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"you dare!"

Xu Fu grinned, and the girl felt very uncomfortable seeing him. She opened the car door and ran out.

Ju hesitated for a moment.

"Where is my sister going?"

"Ignore her. There's another match tomorrow. Remember two things: win quickly, and don't kill anyone."

"I see"

After experiencing dozens of battles, dealing with countless enemies, and being trampled by hundreds of feet, the boy remained unchanged, unaware of how terrifying his actions appeared to outsiders.

Even foolish people have a foolish side.

Xu Fu shook his head and began to formulate the next plan.

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was the next morning. The three of us and Georgie arrived at the sports venue as agreed, where invited media reporters were already standing around.

It's obvious they are very confident.

Chapter 1429 The Arrogant Hongmen

Dirk Joe, who came from the Hongmen, brought Aju to the stadium. Dirk Joe was Ling Suzi's disciple. After learning about Ju Jingyi's existence, the old man was overjoyed, much like the joy of having a child late in life. He would call Ju Jingyi four or five times a day to cheer her on.

Xu Fu understood his feelings. The old man was young and impetuous, and had made a mess of his debts. He had no children and was responsible to his clan. He did not plan to marry and have children. Later, he fled to the rice-producing region and wandered for several years until he met his grandfather and finally settled down.

Before accepting Linda, he had two other disciples: his eldest disciple, Li Suying, died young, and his second disciple, Zhang Hanqing, also died young.

Although Linda was unaware of these matters, Xu Fu was well aware that in some ways, Zhu Di's leader was no different from his own grandson.

However, Xu Fu will not change his plans because of the old man's request.

In either case, the plan must be implemented; supervision of "860" is unacceptable.

Dirk Nowitzki is a typical native Chinese, accustomed to the ways of the Mi family since childhood. However, his family's influence and environment filled him with curiosity about this place. He and Ju Jingyi walked to the VIP seats, put their hands together, and bowed according to the customs and rules of the Hongmen.

"My name is Dirk Joe." "I'm here on the young master's orders to take on this case."

Lin Jicheng roared, his eyes red.

Why isn't Xu Fu-Xiao afraid?

Dirk raised his eyebrows slightly and carefully examined the frowning old man with a white cloth wrapped around his waist.

"You are...."

The person next to him hurriedly said, "This is the Lin family's lineage and tradition."

"It's you"

Dirk suddenly realized why there was a white cloth around his waist; his son had died. He was in the car during yesterday's attack. These assassins were blind to dare ambush the young master. Needless to say, the assassins were all wiped out; none escaped. Only one survived, and the rest were either killed or captured until the arrival of the Chinese special forces.

The assassins clearly stated that the person who hired them was Lin Chuancheng's eldest son.

His son died, yet he came here.

Dirk chuckled inwardly, but his tone turned displeased.

“Young Master is not interested in participating in this kind of activity. I’ve had enough. If you really want to see my young master, I suggest we finish the funeral.”

"You are..."

Lin Jicheng was furious and lunged at the man, but was pulled aside.

Dirk dusted off his suit and said casually.

"Yesterday's attack was truly eye-opening. I never expected that there would be snipers lying in ambush in a country like China where guns are prohibited. It's a pity that the perpetrators were too weak and were captured alive before they could even fire a shot. Leader Lin can also assume that the police can get information out of them."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air seemed to drop sharply.

Several elderly people heard about yesterday's attack and thought there would be a fierce battle, but judging from the young people's words, the situation was not like that.

Dirk raised the corners of his mouth, staring at Lin's legacy with a sullen expression.

"This young man has experienced things you can't even imagine since he was a child. He wouldn't even look at this kind of bullshit murder case. However, as a subordinate, he might care, but that doesn't mean I don't care...."

"Lin Jicheng, this isn't over. You have two sons and four grandsons, making a total of ten people in your family. I advise you to buy ten urns; that won't be enough."

"You're too wild!"

Zhao Cheng gave a cold laugh: "This is China, not the United States."

"what's up?"

Dirk chuckled softly, pretending to be quite at ease.

"Sect Leader Lin, why don't you call your second son here? There's a surprise waiting for you!"

Lin Jicheng's expression changed instantly. He hurriedly took out his phone and dialed his son's number with trembling hands. The others also looked grim. No one expected Zong Hong's reaction to be so domineering and cold.

The phone rang for half a minute, but no one answered.

Lin's eyes held a note of despair. He pressed the speakerphone button and called his daughter-in-law. When he learned that his youngest son had fallen from the roof and suffered a broken leg but was not in life-threatening danger, he couldn't help but sigh and gently collapsed to the ground.

Dirk laughed inappropriately, raising his eyebrows and revealing an undisguised malice on his face. "I..." he said.

"Someone like you dares to hire thugs to ambush the young master. Ignorance is bliss."

Zhao Cheng stared intently.

"Young man, don't underestimate yourselves. In China, the Hongmen can't turn the world upside down."

Dirk said dismissively, "I only asked him to prepare an urn because I knew it was China. If it were rice, I would have thrown it into the sea to feed the fish long ago."

"..."

Everyone was furious. They wanted to say something harsh, but they didn't dare. They had always thought the Hongmen was like the local Chinese underworld gangs—all bark and no bite. Now they saw it was completely different. Local gangs used murder as a threat, rarely actually carrying out their plans. This was different; if you opened your mouth, it meant you were really going to die.

Who isn't afraid of death?

At this point, even the powerful sect leaders who had previously held high positions became timid and ultimately remained silent.

Dirk shook his head in confusion: No wonder the young master didn't want to show his face; these people were not worthy of sitting with him at all.

"Alright, enough talk. General Zhu has arrived. Where are your men?"

Chen Feng, the woman with a sallow complexion, came out from behind. When Dirk saw the calluses on her hands and the smug look in her eyes, he couldn't help but frown.

"What a handyman!"

After thinking for a moment, he whispered a few words to Aju, who was standing behind him.

"What do you think of him?"

The boy frowned slightly.

"not bad"

Dirk immediately felt relieved. He had witnessed Kiku's ability to sense danger before. Since Kiku said it was alright, it meant there was no problem. He didn't want to mess up the task the young master had given him.

"Now that everyone's here, let's get started and finish as soon as possible."

"and many more!"

Lian Qigong stepped forward: "Before the competition, we need to clarify one thing. This competition is related to the honor and disgrace of the ancient martial arts world. If we win, you must return the plaques you took down and issue a public apology."

Dirk's expression remained unchanged as he casually remarked.

What if you lose?

Lian Qigong was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "Whatever your conditions are, just name them."

"honestly!"

Dirk's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but tease, "If necessary, you're even prepared to kneel down and bark like a dog."

crowd:"..."

Just kidding, don't be nervous.

Dirk took out a cigarette and said, "Young Master just said that if you win, the sign on the door will naturally come back. If you lose..." He paused, then said curiously, "Young Master just said that if you win, the sign on the door will naturally come back. If you lose..." He paused, then said curiously again.

"It can be brought back, but on one condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"After this match, A-Jiu will face even stronger opponents. At this time, each sect must send five core disciples and fifty core disciples to provide support. During this period, you must do whatever the young master asks you to do, and you must not disobey the young master's orders under any circumstances."

Chapter 1430: The Second Phase of the Plan

More than fifty people, dozens of sects, totaling more than a thousand people.

Why does Xu Fu-Xiao need so many people?

Lian Qigong said, feeling wronged.

We will not do anything illegal.

"Don't worry, it's just empty slogans and grand talk. We won't kill or set fires. What do you think? Do you agree or not?"

Unable to make a decision, Lian Qigong glanced at the others gathered together, quietly discussing something, and after exchanging some opinions...

"We can make a promise as long as we don't kill or commit arson."