.
However, Jiang Qing looked back and saw Zuo Zhicheng's absent-minded look and his thin shoulders. She immediately shook her head and threw the unbelievable possibility out of her mind.
Just as Jiang Qing and Zuo Zhicheng walked out of the alley and were about to part ways, a scream rang out.
"Someone is in danger!" Jiang Qing heard the scream and rushed over without hesitation.
Zuo Zhicheng looked at her back and shrugged helplessly.
When Zuo Zhicheng arrived, Jiang Qing had already kicked a dark and short man to the ground.
"Miss, are you okay?" Hearing Jiang Qing's words, the man lowered his head and said that he was fine, then quickly walked away without looking back. Jiang Qing still wanted to say something, but the man was already far away.
However, the man who was kicked to the ground had already gotten up, and his dark face showed a trace of ruthlessness. "Woman, who told you to meddle in other people's business?"
"Hmph." Jiang Qing raised her fist. "What? You want to be beaten? Come with me to the government! "
"Zuo Zhicheng, you're here? Stop him! "
The short man looked at Jiang Qing and then looked at Zuo Zhicheng who was walking over. Thinking of how he was knocked down by Jiang Qing with just a few punches and kicks, he pointed at Jiang Qing and said, "You guys are lucky. I'm too lazy to argue with you guys today."
"Trying to escape?" Jiang Qing rushed over. Seeing that the man was running, she picked up a stone by her feet and threw it at him. She had been practicing martial arts for many years, and her strength was almost stronger than that of an adult man. This time, the man was hit directly on the back. He immediately cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Zuo Zhicheng helplessly watched as Jiang Qing beat up the short man in front of her. Suddenly, he turned his head. In that direction, more than 20 men with dark skin rushed over.
Seeing the appearance of these people and the man under Jiang Qing's feet, Zuo Zhicheng reacted. "Western Indians?" This was a native race of the New World.
However, compared to the slender and beautiful Newmen, the Western Indians were short, dark, greedy, stupid, and lazy. They belonged to the bottom of the hierarchy in the colony and were often involved in swindling jobs.
Seeing more than 20 people rushing over, Zuo Zhicheng turned to Jiang Qing and said, "Senior, his companions seem to be here to help."
"So many people!" Jiang Qing looked up. "Why are you still looking like a fool? Hurry up and run! "
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