Cyber Daming

"Who wants to be my brother Pao's home?!"

The old and hoarse voice stirred back and forth in the empty and closed underground boxing ring, and the echoes overlapped and finally converged into a deafening sound of thunder.

The sound of dense and noisy footsteps came from far to near like a tide, and a large group of muddy robe brothers with tattoos on their necks poured into the boxing ring.

The black heads, numbering in the hundreds, filled the entire boxing ring in the blink of an eye, and there was a chill in the air.

Among the crowds of people, four burly men whose arms had been replaced with mechanical prostheses stood out. They were carrying a huge lift and stopped behind Li Jun and Kuang Qingyun.

Zhao Ding, who has white hair, is wrapped in a black cloak, with a large golden sword sitting on it.

Behind him stood two young girls wearing cyan cheongsam, with the two delicate characters "Fu Weng" embroidered on their collars.

The handsome face has typical Akito features, but the features between his eyebrows and eyes are cold and lifeless.

They are bionic human caregivers produced by the largest medical group in Chengdu. At this moment, they are methodically controlling a huge life-support equipment, with countless spider web-like wire tubes extending into Zhao Ding's cloak.

Li Jun looked back at the old man's skinny face, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and a self-deprecating smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

No wonder even Crow Hua knew that it was Zhao Dou who betrayed him. It turned out that it wasn't really a secret at all.

The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole. It turns out that he is the only cicada caught in this situation.

"It's been a long time since we've had so many distinguished guests come to Kowloon Street. I apologize for the loss of welcome."

Zhao Ding's slightly cloudy eyes scanned the entire audience, and everyone had different reactions as his eyes passed by.

Luo Zhen's face was filled with surprise and uncertainty, and he glanced at Zhao Dou angrily.

Before entering Kowloon Street, the prince of Muddy Waters Pao Brother assured him that Zhao Ding had only one breath left and could not even stand up.

Hu Zhong's face was as cold as iron, the tiger stripes on his cheeks twitched, and he looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Zhao Dou lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhao Ding at all. He dug his fingers into his palms, looking like a scared and cowardly but unwilling defeated dog.

Zhao Ding's eyes stayed on Zhao Dou for a moment, a faint sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled at Luo Zhen and said: "Inspector Luo, if I heard correctly just now, it was you who asked Kuang Qingyun to hand over people?"

Luo Zhen frowned and said in a deep voice, "I'm right. Do you have any objections to the tiller?"

"It's not a matter of opinion,"

Zhao Ding, who was lying on the cart, shook his head and reached out to point at the tiger's grave. "Old man, I just lamented that the people who used to beg for food at my feet like dogs now dare to bare their teeth at me."

As soon as these words came out, there was an immediate commotion among the crowd at the Sword Sacrifice Association.

Many "Ten Nobles" level cadres who regarded Huzhong as their father showed murderous intent in their eyes and wished they could immediately rush forward and tear Zhao Ding into pieces.

Only Tozuka, who was named and insulted, remained silent. Only the tiger pattern earrings on his earlobes moved in the wind.

"Not bad, Hu Zhong. It seems that you have made some progress in Sinmin Street over the years. You know that biting dogs cannot bark randomly. However, you made a mistake by betting on Zhao Dou."

"enough!"

Luo Zhen glanced at the silent Hu Zhong with dissatisfaction, and interrupted Zhao Ding.

"This inspector is here to resolve conflicts today, not to show off his power! I must take away the murderer today, otherwise this matter will be spread to the ears of the chief inspector, and everyone will be embarrassed and go around!"

Luo Zhen no longer had the patience to practice Tai Chi with Zhao Ding anymore, so he directly put pressure on Zhao Ding with his official power of inspection.

"Since Inspector Luo's words have come to this, it would be disrespectful of me, Zhao Ding, if I don't give you any more face. However,"

Zhao Ding changed the topic, "But if Brother Pao hands over Li Jun just like this, I will be thrown off the plane by my brothers immediately."

"Zhao Ding, what do you mean?" Luo Zhen said angrily.

Zhao Ding, who looked like a withered lion, smiled slightly, exuding a gleaming domineering aura, "I mean, if the Sacrifice Sword Guild wants to return to the scene, then it must do it the way my Brother Pao Guild did!"

Hu Zhong, who had been silent all this time, finally reacted. He bowed slightly towards the furious Luo Zhen and said to Zhao Ding: "Then please, Mr. Ding, draw the line."

Zhao Ding said coldly: "We are all poor people living in the slums, so naturally whoever has the bigger fist has the final say."

"With Inspector Luo here today, Brother Pao will not bully the younger ones. Li Jun killed the person, so let's resolve it among the juniors."

"I see that all the 'Ten Nobles' from your Sword Festival Club are here today. Huzhong, you choose someone to enter the ring. If he can beat Li Jun, then his life will be handed over to the Sword Festival Club."

"Okay!" Hu Zhong agreed simply.

At the same time, Zhao Dou, who had been hanging his head, suddenly raised his head, stared at the old man who was carrying him with a ferocious face, and shouted in a trembling voice: "I want to raise the bet!"

Kuang Qingyun was furious and cursed: "Zhao Dou, you crazy beast!"

Zhao Dou yelled like a mad dog: "Kang Qingyun, shut the hell up, it's not your turn to speak here!"

A deep sadness appeared on Zhao Ding's thin and dry face, and he said slowly: "What are you betting on?"

"I'll bet my life on you, on Brother Muddy Waters Pao's position at the helm!"

"I promise you." Zhao Ding's eyes were as sharp as a knife and he spoke every word.

Kuang Qingyun looked anxious, "Master Ding!"

Zhao Ding waved his hand and looked at Li Jun, "Ajun, I am sorry for you today. If you are unwilling to come on stage, I can send you away from Chengdu Mansion now."

"Hmph, what a loud tone!" Luo Zhen snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with Zhao Ding's words.

Zhao Ding turned a deaf ear to Luo Zhen's anger and still smiled at Li Jun: "Don't worry, no one can threaten you today. No one can stop a dying old man from going crazy."

After the old man said this, the boxing ring suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone is waiting for Li Jun to make a decision.

Li Jun raised his head and looked around at Brother Muddy Waters Robe. He had not been in this world for a long time, and almost all of these faces were unfamiliar to him, but he was very familiar with the pair of blazing eyes.

The disciples of Pao Ge who exchanged their lives with the Japanese pirates for their lives in the warehouse also had this look in their eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.

How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you?

"I'm going to fight, but I haven't killed enough people from the Sacrifice Sword Guild yet."

Li Jun's answer was equally decisive.

Because he knew that if he chose to escape, even if Zhao Ding really sent him out of Chengdu Mansion, Jiulong Street would be filled with blood today.

Many of these innocent Muddy Waters robe brothers will not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

And if Zhao Dou replaces Zhao Ding, he will also face the endless pursuit of the Brother Pao Society and the Sacrifice Sword Society.

"good!"

Zhao Ding took a deep look at Li Jun's resolute face, and once again couldn't help but glance at the crazy Zhao Dou with his peripheral vision. The sadness in his heart was temporarily blocked in his chest, making the old man's breathing quicken.

"Langren, the honor of the Sword Festival Society will be left to you."

Torizuka tilted his head slightly, and behind him, a Japanese pirate wearing a loose kimono stepped forward. He was the top name among the "Ten Nobles" of the Sacrificial Sword Society, Naniwa Ren.

"What are you doing? You have to play with knives, right? I'll stick with you until the end!"

Kuang Qingyun cursed in a Shu accent. Under Li Jun's surprised eyes, he pulled out a long sheathed knife from his wide sleeves and threw it to him as if by magic.

"Killing Japanese pirates is best done with this thing."

Li Jun drew his sword out of its sheath, a cold light flowed out from the sheath, and a clear and sonorous sound of the sword was heard.

The handle of the knife is as long as an adult's forearm, and the blade is more than one meter long. The blue quenching lines spread down from the blade, and the sharpness of the blade makes people shudder.

When Li Jun saw this type of weapon for the first time, he couldn't help but asked in confusion: "What kind of knife is this?"

Kuang Qingyun's delicate face was full of anger, and he said with a ferocious smile: "My Ming Empire specializes in repairing the Qi family swords of Japanese pirates!"