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Chapter 34 I am simply the child of destiny!

"Grandpa! Don't take this thing! It's too dangerous!"

"I'm not your grandfather! You're not my granddaughter! Let go!"

"Grandpa! Calm down..."

"I'm not your grandpa either!"

"Master! Give it to me quickly."

"Go away! I am not your master! I don't have a disciple like you..."

Los Angeles.

In a hotel near Dafei Fighting Gym.

A young girl is fighting with an old man for the ownership of an electric drill.

“Xiao Guanguan! You can’t stop me today!” Chen Banxian’s face was grim: “If Xiao Yu is not killed, there will never be peace in our Federation!”

"Stop messing around, Master... Hurry and give it to me..."

finally.

With the advantage of physical fitness.

Xiao Guanguan won the "tug of war" and took the electric drill.

"Okay, okay. You really have grown wings, huh?"

Sitting on the bed, Chen Banxian was so angry that his face turned red: "When my daughter married Xiao Yu's father, I said that there were no good people in the Xiao family! They were rotten from the root! How is it now? It all came true, right?!"

"Grandpa." Putting away the electric drill, Xiao Guanguan pursed his lips and said, "It has already happened. It's useless for you to be angry. It will only make you sick."

"I'm not your grandpa! The sooner I die, the better! Go see my daughter sooner!"

He closed his eyes and tried to suppress his excitement. Chen Banxian's lips trembled: "How dare he... How dare Xiao Yu, this beast... How dare he make such a big fuss?"

"Grandpa, maybe it's not that serious."

"It's not serious yet? He's almost wanted! Come on!" Chen Banxian took out his phone, tremblingly clicked on the Slow Hand app, entered the homepage of "Wendaomen·Xiao Yu", pointed at the number of fans on the screen and said, "Look! 50 million! Even if Qin Hui was resurrected, he wouldn't be so popular! Someone wants to kill him."

"...At worst, we can apologize to the entire Internet." Xiao Guanguan lowered his head: "Then our family will move away."

"You don't understand anything."

Putting down his phone, Chen Banxian rubbed his face tiredly: "How many years have I been in the martial arts world? I know too well what it means to kill the fat pigs and the famous people. If he really has the ability, it would be fine. But don't you know what his level is? He is still a master of traditional martial arts? Just find a good old woman, put a pair of pants over his head and strangle him to death!"

Xiao Guanguan: “…”

"Isn't this a fraud? Legally and morally, it doesn't stand up to anything! There are so many people who want to get rid of him, but they don't have the psychological burden! And our whole family will suffer as a result..."

Xiao Guanguan: "...But didn't you say the day before yesterday that this could be a good thing? Black and red are also red. At least Xiaoyu can do a live broadcast and shamelessly accept gifts."

"The day before yesterday? How many fans did he have the day before yesterday?" Chen Banxian looked up: "How many fans does he have today? Can it be the same?"

"......Alas." Xiao Guanguan sighed and fell silent.

"..."

There was a brief silence in the small hotel room.

"..."

"... Guan Guan." After a long while, Chen Banxian, who had gradually calmed down, covered his face with his hands, his voice becoming a little hoarse: "I'm scared."

"Grandpa..."

"Although I am old and can't keep up with the times, I still watch videos and buy the products promoted by the anchors. I know the basic logic."

Chen Banxian took a deep breath: "No matter how funny or mischievous Xiao Yu is, he shouldn't be this popular. In one day, his number of fans online increased by hundreds of millions. I feel like there is some organization, group, or individual who is harming him. Or... the East District wants to use him as a typical scammer? Or something else..."

"I have no idea……"

"I don't understand it anymore."

"...I'm just scared." Chen Banxian collapsed on the bed, covering his face tightly and rubbing his moist eyes with his palms: "What if he gets into trouble this time...I can't protect him."

"I do not know what to do."

"I don't know what will happen next..."

"I……"

Xiao Guanguan's eyes also turned red. He slowly sat down beside Chen Banxian, hesitating to speak: "Grandpa..."

"..."

"Let's go." After wiping his face vigorously, Chen Banxian stood up: "It's about time, right? Is the challenge about to begin?"

"Yeah." Xiao Guanguan glanced out the window: "It's dawn."

"Call him again by express mail and see if you can get in touch with him."

"it is good."

"Let's go." Chen Banxian took the backpack on the bed and pulled out a set of ancient costume with the words "Wendaomen" on it. He put it on quickly.

"Grandpa, why are you wearing this?" Xiao Guanguan was shocked.

"What are you doing?" Chen Banxian walked to the bathroom mirror and straightened the wrinkles on his ancient costume: "Get beaten for your Xiao family."

……

Los Angeles. Eight o'clock in the morning.

Da Fei Fighting Gym.

Climbing up the ladder, Dafei changed the horizontal banner that read [Countdown: "1" hour] to [Officially start].

Then he climbed down happily.

"Boss, don't fall." The assistant looked up and warned.

"It's okay." Waving his hand casually, Dafei went down halfway up the ladder, stopped, and turned around to look at the parking lot in front of his fighting gym.

There is not a single car.

There was only a huge crowd of people.

Under the bright sunlight in the morning, Dafei's eyes hurt from the shaking of various mobile phone and camera lenses.

But he didn't care at all.

"what……"

"I am simply the child of destiny..."

He sighed softly.

There is no doubt that he became popular.

The huge amount of traffic brought by the "Xiao Yu incident" hit him on the head so incredibly, inexplicably, like a dream, and with a bang.

Haven't waited to fight yet.

The total number of fans of Dongda across all platforms on the entire Internet exceeds 20 million.

This... if Xiao Yu was knocked over, what would happen to him? He didn't even dare to think about it.

"Not here yet?"

Da Fei glanced at the densely packed crowd below, like a king inspecting his subjects.

True.

Da Fei knew very well that the fact that Xiao Yu gained 200 million fans across the entire network in just one day was suspicious from the inside out.

There must be some forces and people behind the scenes.

But what does this have to do with him?

It is only true when the traffic is full.

As a long-time internet celebrity with millions of fans, he knows too well the value of popularity.

For example, on the Tiao Le platform, not to mention window display, customization, and promotion... now, even if he just puts a small advertisement in the information flow, the push team will pay him an advertising fee of more than 0.2 yuan per click.

Money, to him, is soon just a number...

Similarly, as a professional fighting athlete, Da Fei also saw Xiao Yu's situation at a glance.

no doubt.

That's an amateur.

Forget scientific combat training. He was sure that the other party had no experience in traditional martial arts. His steps were shaky and unsteady.

It’s definitely a life gift package delivered to your door...

Get rid of the random thoughts in your mind.

Da Fei turned around and sat on the ladder. He took out a microphone from his trouser pocket and spoke loudly to the countless anchors, reporters, and onlookers in the audience: "Friends. You are all welcome to watch me, the fake Da Fei, compete with the 'traditional martial arts' master, Xiao Yu."

The originally noisy crowd immediately quieted down and looked at Da Fei.

"It's 8:03 AM."

"Our 'Master' has not arrived yet, but everyone can enter in an orderly manner."

"but……"

Da Fei said without pausing: "My friends are so enthusiastic. My small venue definitely can't accommodate so many of them."

"so."

"I have no choice but to charge everyone for the tickets with regret and pain."

"Yes. Not expensive."

"One person, six thousand eight hundred and eight."

"Watch Xiao Yu up close on the ring. I kicked and beat him. He rolled and crawled... covered in dirt... bruised and swollen, and went home."

"Looking for his father."

"Crying blind."