I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 201 Competition Promotion in Progress

"You go."

Lin Xi took the initiative to say that facing Bison who could be controlled by him at any time, it would be good to have one more tool man, but that would be a bit beyond his bottom line. Using mental hypnosis to control others was really too bad. When using it on bad guys, it didn't matter how dirty the means were, but if he got used to using mental hypnosis to solve all problems, sooner or later he would break the bottom line.

At the very least, he had no confidence in his ability to resist temptation, so it would be better for him not to use it in the first place.

What's more, the black man in front of him has worked with Vega for so long, who knows if this guy has any other tricks in his body.

Bison had no idea what tragic end he had just narrowly escaped. He just groaned, turned around and left without saying goodbye.

Lin Xi put his hand on his chest. The cultivation of his spiritual power and the exploration of the world of consciousness always made him feel like he was in an unreal dream. He sighed silently and suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart. The promotion of the Hong Kong Fighting Conference had already begun, and he would have to go to the TV station to shoot a short film to cooperate with the promotion. He was already busy enough in reality, so where did he have the time to be sad here?

With a self-deprecating smile, he asked the police to pay close attention to the Thai fighting exchange delegation, and then took a taxi to the TV station.

The director had been waiting at the entrance of the TV station for a long time. When he saw him getting off the car from a distance, he took the initiative to greet him and explained the filming matters in a friendly tone. There was nothing he could do as the man in front of him was both the investor and a well-known fighter and he could not afford to offend him.

Lin Xi had the experience of attending an award ceremony in Japan last time, and could understand a little bit the role played by these directors. Any program that appeared on TV needed to be supervised by a director. Only by being deliberate could the emotions be heightened and the corresponding purpose be achieved.

The promotional video that required his participation did not require any acting skills. He just stood in front of the green screen with a handsome pose throughout the whole process. When the director told him to change through the headset, he would switch to the next pose designed by others. He looked down at the camera with a stern devil look on his face, but his thoughts in his head had already started to party.

[If you don’t have to worry about dirty things like unspoken rules, being a star is not bad]

[Iori Yagami and Athena Asamiya will be very popular in the future, and the trio of Nanakasha and the wandering band are also very cool]

[By the way, if I fight, should I also play some background music or something…]

For some reason, the melody of the classic Vietnam War song "Fortunate Son" was ringing in Lin Xi's head, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

"That's it!" The director slapped his thigh, looking at the fighter whose face had three parts of smile, three parts of sarcasm, three parts of indifference, and ninety-one parts of coldness, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Sure enough, fighters are born to be suitable for the entertainment industry. If everyone were a fighter..." He couldn't help but began to fantasize about the scene of himself directing a group of fighters to film a movie.

The female assistant, whose white and tender thighs were slapped so hard that they hurt, could only endure the pain and give an agreeing smile.

After the pleasant filming was completed, Lin Xi declined the director's invitation for follow-up cooperation and dinner, and left the TV station alone. On the way home, he received a call from the police station, saying that support from the other side had arrived and they wanted to meet him tomorrow morning.

He readily agreed and set the meeting place at a teahouse where he often went for morning tea. He was a little curious whether the fighter who came to support him would be a familiar fighter or a complete stranger.
Am looking forward to.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Lin Xi returned home. In the living room, Lin Yu fell asleep on the table. He quietly went to the kitchen. Well, there was still food hot in the pot, so he stood in the kitchen and filled his stomach.

When she was almost done eating, Lin Yu rubbed her eyes and came to the kitchen, holding up a sign saying, "I want to participate in the competition, too!" She even added an exclamation mark to prove her determination.

Before, Yuan had forbidden her to participate in any fighting competitions. The killing intent fluctuations could easily be awakened in a life-and-death fight. Her mental age was too young, and her spiritual cultivation was insufficient, so she was most likely to fall directly into the Shura path controlled by the killing intent fluctuations.

As a fighter, she is still young, so she still wants to compete with others and show off the results of her hard work. "Haha." Lin Xi took a bite of the ribs, spit out the smooth bones, looked at the little guy a little funny, and said while chewing: "If you want to participate, just go and sign up." He didn't care. Yuan told him before leaving that Lin Yu's assassination boxing skills were progressing well, and there was a secret technique that could dispel the fluctuations of murderous intent. It would be okay to properly train fighting experience, and the more powerful you feel, the easier it will be to overcome the obstacles in your heart, and the faster you will recover your language ability.

He had guessed that the little guy could endure it for a week, but he didn't expect that he couldn't stand it after two days.

【Great! 】

Lin Yu skipped away waving the sign.

"Delicious steamed pork ribs with rice flour." Lin Xi looked at the empty plate with a reluctant look, and reached for other dishes with her chopsticks.
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South Korea, Busan Prison, Special Supervision Room, Corridor.

【…Registration for the Hong Kong Fighting Tournament is now open! 】

"Hey, I heard that there's going to be another fighting competition in Hong Kong Island." Prison Guard A said casually while turning on his radio.

Prison guard B, who was testing his rifle with live ammunition, said disdainfully, "These are just games played by small places for self-entertainment. They are not as powerful as our Taekwondo. Inside—"

"Squeak~Crack" the thick iron door made a twisting sound that made your teeth ache.

"Boom!" The iron door exploded and embedded itself into the wall. The blond man in prison clothes, handcuffs and anklets touched his hair and laughed heartily: "Did you just talk about fighting competitions--"

"right?"

"Da da da!" Prison Guard B opened fire without hesitation. All the prisoners sent here were fighters without exception. If he didn't strike first, he and his colleagues would be killed instantly by the time the other side reacted.

"Ding ding ding~" The steel bracelet swung and knocked the bullets away. The blond man dodged and knocked out two prison guards with a light knife.

He reached out and picked up the radio that had fallen to the ground with a rustling sound, twisted it back and forth, and quickly found the previous English broadcast.

[…There are still ten days left before the registration for the Hong Kong Fighting Tournament. Don’t miss this opportunity. Shashasha]

"Buzz~Buzz~Buzz~" The alarm on the ceiling was sounding loudly, the signal was isolated, and the radio became a decoration on the spot.

"Mr. Cody Travers, please do not leave your cell without permission, or we will consider you a suspect of escaping from prison, which will..."

"Boom!"

Cody turned his neck, raised his foot and picked up a stone to smash the loudspeaker and surveillance camera, with a fanatical smile on his face:

"Hong Kong Fighting Tournament?"

Cody, one of the protagonists of Street Fighter, is here
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