Metropolis: I use Chinese martial arts to sweep the world

"Old Xia, this time our interest has been aroused by you, you can't let us dung beetles meet diarrhea—for nothing?"

Shan Xingcheng is a strong man with five big and three thick. Although he is a three-star general of the Yan Kingdom, his speech is completely rough, and everything is made by his temper. He is a completely rude man.

"That's right, Lao Xia, I've been tossing so hard this trip, if it's not fun, I'm sorry I flew back this trip!"

Long Yihuan hurriedly took up the conversation. As the deputy minister of the Ministry of Political Affairs, it was rare for Long Yihuan to come out to relax. This time, he took advantage of the "selection" business and went to join in the fun with a few old brothers. How could he not make a fuss? Toss it.

"Fart, you two bastards, I don't know what your plans are. As soon as you stick your ass, I know what you ate last night. If you want to play my idea of ​​building a new commercial street in Kyoto, let's start a bet today." Let it go, okay?"

Xia Dingtian, as the current head of the Xia family, is far more imposing than anyone else, who was able to support half of the country of Yan with one hand, and was once a generation of heroes.

Although he is getting older now, his majesty is still the same as before, and he still wants to fight with high spirits.

More importantly, he watched Xia Mo's live broadcast in the capital. Chu Fan left a deep impression on him. Such a young Mingjin martial arts practitioner has a bright future.

"Old Xia, I heard that boxing champion Chen Nan has awakened his supernatural powers. He is a three-star supernatural being. Although the characteristics of his supernatural powers have not been revealed yet, isn't it an exaggeration to want to defeat such an opponent with only martial arts?"

Leng Qianyue was a taciturn person, seeing the enthusiasm of several old friends, he suddenly interjected.

"Don't worry about it, let's start a game and gamble, and I'll beat the martial arts kid to win, a commercial street guy, do you dare to play?" Xia Dingtian's radish was crunchy, and he started building games neatly .

"Okay, Lao Xia, if you want to be generous, we can't be stingy anymore. I'll bet on the Gaifeng Taidao and bet on the boxing champion." Shan Xingcheng waved his hand and agreed.

"Hayate Sword, you snatched back that artifact from the Iga Yinbu of the Neon Country?" Xia Dingtian asked in surprise.

"Necessary, but I don't know who wins and who loses. Don't look like it belongs to you. I keep my word. If you win, you will belong. If you lose, the commercial street will belong to me." Shan Xingcheng said carelessly.

"That won't work, we haven't placed a bet yet?" Before Xia Dingtian agreed, Long Yihuan quit.

We agreed to play together, why did you two have a showdown first?

"Okay, don't worry, you two also place a bet, my old Xia has followed up today, and lost three commercial streets to choose from." Xia Dingtian took a bold one.

"I'll bet on the Yundu mansion, and I'll be on your commercial street." Long Yihuan said after a moment of thought.

"I'll bet on ten Anbu special abilities and secret skills." Leng Qianyue remained expressionless as usual.

"Wipe, wipe, wipe!"

Xia Donghai doesn't know what to say now, this is the power of the circle, people play casually, and he is not even qualified to hear about it.

The big shots have been friends for many years, so naturally there is no need to make written evidence.

But with a few casual words, in this gamble, who will have the last laugh, I'm afraid everyone is harboring evil intentions.

Chu Fan looked at the bustling spectators outside through the glass of the lounge, and suddenly asked Xia Mo: "There are always winners in this kind of competition, right?"

Xia Mo smiled slightly, "Of course, the Black Tiger Boxing Gym will open the bank itself, but the contestants are not allowed to place bets to prevent fake matches."

Chu Fan thought for a while and said, "I'll give you the 80 yuan and that card, and you can bet on me to win. How about splitting the prize money?"

Xia Mo looked at Chu Fan speechlessly, "At this time, you are thinking about how to make money, can you focus on the key points?"

"Money is the key point!" Chu Fan smiled, took the paper and pen from the table in front of him, wrote a few words in a fluttering manner, and signed his name at the end.

Xia Mo poked his head curiously to see.

There are a few large characters clearly written on the paper: Temporarily borrow 200 million in cash from Xia Mo, which will be returned immediately after the competition. The borrower is Chu Fan.

"Are you planning to be a white wolf again?" Xia Mo said angrily.

"I forgot to bring it in a hurry after the game. I haven't checked how much money is in the card. I will refund more and make up less!" Chu Fan grinned, making Xia Mo think of the thin figure standing in front of him again.

He sighed helplessly, and said in a low voice: "My friend."

Take a step and walk outside.

"boom!"

The door of the lounge was kicked open suddenly, Chu Fan's eyes were sharp, and he turned around to protect Xia Mo behind him.

"Are you finally willing to come out?" Yan Wushuang walked in angrily with a gloomy face.

Seeing that it was Yan Wushuang, Xia Mo finally let go of her tight heart.

"Sister Wushuang, why are you here?" Xia Mo asked obediently.

"You go out first, I have something to say to Chu Fan!" Yan Wushuang's expression was serious and cold.

Seeing Yan Wushuang's expression was wrong, Xia Mo hurriedly said: "Sister Wushuang, do you have some misunderstanding?"

"It's okay, go, don't forget to place a bet!" Chu Fan walked over, patted Xia Mo on the shoulder and said.

Xia Mo looked the two of them back and forth for a while, then shook his head helplessly, turned around and left.

The old god Chu Fan sat down on the sofa, looked at Yan Wushuang and said with a smile, "Miss Yan, are you all right?"

Yan Wushuang took a few steps.

"Chong"

Pulled out his dagger from his waist and pressed it against Chu Fan's chest, "You don't seem to realize your current situation, do you?"

Chu Fan stared at Yan Wushuang's dagger with fixed eyes, and smiled calmly, "Miss Yan wants my life, or my heart?"

"Shameless!"

Yan Wushuang blushed, and picked up the handle of the knife to smash Chu Fan's forehead.

Chu Fan sat there calmly, neither dodging nor dodging.

Read silently in the mouth: Stealing jade and stealing gold hands.

Yan Wushuang only felt that his hand was light, and the dagger in his hand had disappeared.

After looking around.

He looked solemnly at Chu Fan who was playing with his own dagger and was still one step away from him.

Yan Wushuang hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you the descendant of Kongkongmen?"

"Kongkongmen, haven't you heard of it?" Chu Fan put the dagger on the table in front of him, "But I'm sure you didn't come to me just for revenge. If it was because of what happened last night, I would like to apologize!"

"I'm sorry!" Chu Fan stood up and bowed solemnly to Yan Wushuang.

"You..." Yan Wushuang felt embarrassed at this time, he came to challenge and was insulted, and he had to accept other people's apology, it was really a waste of being a martial artist.

But she also became more and more interested in Chu Fan. Such a young man not only has a high level of martial arts, but also has such a keen mind, which is really rare.

I have practiced under the hermit master of Chinese martial arts for more than ten years, and I have practiced in the world for several years. I have never seen a person like this outstanding person.

"Well, I'm here today to convey a request from Director Donghai National Shield. Now I'm formally extending an invitation to you on behalf of the special operations team of Donghai National Shield Bureau. Please join us." Yan Wushuang took a deep breath, He solemnly stated his future intentions.

When I thought of what the old man told me, I couldn't help being shocked. The Yan family had always been in charge of the National Shield system.

Now that the aura is recovering, people with supernatural powers are making chaos everywhere, and the current situation is unstable.

The old man in the family was willing to make a big promise in exchange for Chu Fan joining the National Shield system.

This is undoubtedly the absolute emphasis on Chu Fan's strength.

Chu Fan shook his head, "I'm sorry, I'm used to being comfortable, and I don't want to join any organization!"

Yan Wushuang secretly sighed that the old man at home was so predictable, and at the same time lowered his posture, and said in a soft tone: "Donghai City National Shield Bureau grants you the right to special operations, and allows you to mobilize part of the special operations team and personnel within a certain authority. Internal information, and there will be a corresponding amount of Dragon Coin rewards for the tasks you can complete."

"As a specially invited expert of the Donghai National Shield Bureau Special Operations Group, you can also enjoy Yan Kingdom's special wartime allowance and the right to choose missions."

Chu Fan looked at Yan Wushuang in surprise, "If I understand correctly, the National Shield system has always been decided by your Yan family, right?"

Although Yan Wushuang didn't understand why Chu Fan asked such a question, he still nodded.

"Then this generous treatment must be the intention of your old man?" Chu Fan asked again.

Yan Wushuang didn't know why, but still nodded.

Chu Fan stood up suddenly, walked up to Yan Wushuang, and said in a low voice: "Then your old man is so kind to me, is he planning to recruit me to be his son-in-law, or is he planning to betroth you to me?"

"Go to hell!" Yan Wushuang was about to nod, but suddenly realized that this guy was playing a hooligan again, and kicked Chu Fan with his foot.

Chu Fan laughed and turned around to avoid the blow.

Read silently: Steal jade and steal gold hands.

It was smooth and smooth, with a slight residual warmth, and there seemed to be a layer of septum on the silk fabric.

"what!!!"

The scream instantly penetrated the soundproof lounge and spread far away.

Chu Fan pushed open the door of the lounge and fled.

While running, he yelled: "Trust me, I don't know that this skill will still lose its accuracy."

Yan Wushuang didn't answer, but chased after him, looking at the pink in the hands of a white figure in front of him, his eyes were red.