Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

All the heroes and valiant men in the capital were outshone by a mere boy who had not yet reached adulthood.

"it is good!"

Cheers and applause rose and fell all around.

First it was a few scattered drops, then it became a loud chorus.

"Master Cheng, Brother Li, it is my fault for not strictly disciplining my students to come here seeking revenge."

We signed a life-or-death agreement, intending to forget all grudges... However, even though I'm with the Friendship Escort Agency, I can't pretend nothing happened.

A generous gift will be presented to you later; I apologize in advance..."

[Divine Fist] Song Zhichao has always been upright and honest, prioritizing integrity and righteousness.

He was highly respected in the capital.

At this moment, he put aside his pride and sincerely apologized, which deeply moved people.

His lifelong reputation was ruined by a single disciple.

From now on, whenever Huiyou Escort Agency is mentioned, people will think of that rising star that emerged like the morning sun.

As the boy grows up.

The Huiyou Escort Agency, along with Zhang Yuanhao's title of "Three Fists Without Escape," will forever be nailed to the pillar of shame.

"A single palm strike decides the outcome, and father and son go to the Yellow Springs."

If things go wrong, a story might spread far and wide, thanks to the storyteller's performance.

"Master Song, you are too kind. Even a great man is prone to having an unvirtuous wife and unfilial children, let alone his apprentice."

Zhang Yuanhao's despicable actions and arrogant behavior have already brought him the consequences.

As for the Huiyou Escort Agency, it shouldn't have tarnished its reputation because of him...

"Xin'er, this battle with Zhang Yuanhao, the镖头 (bodyguard) of the Huiyou Alliance, will settle all grudges. Are you willing?"

Cheng Yuanhua did not show any smugness on his face.

Perhaps he was secretly overjoyed, but he was forcing himself to keep it to himself.

So as not to give the impression that one is a petty person who has achieved success.

It's just that he took on a very, very talented apprentice.

Why be so smug?

Therefore, he spoke at this moment in a calm and unhurried manner, displaying composure.

It's not that I want to be magnanimous, but that I have no choice but to be.

Since ancient times, it has been generally accepted that single men should use the number nine, not the number one.

Also known as "A good wind cannot carry the sails to their limit".

The head镖师 (chief镖师) of the Huiyou Escort Agency has already thrown his face on the ground like a piss, letting others trample on it at will.

There's no need to kick someone when they're down now.

We can't just keep pressing the issue and kill all of Huiyou's bodyguards, can we?

Whether it's possible or not is another matter.

It's possible, but it's also impossible.

The saying goes, "When the rabbit dies, the fox grieves," and "Things of one's own kind are saddened." This went too far, and what the people of the martial arts world present thought about it is anyone's guess.

Such is the way of the world – people's hearts always turn towards one another.

The saying "death is a great loss" is not entirely about sympathizing with the weak.

“Master is absolutely right. Master Wang and Master Wu also said earlier that it is better to resolve enmity than to create it.”

There was no personal grudge between the two sides; it's just that people in the martial arts world have no choice but to follow the crowd.

If we ever meet again in the future, I urge you all to show mercy and avoid anything that would cause pain to our loved ones and joy to our enemies.

Li Xin cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the four directions.

On a level unseen by others, seven or eight pale red dots of light drifted over.

He felt a sense of joy in his heart.

Saying a few polite, official words isn't shameful.

The real benefit is gaining the genuine respect of others.

Today's battle, following the night raid that established his prestige, not only has his own alias, "Nezha the Third Prince," become awe-inspiring in the capital.

Li Xin's real name finally rose to fame.

He discovered that no matter how famous he became or how admirable his actions were when he acted as Nezha the Third Prince, he would not gain the trust of those he had never met.

In other words, it was when he was hiding his identity and entrusting a mythical figure to help him.

Only those who witness one's actions will react and provide credibility...

For example, those who are saved; those who are grateful to have helped eliminate evil.

Even those who were deeply shocked and filled with longing.

They will all provide credibility to varying degrees.

The prerequisite is that they must meet in person.

However, the way the deity acts is quite different.

The name Li Xin is like a receiver.

This battle has just ended.

As its fame spread, even in places far away and out of sight, one or two faint red lights appeared.

This situation signifies many things.

This also filled Li Xin with immense joy.

If one were to do something in one's own name that would earn the trust, respect, and admiration of many, one might gain a great deal of faith and power.

Rapid progress goes without saying.

……

As the crowd dispersed.

Master Wu Yongzhong of Tongxing Escort Agency, who had just showered the carriage with flattery, suddenly turned ashen-faced.

"Let's go to Fuyuan Teahouse."

He went up to the second floor, but hadn't taken a seat yet.

His gaze swept across the room and he saw a middle-aged monk in a black robe with a rooster-like hairstyle sitting by the window facing the street. His expression immediately changed.

"Judging from your expression, it seems your trip hasn't gone well?"

The black-robed monk smiled enigmatically, picked up a bite of food, tilted his head back, drank the wine in the bowl, and spoke softly.

……

Chapter Fifty-Five: The boss is my family, greedy for money.

"Master is joking. This matter has nothing to do with my Tongxing Escort Agency."

Whether his revenge against his friend succeeds or fails, Wu is simply happy to see it happen.

Wu Yongzhong cupped his hands in greeting.

He smiled, seemingly unsurprised to see Monk Jinzhong at Fuyuan Teahouse.

He immediately lifted his long robe, sat down, and instead of touching the wine and dishes on the table, poured himself a cup of tea.

The monk Jinzhong was not as aggressive as he had been in the Cheng family courtyard. He had a friendly smile, like Maitreya Buddha in a temple.

He put down his wine glass, looked up at Wu Yongzhong seriously, and shook his head, saying, "I can't stand your hypocrisy. Li Xin is so young, but he's so arrogant and fearless. He has no sense of propriety at all."

Aren't you worried that he might wipe out all the bodyguards and guards from your Tongxing Escort Agency?

The monk Jinzhong wasn't exaggerating; he was stating the facts.

"Of the eight major escort agencies in the capital, Tongxing doesn't go to the Western Desert or the Jiangnan region; it specializes in operating within this small area of ​​the capital."

Most bodyguards were stationed in official residences and among merchants in the capital, and their methods were unconventional. What they relied on was their attitude.

I've heard that the guards from your escort agency often say, "We only care about money, not people; the boss is our home."

Imagine if they discovered that the people they were protecting were corrupt officials and unscrupulous merchants, and then Nezha, the Third Prince, came knocking on their door. Would they still still recite, "My master is my home"?

"Slander, all slander. Who doesn't know that we, the Tongxing Escorts, seek mutual prosperity and treat our employers as our providers? We are heroes who would die a hundred times over for the sake of loyalty?"

Wu Yongzhong slammed his hand on the table, his face displeased.

Although he was wary of the other party's identity, he wasn't afraid of this monk.

Besides, the two sides have a lot of cooperation, so Monk Jinzhong probably doesn't really want to expose the secrets of his own security escort agency.

He just said that, but he was just trying to drag himself down with him.

Again.

If someone wants to take action themselves, it depends on how generous they are.

As for whether he was wary of that person...

At most, he would instruct his bodyguards to give way when they see the person in question.

There are no such single-minded bodyguards as Zhang Shijie and his son Zhang Yuanhao in Tongxing.

Why travel thousands of miles just for money? Why fight to the death for a little silver?

If things look bad, wouldn't it be better to evacuate immediately?

Do they really think "the boss is my home"?

"One thousand taels."

The monk Jinzhong suddenly spoke.

Wu Yongzhong's expression remained unchanged. He picked up his teacup, drank it, and nodded, saying, "This tea is somewhat lacking."

“Three thousand taels,” the monk Jinzhong said again.

"Don't say that, although Longjing tea has a strong flavor, it is transported from Jiangnan and has been exposed to dew and frost, so it has lost some of its freshness."

Five thousand taels.

"Who are you going to kill? Let's make this clear beforehand. Cheng Yuanhua is not someone to be trifled with. I don't want to kill his disciple at this crucial moment. Otherwise, he'll hunt me down to the ends of the earth."

"You're overthinking it. Even if you go and kill Li Xin, you might not succeed."

As one of the Six Great Masters of the Capital, Cheng Yuanhua wouldn't even bother to glance at you, let alone chase after you.

"If I really wanted to kill you, it wouldn't be to belittle you, Master Wu, but you wouldn't even have a chance to escape the capital."

The Golden Bell Monk sneered.

That's a harsh statement.

However, Wu Yongzhong did not refute it.

The concept of "neutralizing force" is not the same as "neutralizing force".

Some people can be called grandmasters, who are able to establish their own schools and whose fame has lasted for centuries.

Some people are like shooting stars in the night sky; they look beautiful, but that's all.

Within the same realm, a true top expert can even take on ten opponents at once.

Just like Li Xin now, he killed Zhang Yuanhao, who was half a step into the Transformation Realm, without much effort.

He simply manipulated the flow of qi and blood, and grasped the essence of strength.

Ten or eight opponents who had also mastered the art of hard power would not even have the right to stand in front of him.

One punch and a kid is no joke.