Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 104: Decision-making, Chen Tianlai,
The audience in the audience was in an uproar. They could clearly see that Ruan Wenhao's wrist joint had been violently broken by Li An.The palms were drooped, forming a strange angle with the arms!

What kind of strength Ruan Wenhao is, these spectators are regular visitors to the boxing ring and have watched Ruan Wenhao's many boxing matches, so they naturally know it clearly.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have rushed to bet on him to win, but the current scene seemed to have broken their fantasy of betting on the favorites, and they couldn't help but grit their teeth for a while.

On the contrary, those who are not popular among Zhong Yi are all very happy.

The two people on the stage naturally had no intention of paying attention to the various behaviors of the audience.

Ruan Wenhao was brave enough at the moment when his wrist was broken.He twisted his waist, turned sideways, and raised his hand all at once, and his intact left hand poked Li An directly in the eye!

Li An let go of his hands and leaned back, barely avoiding the fingers in front of him.

Ruan Wenhao seized the opportunity and took the opportunity to duck and retreat until he was close to the edge of the ring, putting enough distance between him and Li An.

Cold sweat the size of a bean fell down!Ruan Wenhao lowered his right hand, and the severe pain made him pale.

But the expression on his face was still cold.

He glanced at his hanging right hand, raised his eyes and stared at Li An who was forcing him over, with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

Li An rushed forward on muddy steps and hit Ruan Wenhao's blocking elbow with his left hand firmly. But before he could slash down with his right hand, something unexpected by Li An happened.

Ruan Wenhao, who blocked Li An's punch, seemed to be unable to hold on, and his body couldn't help but retreat.

One step, two steps and three steps!

Just when he took the third step back, Ruan Wenhao, who was already on the edge of the ring, suddenly stepped on the air with his back foot, staggered, and fell off the ring.

In the boxing ring, Li An looked down at Ruan Wenhao who fell to the ground.

Ruan Wenhao looked at Ang Lee expressionlessly, with no look of disappointment on his face at all, as if falling off the ring was more expected.

After Li An thought about it for a while, he roughly understood what Ruan Wenhao was thinking.

He couldn't help but chuckle:
"He is quite decisive."

Yes, there are no fools in this world.

Putting aside some hot-headed bad guys, they are all people who have lived for decades, and none of them have any eyesight.

Even Guili Huang, after knowing Zhou Sheng's identity, lowered his attitude towards Li An and took money to apologize.What's more, is it Ruan Wenhao who has experienced war after almost death?
Even with his hands intact, Ruan Wenhao is at a disadvantage in the boxing ring.

Now that he has lost one hand, or his right hand, and in a situation where he must lose, if he doesn't admit defeat, he will only be beaten to death in the ring by Ang Lee.

It would be better to take advantage of this opportunity and be knocked out of the ring by Ang Lee.

The appearance fee is not nothing if you lose, it’s just a little less.

Just for the extra hundred dollars, there is no need to risk your life.

"The winner of this boxing match is Ang Lee!"

As the host announced the results of the game, Ma Jingsheng, who was sitting in the stands on the second floor, suddenly glowed.

Naifeng looked away from Li An, turned to look at Ma Jingsheng, and asked casually:
"This boxer named Li An is pretty good. Why don't you let him fight Long Chenghu?"

"He has only been here two days, and he does not have the reputation of Master Naifeng. How can a new blood be qualified to fight against Long Chenghu?"

Ma Jingsheng's expression remained unchanged and he laughed and laughed.

Of course, this is just a scene.

In fact, his original plan was to wait for Ruan Wenhao to play two more games, and then arrange for him to fight Long Chenghu once the popularity was high enough.That way, the bet won’t be one-sided.

If the odds are manipulated again, there is no need to talk about winning, and everyone will be happy.Even if Ruan Wenhao loses, the boxing ring does not have to pay too much.If the odds are low enough, you might be able to make a small profit.

But Ruan Wenhao, who he had high hopes for, was knocked out of the ring by Ang Lee when they met. Ma Jingsheng naturally had the idea of ​​​​arranging a fight between Ang Lee and Long Chenghu, but Ang Lee's background made him quite For headache.

The rules of the boxing ring are that once you get on the ring, you are responsible for life and death.

Li An volunteered to take the stage, but was beaten to death. Sanjiang Shui was naturally speechless.

But if he forces Li An to come to power, even if Li An doesn't agree, Sanjiang Shui will definitely cause trouble for him if something goes wrong.

Regarding Ma Jingsheng's words, Naifeng was noncommittal.He smiled and said:
"In the underground boxing ring, it wasn't you who arranged for the boxers to come on stage."

Ma Jingsheng opened his mouth and said without blinking:

"You are right, but the boxing ring also has to make money. There is a huge difference in popularity between the two, and the risks taken by the boxing ring are too great. I have no confidence in Ang Lee."

"I understand what you mean."

Naifeng didn't doubt that he was there.

"Of course," Ma Jingsheng changed the subject: "If Master Naifeng is interested, I can arrange a fight between you and Ang Lee."

Naifeng did not agree immediately, but said vaguely: "Let's talk about it later."

Ang Lee walked off the ring and walked along the corridor.

At this time, the old man sitting on the edge of the stands suddenly said:
"Afterlife."

Li An stopped and looked at the old man: "Old man, what's wrong with me?"

The old man pointed to the empty seat next to him: "Nothing, I just want to have a casual chat with you."

".OK."

Li An looked at the old man for a while, but did not refuse and sat next to the old man.

"Old man, you are so old and you still come over to watch boxing?"

"Come and take a look."

The old man replied casually and said with admiration:

"Young students are doing well. Mojiaquan's volleying double kicks, Baguazhang's Zixu passed the test, and Bajiquan's fierce tiger climbed up the mountain and wrapped the silk."

He paused and asked again:

"A handyman?"

Li An nodded and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "I seem to be very knowledgeable about traditional martial arts?"

The old man looked at Li An with a smile.

"I started practicing martial arts when I was ten years old. I am 68 years old this year and have been in the martial arts world for most of my life. Do you think I have any research on traditional martial arts?"

Li An said with a smile: "No wonder the senior can recognize the double volley kick and Zixu's pass at a glance, and can also call out the moves of the tiger climbing the mountain and the big silk winding. It seems that you also know the martial arts of the north."

"Before the Republic of China, there were very few exchanges between the martial arts circles between the north and the south. It was not until 1929 that Li Jishen established the Guangdong and Guangxi Martial Arts Center in Guangzhou, and at the same time invited northern boxers to go south to take charge of the overall situation. The exchange of martial arts between the north and the south was the first of its kind."

"My ancestral home is Foshan, and I happened to meet him, so my knowledge was gained at that time. Fifteen years ago, I met two Bajiquan masters in Chengzhai by chance, so I also know something about Bajiquan."

The old man said so.

The Republic of China was the golden age of martial arts, and the exchange of martial arts between the north and the south was gradually pushed onto the historical stage.

During the old man's explanation, a picture of the times slowly unfolded in front of Li An.

Ang Lee seems to be able to feel the persistence of these older generation boxers in the path of martial arts, and the invisible and intangible blood connections behind the inheritance of martial arts.

The old man looked at Li An and said seriously:
"You are the most talented young man I have seen in recent years. You can achieve such skills at a young age. However, if you bite off more than you can chew, you may not be able to become a grandmaster as long as you calm down."

"Ashamed!"

Li An clasped his fists.

The old man in front of him knew the situation in the martial arts world so clearly. He also knew Duan Tongtian and Chao Mengshan for 15 years. He should be the owner of a large martial arts gym in Hong Kong.

The other party seemed to have some pointers for me.
Li An pondered for a while and asked: "After chatting for so long, I still don't know what to call me?" "Me."

The old man smiled heartily: "You should know Wang Yunwu. My surname is Wang, my name is Wang Tianlai, and I am Wang Yunwu's master."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ruttonjee Hospital in Wan Chai.

In the single ward of the hospital, Mr. Hei Yasheng, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes. The strong smell of disinfectant penetrated his nose, making him frown.

The two forty-nine people who were in the ward quickly stepped forward.

"Brother Sheng, are you finally awake?"

However, Hei Yasheng couldn't hear clearly and felt a buzzing in his right ear.

He touched the gauze on his head.

Hissed.He grinned in pain and couldn't help but said angrily:
"Whatever you two bastards are talking about, just don't speak louder!"

The two forty-nine men looked at each other, and one of them shouted loudly: "Brother Sheng, do you hear me clearly now?"

The buzzing in Hei Yasheng's ears still made it difficult for him to hear clearly, and he shouted with an ugly face:

"Can't hear you? Hurry up and call the doctor over."

"okay."

The two Sijiu seemed a little panicked when they heard this. The Sijiu who spoke quickly responded and ran out of the ward.

Not long after he left, the ward door was pushed open.

A man in his fifties, wearing a cardigan with a conspicuous scar on his neck, walked in, followed by two expressionless men.

"Master Xiong!"

Sijiu stood up quickly.

As soon as Hei Yasheng saw the man, he couldn't help but choked up and said, "Uncle, I'm deaf and can't hear."

When the man known as Mr. Xiong heard this, his expression suddenly darkened.

He stared at Sijiu with his eyes:
"Tell me, what's going on?"

Sijiu swallowed subconsciously, looked at Mr. Xiong carefully, and said hesitantly:
"Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng was injured by Li An's men while fighting for territory on the dock."

Master Xiong's face darkened: "The eldest brother was injured, how come you, the younger one, were not injured at all?"

Sijiu was frightened.

"Today, four foremen were taken away by the police on the dock. Brother Sheng originally wanted to take over the territory of Mao Shirong and Liang Bao, but he had a conflict with Wu Shihao under Ang Lee. The other party had a large number of people, so many brothers were injured. .

It’s really none of my business, Mr. Xiong!I was busy with things on the dock. When we rushed over, more than 20 brothers had been knocked down, and Brother Sheng was also unconscious on the dock.

We had no choice but to send Brother Sheng and the injured brothers to the hospital first. "

"okay."

Master Xiong waved his hands impatiently, frowned, and asked him:

"Who is this Li An you are talking about? Where is he from?"

"Master Xiong, he is not a gangster. People on the dock say he is from Sanjiangshui. And his relationship with the policeman is not ordinary." Sijiu responded quickly.

At this time, the ward door was pushed open again.

Sijiu walked in with a ghost guy in a white coat.

"Master Xiong!"

Mr. Xiong hummed and turned to look at Dr. Guilao.

Gui Lao glanced at the people in the ward, his eyes rested on Mr. Xiong, who looked unhappy, and asked in awkward Chinese:

"Are you a family member of the patient?"

When Master Xiong saw that he was a ghost, his tone was quite polite and he did not get angry. He asked in a deep voice:

"Doctor, my nephew says he can't hear? What's going on?"

Gui Lao opened the case in his hand and looked at it for a while.He coughed, cleared his throat and said:
"Your nephew was hit by gravity at the base of his right ear. It is normal for him to be deaf in his right ear. Moreover, he has a second-degree concussion. This is a serious condition and usually results in a temporary loss of consciousness, accompanied by headache, nausea, Tinnitus, vomiting and other symptoms”

Everyone was a little dizzy after hearing this, and Master Xiong couldn't help but interrupt:
"Hey, doctor, I don't understand what kind of concussion you're talking about. Just tell me when my nephew's ears will heal."

Being interrupted unceremoniously, a trace of displeasure clearly flashed in Gui Lao's eyes.

However, out of basic ethics as a doctor, he still said:
"We have taken X-rays of the patient, and there is no fracture in his skull. After being kept in the hospital for observation for a few days, his condition will improve. We cannot guarantee whether there will be any sequelae. However, it is certain that his hearing will be affected."

"You mean he will be deaf in the future?" Mr. Xiong asked quickly.

Gui Lao responded impatiently: "Sir, I didn't say that. I just said that he is deaf in his right ear. Compared with normal people, his hearing will be affected. I didn't say that he was deaf."

Master Xiong suddenly felt relieved and was about to ask something, but Gui Lao waved his hand:

"Sorry, I've already said what I need to say. I have other patients, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, he turned around and left without even looking at Mr. Xiong.

Mr. Xiong swallowed the words on his lips and cursed with an ugly face: "I'll attack you, you foreign devil! You can't even speak clearly."

Hei Yasheng, who was lying on the bed, looked at Mr. Xiong.

"Uncle."

"nothing."

Mr. Xiong just gave Hei Yasheng a reassuring look and turned to look at the two forty-nine people in the ward:
"Watch your birth brother carefully. If anything happens to you, I will skin you."

"I understand, Mr. Xiong."

After walking out of the ward, some of Xiong Ye's old age dissipated.

Ang Lee!

He has three rivers of water behind him, dude, so what?
He is just a nephew, and now he is deaf in his right ear due to a beating. He has to talk about it no matter what. He can't just let it go.

According to the rules of the world, at the very least, the person who did it must be handed over.

Mr. Xiong lit a cigarette and his face became serious.

"Sir, you are not allowed to smoke in the hospital." A nurse wearing white rubber-soled shoes came over.

Mr. Xiong glared at the nurse, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and walked forward along the corridor with the two boys.

"Sir, you can't smoke here, sir."

The nurse hurriedly took two steps and spoke again.

"go away."

One of the horse boys pushed her, and the nurse staggered back and almost fell.When she saw the man in front of her staring at her with an unkind expression, she immediately hesitated to say anything.

Ma Zai then turned around and followed Mr. Xiong.

"Master Xiong?"

"You two go borrow someone."

(End of this chapter)