C87 (2/2)
Wen Tai glanced at Hua QianXun, coughed and said, ”It's a disciple from the National Arts Association who is competing against Teng Tiangang, the so-called King of Iron Fist in the world of martial arts of Japan.”
”The National Arts Association?” However, when it came to the National Arts Association, he was a little confused. In the past, he knew a lot of things about Asia, but it seemed like he had never heard of this National Arts Association before. It was actually an alliance for martial arts experts from the mainland.
”Yes, the National Technique Association. This is an association set up by the nation's martial arts fans. The goal is to spread the Chinese martial arts and inherit the nation's spirit and the soul of China.” We are all Chinese citizens, how can we lose to a f * cking ocean citizen? So there is a lot of pressure from the National Arts Association this time, in order to prevent the Japanese from messing up or making a move on the arena, that's why we chose to hold the arena here, and our Hong Gate naturally is duty-bound to provide the arena, in order to guarantee our fairness, we must watch the arena well, and not let any accidents happen on the site. ”Wen Tai said in a low voice.
However, Silver Lake has other things to do, so we can't just stop doing business for the competition. Everyone take up your positions, return to your own positions, and then draw out some people from these positions to head to the Black Fist Tournament. We'll carefully inspect the arena carefully first. ”Hua Qianlou said with a smile.
Seeing that Hua Qian Xun had spoken, Wen Tai did not dare to keep his arrogance anymore. He quickly said: ”Sure, I think Young Master Hua can consider it more carefully. You can rest here for a while, I'll go make the arrangements, I'll invite you to go over later to check the scene myself.”
Hua Qianlou didn't stand on ceremony with these kinds of people and nodded his head with a smile. He took the cup of tea that he had just brewed from his hands and drank it up.
Wen Tai led his brothers out of the restaurant and went outside. Many of Wen Tai's trusted men had ugly expressions on their faces. One of them angrily said as he walked down the stairs, ”Brother Wen, are we just going to let this go?”
Immediately, others followed suit and jeered, expressing their dissatisfaction with Hua Qianlou.
Wen Tai's mouth twitched, then he slapped the young man and shouted: ”You f * cking don't have eyes, what did you do just now, why didn't you rush up, didn't you see how strong Young Master Hua is, if it's those street hooligans or people who just left the army, we can still deal with them, but for people like Young Master Hua, we can't afford to offend them, be smart from now on.”
”Yes, yes, we will do whatever Brother Wen says. In short, all the brothers will listen to Brother Wen.”
”Yes, everyone will listen to Brother Wen …”
However, Wen Tai himself clearly understood this in his heart. Although he had a fawning face when facing people he could not afford to provoke, in his heart, he clearly knew that although some people's words were pleasant to hear, in reality, they could not be friends with each other. Regarding these matters, he was very clear in his heart.
Thinking about Wen Tai bringing along those small characters and tormenting them in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He was naturally able to handle these childish affairs well, and if he could not even handle Wen Tai, then he would not come out and mess things up, as for whether or not Wen Tai was only doing this because he was instructed to do it by Huang Qingsheng, Hua Qianlou did not think too much about it, he only knew that Wen Tai belonged to him and did not want to take away anyone else. If he wanted to do it, it would be in his hands and he would not offend anyone, so long as he could not take the initiative to go and think about it.
The existence of the National Arts Association of the Bay Province reminded Hua QianXun of many memories Chu Yunfei had in his memories. In Chu Yunfei's lost memories, the National Arts Alliance was on the continent, and his teacher was a true expert of the National Arts Association. But for many reasons, when he first left the National Arts Association, he mysteriously went missing and never appeared again.
Was the National Technique Association related to the National Arts Alliance on the continent? If it wasn't, then what kind of existence was this association? Was it really the kind of association that wanted to do something for the development and inheritance of the National Technique?