Nakashita Masahide was really about to cry.
How could the Neon compare to the vast land and abundant resources of the Great Xia.
The Neon Martial Arts Association had been developing for so many years, with the entire nation's efforts, heavily promoting practical martial arts like Karate.
Basically, most young people with slightly better physical fitness in the Neon Country know at least a little bit of Karate.
In such circumstances, with national support, only five Grandmaster-level Martial Artists have been nurtured.
And as for the Martial Artist who is at the brink of Grandmaster Great Perfection, only Nomura stands alone!
"Chairman, you are about to cut off nearly twenty years of our neon martial arts lifeline!"
"Honorable Chairman! Please, give neon martial arts a way to survive!"
"..."
At this mont, a large question mark faintly appeared at the back of Zhang Beixing's head.
What the hell is going on?
The way this old man is talking, it sounds like I'm about to annihilate his entire race and destroy his nation or sothing?
Hey buddy, what's the deal here?
"I an, you guys set up this scenario yourselves, enticed soone called Agana, then complained they took too much money and wanted to play dirty."
"My team mber just happened to stumble into this situation by accident, and my team mber is just a Martial Artist who recently achieved a breakthrough to Grandmaster."
"Look at yourself, how scared you've beco? Why are you blaming instead of Agana?"
"..."
Zhang Beixing looked coldly at Nakashita Masahide, his tone beginning to turn sowhat unpleasant, "Or do you, old fellow, think I'm an easy target, think my team mber is an easy target, and dare not cause troubles for Agana, so you choose us, the easy targets, to deal with?"
Nakashita Masahide was shocked speechless by these words.
What the hell.
You, an easy target?
In this case, it's like eating a bitter herb in silence; he has grievances but can't express them!
Nakashita Masahide was almost in tears, "Chairman, isn't it you who scared ?"
"I originally said..."
He wanted to explain, but Zhang Beixing interrupted him by reaching out directly.
"Alright, alright, I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore, that's enough."
He lifted his hand and glanced at his watch.
Hmm, it's already 9:47, and there's only ten minutes left before it starts.
"Let's just go see first, and we'll talk more when we get there. If it really cos down to it when we have to deal with that Wild Chicken's life, then we'll discuss it, alright!"
Only then did Nakashita Masahide breathe a sigh of relief.
Zhang Beixing told him to sit, but he didn't dare.
He moved slightly and then knelt by Zhang Beixing's side.
Just like a dog.
Zhang Beixing ignored him and lay on the car seat, looking outside the car.
Watching this top-five international city in the Neon Country, its bright lights and bustling traffic.
...
Lower Mouth Martial Arts School.
It's already 9:50.
The clearing operation aid at ordinary gamblers had started, and slowly, only VIP custors were left inside the venue.
All these VIP custors were extrely wealthy, with chips of hundreds of millions each, and the equivalent in Daxia Coin was more than five or six million.
These weren't their net worth, but just the chips they held in their hands!
Like Blondie Huang Hao, who could be said to be the poorest among this group of people.
He could stay here purely because of his connections.
Although his little brother Little Green Hair had even less money than he did, who would have known that Little Green Hair's classmate's brother was the manager of this boxing gym?
A manager has just that bit of authority!
Even though the people left inside the boxing gym weren't many, there were still nearly a hundred!
The chips they could bet with tonight amounted to a terrifying amount of over one hundred billion!
Converted to US Dollars, it's over a billion!
Such a staking battle, even excluding the final winner's earnings and prize for the champion, would be an extrely terrifying profit.
Most importantly, these profits were untaxed!
All that was needed was to take out a small portion to smooth the relations.
At this mont, the older brother of Little Green Hair's classmate, the manager of this boxing gym, weighed the two million yen chips Huang Hao initially gave him, scrutinizing Xu Feng standing straight ahead.
"You, want to go up for the fight later?"
The tone wasn't completely contemptuous but also laced with doubt and mockery.
He wore a white shirt and vest, with striped trousers, hair perfectly slicked back, a scar at the corner of his eye, looking every bit like a rogue.
"Considering my brother's face, I can let you go up to fight, but our rule here is that once you go up, life and death are no longer considered, this I must make clear to you."
"You only have one life, once dead, you're dead."
Xu Feng nodded and, after listening to Huang Hao's translation, asked Huang Hao to translate for him.
"Manager, I've already understood the rules and will sign the death waiver before going on stage, but I hope the manager can help arrange it, so I don't miss out on the opportunity, tonight I have to fight!"
After Huang Hao finished translating.
The manager burst out laughing incredulously.
It was the first ti he had seen soone so arrogant.
Should he say he has a death wish? Or a death wish? Or a death wish?
"Yoshi, since you said so yourself, then I hope you can showcase the spirit of Bushido and endure it without kneeling and begging for rcy in disgrace on stage!"
After saying this, the manager pocketed the two million yen chips Huang Hao had contributed and left to make arrangents.
Before leaving, he handed Xu Feng a ribbon with a number on it, instructing him to tie it to his arm.
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