Man covers the sky and conquers all worlds

Chapter 50: Who would practice boxing if they were serious? (Please read on)
"According to our intelligence, he has reappeared on the streets of Bangkok and is heading north."

"Are we...going to let him go just like that?"

In the dimly lit conference room, the owner of the voice tapped the hardwood table with one hand, and a cigarette was shrinking in his mouth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Two fingers covered with thick calluses reached out, extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and lit another one.

The same thing happened to several other conference rooms. For a moment, the entire conference room was filled with smoke and a suffocating smell of cigarettes.

"Even the B-rank team of that organization chose to stop fighting after being beaten to death by him. Even if we take action, how much chance do we have of winning?"

At the other end of the long brown hardwood table, another short and fat middle-aged man with hawk-like eyes looked helpless.

You know, although Myanmar is in the midst of war, these so-called warlords secretly belong to each other.

Some warlords were even purely controlled by some unspeakable foreign forces.

Therefore, they naturally heard about the horror of the organization that dared to assassinate national leaders.

It is said that whenever that organization takes action, there are almost no cases of failure.

Even if they fail, a stronger team will be sent to complete the mission.

Now, even that organization no longer pursues the matter. Most of those on the field are just puppets, so why should they risk their lives for a former companion?

Compared to how to avenge the White Dragon King, they are more interested in how to divide the White Dragon King's territory and inheritance.

This is an unspoken secret between them.

But... out of some kind of common tacit understanding, they need to use the banner of revenge for the White Dragon King so that they can, for the sake of justice, and more naturally, seize the legacy he left behind.

After all, even in a war-torn area, some implicit rules similar to morality are needed to maintain balance.

However, once their discussion involves their own safety and core interests, no one cares about this rule.

"But... that man is coming all the way north from Bangkok. It seems his target is us. Are you still going to remain indifferent?"

In a corner where light hardly reaches, a relatively young man with a ponytail spoke in a deep voice.

"Hahaha! We have soldiers and guns. Even his motherland needs to talk to us when it comes to our affairs."

"Could he really kill us all?"

The short and fat man slammed the table and stood up.

Behind him is America, on the other side of the ocean.

His job is to occasionally cause trouble for his neighbors.

Therefore, the weapons equipped in his army are also the most elite and advanced among the several factions on the field.

"Brother Nai Peng, we brothers know that the Dragon King once saved your life and we are eager to avenge him, but you can't... hehe!"

The warlord who had not spoken a word narrowed his eyes, said half of his words, but did not finish them, with a kind smile on his face, like a smiling tiger.

Wow!

After a long silence, a group of people with their own ulterior motives left the scene one after another, leaving behind only a mess.

And...the young warlord known as Naipong.

"Humph!"

Nai Peng snorted coldly, and the hardwood table under his palm shattered.

In just one year, Master Ruan Hongxiu, who had taught him many boxing techniques, was beaten to death in a ring by a little-known young man.

Secondly, the White Dragon King, who saved his life, was killed in his own villa in the park.

After a long while, he exhaled heavily, his eyes brightening surprisingly in the darkness.

"You won't follow me, right? Then... don't blame me for leading him here!"

call out!
The moment the shrill sound of breaking air was heard, Nai Peng, who was sitting upright in the house, his pupils suddenly contracted. Having escaped from the hail of bullets, he naturally knew what the sound was.

boom!
With one kick, the solid wooden table weighing hundreds of pounds suddenly flipped over and lay across his body.

But the next moment, more whistling sounds rang out at the same time.

Rumble!
The first rocket blasted into the house, its shrapnel-riddled warhead exploding suddenly. A powerful blast of air, accompanied by swirling fragments, instantly ripped apart most of the furnishings inside. The next moment, more RPG warheads slammed into the room.

This medium-sized conference room was instantly shattered into pieces by the loud noise and turned into a raging sea of ​​fire.

"Haha, you still want to deflect the blame? You're trying to play tricks on us. Let the White Dragon King come over first!"

A few hundred meters away, the warlords who had just walked away were now sitting with their arms folded, smoking cigars comfortably.

Watching the house quietly as it was shattered into pieces in the sea of ​​fire.

"Cut off his head and freeze it in the refrigerator. When that person comes, make friends with him!"

The short and fat man had drooping eyelids.

The Smiling Tiger Warlord took a deep drag on his cigar, his eyes looking through the rising smoke into the sea of ​​fire.

"What if he...is unwilling to be our friend?"

"Hahaha... then he's the best, he really is a superman. In that case, I'll use ten times the firepower I just used to deal him a good beating!"

The short and fat warlord dropped his half-burned cigar to the ground, brought down his soft leather heel, crushed it with one kick, and extinguished it!

Suddenly he turned his head to look at his companions.
"You say...what era is it now? Why are there still people practicing boxing?"

"Do you practice boxing?"

"I won't practice! Who would practice boxing if they were serious?"

"That's what thugs practice!"

"The fighters only need to think about training and fighting, but we who enjoy ourselves behind the scenes have much more to worry about..."

"Hahaha……"

A cheerful laughter rang out in the woods.

……

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At dawn, I walked aimlessly in the deep mountains of northern Thailand, from sparsely populated areas to the least visited.

He had seen tigers roar in the mountains and elephants migrate.

But the closer he got to northern Myanmar, the more he saw people, and they were all callous people!

Most of them were full of malice towards him as a foreigner and wanted to kill him, but there were also kind people who offered him a bowl of hot water.

By the end of the walk, his clothes were in tatters, and even the shoes on his feet were completely trampled to pieces.

He went barefoot all the way north.

Gradually, his soul seemed to be carved and polished, becoming gradually warm and gentle.

The snakes, insects, rats, ants, poisonous snakes and fierce beasts that others avoided also regarded him as grass in the mountains.

Neither dodge nor attack.

Until finally, he even began to forget some of his own boxing techniques.

However, when he was walking, sitting or lying down, many traces of boxing techniques seemed to emerge, as if they came from his instinct.

It was not until he completely entered Myanmar that a group of soldiers found him in the village.

Outside the quaint village, the once arrogant soldier was now extremely humble, looking at the beggar-like man in front of him with some doubt.

Finally, respectfully,

"Mr. Li, our commander-in-chief has already taken the head of the White Dragon King's remnant and is setting up a banquet. Please come and join us!"

"Invite me...to a banquet?"

Liming slowly raised his head. His voice was a little hoarse as he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

(End of this chapter)