Chapter 724 (2/2)

“Okay.” Tang Xiu nodded. His eyes then rested on Han Qingwu and he hesitated a bit before saying, “Remember what I told you. Just admit defeat if you can’t win. You haven’t practiced for a long time, so it’s not shameful even if you lose. Alright. I’ll gift you something when you return if you lose, but I won’t gift you anything if you win.”

Han Qingwu stared at Tang Xiu, speechless and dumbfounded. Following that, she immediately rolled her eyes and snappily said, “You just want me to lose? Like exchanging it with a gift when I lose and nothing if I win?”

After she reacted, however, she immediately realized Tang Xiu’s intention. He was afraid that she would risk her life and go all out to fight her opponents in the arena, hence he deliberately mentioning the gifts.

This… was his way of showing his care and concern toward her.

Han Qingwu then left with Xiaoying with a warm heart. She decided that she must win the competition tonight regardless of how hard it was, and then win the championship in the final.

At present, dozens of people were already in the auditorium. In the last row, a plump man with a glossy face and a cigar in his mouth was talking with a thin middle-aged man beside him.

“I’m not bragging, Xuecheng! Even if I can’t be the champion, securing second place would be easy for me if I were to participate in this underground fighting arena. Don’t look at me as a fatty, my body is fast and flexible!”

“Can you not blow this up, Fatty Li? Maybe I could still believe you a bit if you said it dozens of years ago. But now… Hahaha. Anyways, I heard you went to Shuanqing’s Star City last year to have a duel with Chen Zhizhong, right? What was the result? Didn’t you get punched by him till your teeth broke? Buddy, many of our friends were laughing at you.”

“Darn shit! Who the hell run his cheap mouth? Goddammit! Good news goes on crutches while ill news flies apace. If Chen Zhizhong hadn’t had a good master, I would have… Bah, let’s stop talking about this topic. Just thinking about it gives a bellyful of chagrin.”

“You still feel chagrined about that? I thought you only got a scratched skin! Anyhow, you said that Chen Zhizhong has a good master, who is it?”

“You wanna know?”

“Yep!”

“Heh, I won’t tell you. You dare to laugh at me, Li Laoshan. You’re doomed.”

“Holy heaven…”

Amidst their chat, Li Laoshan’s self-satisfied expression suddenly froze as his obese body rapidly stood, and under the dumbfounded eyes of his buddy, he dashed fast toward Hall’s entrance.

“What the… Fatty Li’s body is full of fat, literally. Yet he so swift and flexible?” The thin middle-aged man gulped down and muttered in disbelief.

When Li Laoshan was a dozen meters away from Tang Xiu, he waved his big palm-leaf fan and shouted, “Yo, Brother Tang, come here! HAHAHA…. It’s really a small word. We, Brothers, are really fated!”

Tang Xiu heard the call and immediately could not help laughing upon seeing that it was Li Laoshan. He forgot that this fella was also a martial artist and that this underground fighting arena was something he would be really interested in.

“It’s been a few months since the last time I met you, Brother Li, but you gained weight again?”

Li Laoshan and Tang Xiu exchanged a big hug. After releasing him, the former laughed loudly and said, “Can’t help it, really! Your old brother is always drinking cold water all around. Can’t do anything about it. My old waist luckily still works well, though. Else I wouldn’t have dared to drink cold water anymore.”

Ugh… Tang Xiu was at a loss whether he had to cry or laugh and rolled his eyes at him. What was this about his old waist still working well? Just be a living eunuch if it doesn’t work well anymore.

Li Laoshan then glanced at Ji Mu beside Tang Xiu and said with a smile, “Eh, is this your friend, Brother Tang?”

“Yeah, he’s Ji Mu, a young man from the Ji Family here in Changxi.” Tang Xiu nodded. “Ji Mu, this is Li Laoshan, Brother Li.”

“How do you do, Brother Li,” greeted Ji Mu hastily.

“The Ji Family’s boy, eh? Good, good.” Li Laoshan smiled. “Anyways, that Ji Chunlei from your family has a bit of friendship with me. We had some spars about 20 years ago. Later on, we joined hands to fight someone else, hence becoming friends through fists.”

Ji Chunlei? Ji Mu was shaken inside. My father?

At this time, he looked highly at Li Laoshan’s identity. It must be noted that even though his father was an easy-going man on the surface, he was proud to the bones, and Li Laoshan’s identity was anything but normal for being able to befriend him.

Nearby.

After having escorted Han Qingwu, Xiaoying came back and asked, “Two gentlemen, would you like me to escort you to your seat first so you can chat more comfortably?”

Li Laoshan glanced at the number in Tang Xiu’s hand. He then took it and gave it back to Xiaoying. “Mine is the 128th. Help arrange to change his seat next to me.”

“About this…” Xiaoying hesitated, but eventually nodded, taking Tang Xiu and Ji Mu’s seat cards and quickly ran to the outside.

Li Laoshan hugged Tang Xiu’s shoulder and enthusiastically brought him and Ji Mu to the back row, and then introduced his friend to Tang Xiu.

The man’s name was Chu Xuecheng, the Boss of the Beigong Group, the leader of the machinery industry in the Northern Region. Though the man had wealth comparable to Li Laoshan’s, he always conducted himself in a low-key manner in society.