The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 22 Red Stick
"Please speak, sir."

The young man withdrew his gaze from the mansion in front of him.

"First of all, you need to fight well in today's boxing match."

The advisor slowly spoke, his fingertips tracing the satin of his sleeve: "Today you've come to the Fu family, carrying not only your own face, but also the face of the Black Shark Gang, the face of the gang leader, and the face of your advisor."

The young leader had just taken office, and countless eyes in the entire gang were watching, waiting to find some flaw in him so they could cause trouble and oust him.

If you lose face today and this gets out, causing the gang leader to be criticized, none of us will let you off the hook.

"Rest assured, Master."

The young man said calmly, "Since I came to the docks, I've been in no fewer than a hundred fights, big and small, and I've never held back in any of them."

"I know you're amazing. You're so young and you've already got the chance to be the top Red Stick of my Black Shark Gang. I heard you even beat a Blood Refining Realm cultivator last time."

The advisor smiled and said, "But you need to listen carefully. I'm telling you to fight well, not to fight with all your might."

The young man frowned: "What's the difference?"

"The difference is huge."

The advisor shook his head and said, "This is the second important matter."

The advisor took a half step closer, looked at Cao Tian, ​​and slowly uttered, "You will lose this fight today."

"lose?"

Cao Tian's eyes flashed.

"Of course we'll lose."

The advisor pointed to the black iron gate behind him and said seriously, "Who is Young Master Fu? His father, Master Fu, is the richest man in Luanhe. At least half of the shops and businesses in our Luanhe County are related to the Fu family. Hundreds of people at the dock rely on the meager profits from his family to make a living."

The gang leader had just been adopted as a godson by Master Fu, and the entire Black Shark Gang relied on the Fu family's influence at the docks.

If you beat Young Master Fu and displease him, the entire Black Shark Gang will suffer the consequences.

Cao Tian remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Master, what is the strength of this Young Master Fu?"

"I don't understand your martial arts practices."

The advisor thought for a moment and said, "I've only heard that Young Master Fu has been practicing martial arts for less than two months, but his talent is astonishing. Right now, none of the Fu family's guards are a match for him..."

"Less than two months and their own bodyguards, haha."

Cao Tian smirked, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "You have to fight well, fight beautifully, and then kneel down and admit defeat."

Cao Tian said expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, Master, but I really can't fight this punch today."

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for the clerk's reaction.

"Stop!"

A sharp shout rang out, and Cao Tian stopped in his tracks, but his face remained expressionless.

"Who do you think you are? You think you can just stop fighting whenever you want? I think you've forgotten how you got to where you are today."

The advisor quickly caught up, pointing at Cao Tian with a grim face, and berated him mercilessly. After venting his anger, his tone gradually softened.

“Cao Tian, ​​I know your father is a gambling addict. Last month, he owed a huge gambling debt and is still being held at the gambling den.”

Your mother is paralyzed and bedridden.
How much do you earn by fighting in underground boxing matches at the Meatwalking Hall every few days? And that's the territory of the Green Luo Gang, do you think they'll let you live?
Even if you, Cao Tian, ​​are very capable, you should at least think about your family if you don't consider yourself. Your sister is almost of marriageable age, don't you? Do you want her to spend her whole life selling and cleaning fish at the fish shop?

Moonlight streamed over the stone steps. Cao Tian stood quietly for a while before finally turning around.

"Master, I'll do it."

Cao Tian let out a breath.

"It's good that you've figured it out."

The advisor nodded in satisfaction, grabbed Cao Tian's arm, and began walking towards the Fu family mansion.

"This is actually not difficult; the key is to make Young Master Fu happy."

If Young Master Fu is in a good mood, you'll definitely get a reward. And when you get back to the gang, the gang leader will also give you a reward.”

As he spoke, the clerk arrived at the black iron gate and knocked on it.

A short while later, the small window in the door opened, revealing half of a wary face.

"Who?"

"Chen Yanqiu of the Black Shark Gang was sent by Young Master Fu Juemin."

The advisor bowed with his hands clasped.

The gate slowly opened, and Cao Tian and his advisor followed the servants as they walked inside.

Before coming here, Cao Tian had only heard people say that the Fu family was extremely wealthy, but now he realized just how rich they really were.

It took them a good ten minutes to walk through the courtyard in front of the gate. After entering the house where the host lived, they wandered around for a while.

After walking for a while, the group finally stopped at a place that resembled a training room.

The room was huge, with soft cotton tatami mats on the floor and a Western-style chandelier overhead that made the whole room as bright as day.

In the center of the room, a man stood with his back to him in a stance resembling a standing meditation posture, surrounded by four or five men who repeatedly tapped him on various parts of his body with hard wooden sticks wrapped in medicated cloth.

'Bone Forging? Around the mid-stage of Bone Forging'

Cao Tian could tell at a glance the man's progress in martial arts.

He was also in the Bone Forging stage, but he was almost at the Blood Refining stage. He reached the mid-stage of Bone Forging in less than two months. Although it was amazing, it was not a particularly strange thing for a wealthy family that had no shortage of resources.

Physical training can be quick, but martial arts skills cannot be mastered through casual practice alone.

Cao Tianxia subconsciously clenched his fist, thinking to himself.

The dull thuds of striking echoed in the training room for a while, then suddenly stopped. All the men wielding sticks dispersed on their own, and the man who had been surrounded also relaxed his stance and slowly turned around.

Cao Tian finally saw the true face of the rumored eldest young master of the Fu family.

Young and handsome, even with half his body naked, he exuded an innate air of nobility in every gesture.

"You're the people Wu Bozhou sent?"

The young man looked at the two of them with a detached gaze, wiping his sweat with a silk handkerchief as he asked.

The advisor tugged at Cao Tian's sleeve, then immediately bowed and respectfully greeted him.

Cao Tian's Adam's apple bobbed, he took a light breath, bowed his head and clasped his hands, saying, "This humble one, Cao Tian, ​​greets Young Master Fu."

Fu Juemin looked the two people in front of him up and down, mainly the young man named Cao Tian.

His second uncle, Fu Guoping, told him to use Wu Bozhou whenever he needed something, and since he happened to be short of a sparring partner, he took the opportunity to use him.

He sent someone to inform the Black Shark Gang during the day, and they sent someone over that night. The efficiency was quite high.

Fu Juemin was fairly satisfied with his first impression of the young man. He could tell that the young man had several years of solid skills and he had heard that he was a "red stick" (a high-ranking official in the Communist Party).

In places like the docks, there are constant fights every day. Becoming a Red Pole in a gang is not easy. The ruthlessness they possess is something that their own group of guards can't match.

Of course, we'll have to try it to find out exactly what its quality is.

“Water-born, with pillars.”

Fu Juemin casually selected two guards, and Wang Shuisheng and Sun Youzhu stepped forward in response.

"Go weigh this brother."

After speaking, Fu Juemin turned around and sat down on the sandalwood couch covered with soft satin.

Two massage therapists from Xing'an Hall immediately stepped forward and skillfully massaged his swollen and congested skin and meridians with medicated oil, which had been affected by the beating he had just received while standing in the stance.

Fu Juemin enjoyed himself while watching the actions of the three people below the stage.

(End of this chapter)