Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night

Chapter 36 Note
  "Fisting intention? How is it possible? How is it possible for a person who has just achieved the level of Black Tiger Fist to exert punching intention? Are you sure you read it correctly?"

The manager was walking in a hurry, with a frosty look on his face. Coach Li beside him was asking the man in black next to him.

"Coach, Mr. Song was watching the battle in the box at that time. Mr. Song ordered and announced the result!"

Although the man in black was talking to Coach Li, his eyes kept glancing at the manager.

"Mr. Song supervises the rules. Now that he has spoken, I naturally have no objection here. This fist intention is really unbelievable. The person is already dead?"

"It's penetrated through the chest, all the blood has flowed out, he's dead!"

"Oh, what a pity!"

Several people walked quickly to a room. The man in black consciously stopped outside the door. The manager and Coach Li pushed the door open and entered.

Old Man Song was writing documents at his desk inside. When he saw the two people entering, he immediately stood up.

"Maintendent! Coach!"

"Mr. Song!"

When the three of them greeted each other, the steward asked, "Sir, were you present during the fight to the death?"

"Haha, that's right. I wanted to take a look at Lu Hu, but I didn't expect to get such an unexpected harvest. What a feast for the eyes!"

"Mr. Song, this is completely unreasonable. Isn't it true that the fist spirit can only be refined after a boxing technique has been cultivated to perfection? That high mountain is just the realm of Xiaocheng, which is far different!" Coach Li still found it difficult to accept.

"Eruptions of potential and breakthroughs in battle are rare, not impossible, especially for martial arts geniuses!"

Old Man Song smiled and stroked the goatee on his chin with his hand.

"Moreover, the Black Tiger Fist is originally a shortened version of the Tiger Fist. The essence of it is the word "sha". Previously, Lu Hu could condense the evil spirit. The ghost pill is one aspect, and the Black Tiger Fist is also another aspect."

"It's a pity that such a talented young man was beaten to death by Lu Hu!" The manager looked regretful.

"Yes and no. Even if Lu Hu didn't punch his chest, his mountain background is still too poor. If he burns himself and sublimates himself to the extreme, he won't be able to survive for long after that punch!"

After all, Old Man Song had seen the whole process. With his eyesight, he might have a clearer understanding of what happened on the death duel stage than Lu Hu, the person involved.

"This kind of person and this kind of thing are indeed worth making an exception for us. But this time I came to Mr. Song not just for his fist. After all, the man is dead. I received the document from above and wanted to transfer Lu Hu. Mr. Song should have known about it earlier than me, right?"

The manager stared at Old Man Song, "Mr. Song, I have been the manager in this D-level death arena for some years. I have always acted according to the rules, but now someone suddenly wants to transfer Lu Hu.

If it were a normal paperwork order, that would be fine. I would abide by it of course. Now a piece of paper is delivered. It only has the time on it, not even the location or signature. What does this mean?
  I think Mr. Song has great supernatural powers. Since someone can put this note on my desk, Mr. Song will naturally notice it, so I am here to ask Mr. Song! "

The steward spoke very slowly, but for some reason, as he spoke, the temperature in the room gradually dropped, and the air became extremely heavy, as if it was about to solidify.

He has been running the Death Arena for many years, and this year he wants to take another step forward. He has a good talent like Lu Hu here, and it would be a great achievement if he reported it normally. Now someone is using this method to get people from him. This is not true. Is it just to smoke his ladder?

Coach Li on the side looked at the manager in surprise, and then took half a step back.

He has nothing to do with this and there is no need to get involved.

"Hahaha!" Old Man Song's expression remained unchanged, and he chuckled, immediately dispelling the heavy atmosphere.

"I wonder if the general manager has heard about the experiment at the headquarters ten years ago?" Old Man Song did not answer directly, but instead brought up an old incident. "Huh?" The manager frowned, as if a bad memory came to mind, "We made such a big noise back then and were boycotted by all parties. Weren't we already ordered to ban it?"

"At this moment, at that moment, think of the north, and then think of the south, martial arts can only prolong life!"

"Don't tell me!" The manager's eyes suddenly widened.

"Silence! Manager, if you think about it in your head and no one cares about it, if you speak out, trouble will come!" Old Man Song interrupted in time.

"Then say what you can!" The manager still refused to give up. His words were so vague and ambiguous, so he wanted to pressure people?
  Who knows if this is a flagrant exercise?
  "Okay, let me tell you something. Elder Sun's youngest son, Young Master Qingchen, will come to Qingzhou soon to take over the position of the helmsman of Qingzhou. Young Master Sun is a heroic young man who acts vigorously and resolutely at the headquarters. This time, he is even more so. When we arrive, the instructions have already arrived, and people above are already cooperating.”

"Impossible, such a big thing, my side. And even if Mr. Sun has not officially taken office, how can it be possible?" The manager paused when he said this, and suddenly thought of something.

"It's precisely because I haven't taken office yet that I have the opportunity to show off! Since we have to show off, the fewer people who know about it, the better!
  Manager, if we didn't have a person here who could swallow ghost pills and survive, how would it be our turn to know this news?
  You should be happy now! "

Supervisors are sent from the headquarters to supervise local Senluo associations. The system is vertical and there are small circles within, so they are the most well-informed.

So now after listening to Old Man Song's words, the manager is 80% convinced.

The originally sullen face immediately burst into a smile, "Hahaha, Mr. Song is indeed very powerful and well-informed. In that case, of course I will do as you are told. Okay, it's okay, I won't disturb Mr. Song anymore."

The manager smiled and turned away, stopping at the door. "By the way, I'm a timid person. There are always things coming out of the desk, and my heart can't stand it."

"Coach Li, on the internal patrol, hold on tight, don't let these dead fighters find a chance to escape!"

After hearing this, Old Man Song said to Coach Li.

"Don't worry, you two, I will arrange a few more patrol teams today!"

The manager came out of Old Man Song's room with a smile and went all the way back to his room.

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared and became extremely gloomy. He sat in front of the desk and pressed his hand under the desk, and a hidden grid immediately popped up.

There was only a note inside.

He took out the note and there was a line of small words on it.

"Three days later, at midnight, place Lu Hu on the black carriage at the west gate."

The steward looked at the note and sneered.

Then he pinched his hand, and a note appeared behind it.

"Lu Hu, kill!"

The note received by the manager turned out to be two copies!
  "My study is really lively now! The first one should be sent by Old Man Song. Who could this second one be? Is it Coach Li who has been pretending to be stupid? If it is him, then the one behind him Who could this person be? Dare to challenge Elder Sun in the ring?"

The two notes turned into balls of fire in the candlelight and were slowly rubbed in the hands of the steward.

The tongues of fire danced, but under his rubbing, they did not burn his skin at all!

"How should I handle myself?"

(End of this chapter)