Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

After they finished talking, one of them said with a sly smile on his face:

"Hey, kid from the Liao family, is the old man from your family already dead? You actually sent a brat like you to show up in public."

Hearing this, Liao Liewen's face instantly turned gloomy. He opened his eyes wide and angrily shouted:

"Shut up! Xu Qianshan, my father was merciful and spared your life. I never thought you would have the guts to come back today!"

"Hmph, stop flattering yourself here! If I hadn't been blessed with great fortune and the blessing of fate, how could your long-deceased father have shown mercy and not been ruthless?" Xu Qianshan retorted, not wanting to be outdone.

You know, the grievances between the two families have become a thing of the past, but at this moment both sides still insist on their own opinions and refuse to give in to each other.

In fact, no matter how we argue, it all comes down to the old saying - whoever is stronger and has the bigger and more powerful fist will have the truth and the right to speak.

At this time, He Yuzhu, who had been standing silently by the side, quietly leaned close to Liao Lieying's ear and whispered in a low voice:

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems like your family used to be quite domineering in the business world!"

Liao Lieying's pretty face instantly turned red like a ripe apple.

In front of so many people, He Yuzhu actually whispered to her so intimately, which really made her feel a little uneasy and difficult to adapt.

So, she also lowered her voice and responded:

"Oh, don't talk nonsense! Xu Qianshan was a lackey of the foreigners at that time, who specialized in oppressing our own people. Later, my father carefully planned a plan to alienate us, hoping to catch him in one fell swoop and eliminate future troubles. Unfortunately, it was not as we wished, and in the end, the cunning Xu Qianshan managed to escape by luck."

He Yuzhu nodded slightly to show his agreement. He knew in his heart that the past grievances were no longer important now. After all, he had a close relationship with the Liao family and stood firmly on the side of the Liao family.

Liao Liewen had been through many ups and downs in the business world and was extremely shrewd. Although he was extremely shocked inside, he did not reveal the slightest flaw on his face.

He just laughed heartily and said:

"Xu Qianshan, ah Xu Qianshan, I never thought that you would have the guts to come back here after all this. In that case, don't even think about leaving today, just leave the person here for me!"

Hearing this, Xu Qianshan snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with hatred and anger. He gritted his teeth and replied:

"Liao Liewen, if it weren't for your Liao family's constant pressure, how could I have ended up like that? I tried my best and went through untold hardships to finally escape from Hong Kong. And these shocking scars on my body are a constant reminder of the suffering I once endured. Today I come back here to avenge this blood feud, and I will not stop until I have completely defeated your Liao family!"

After saying that, Xu Qianshan suddenly pulled up his sleeves, revealing an ugly scar that was twisted and winding like a centipede.

The scar that stretched across his thick arm looked particularly hideous and terrifying, as if telling of the blood and pain that its owner had once experienced.

Then, Xu Qianshan continued to roar:

"Over the years, I have traveled across the ocean to Southeast Asia and practiced boxing day and night, all for the sake of being able to kill my enemies one day and let your Liao family also have a taste of being bullied!"

Facing Xu Qianshan's anger, Liao Liewen remained calm. After a moment of silence, he said slowly:

"Xu Qianshan, those old things have been gone for so long. Now is a great time for economic development. In my opinion, why don't we sit down and talk calmly, and look for opportunities for win-win cooperation and make money together? Why do we have to fight to the death?"

After careful consideration, Liao Liewen finally decided to try to reach a reconciliation with the other party.

Although the value of the properties bet by both parties is only around one million, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is just the beginning of this fierce competition.

Because this competition is of vital importance to the Liao family. If they unfortunately lose, the consequences will be disastrous - not only will they lose the piece of land that everyone is paying attention to, but even the core business of the bank may be difficult to maintain.

Once this happens, Xu Qianshan will certainly seize the opportunity, continue to exert pressure mercilessly, and use all kinds of sinister means behind the scenes to make the Liao family's banking business difficult until it completely goes bankrupt.

Faced with such a dire situation, the wisest decision might be to reluctantly sell the bank and then stay away from this troubled place - Hong Kong.

After all, everyone knew that Xu Qianshan harbored a deep hatred towards the Liao family.

At this time, Xu Qianshan sneered:

"Oh? It's not impossible to reconcile. Just stand still and let me cut you three times, then shoot you. If you can dodge these attacks, I will not pursue the past. We can sit down and talk peacefully."

Hearing this, Liao Liewen's face changed instantly, and he snorted coldly and said:

"According to what you said, there is no room for negotiation at all. Do you really think that you can do whatever you want and do whatever you want just because you have mastered martial arts?"

"Hahaha!" Xu Qianshan raised his head and laughed.

"I practice boxing diligently day and night, not just for the sake of being able to use my iron fist to hit you Liao family members hard one day. Stop talking nonsense, come over here if you have the guts!"

His eyes were wide open and he exuded a fierce aura, as if he would pounce forward and deal a fatal blow to Liao Liewen at any time.

Liao Liewen knew very well that with things having developed to this point, it was almost impossible to resolve the issue through negotiation, and only a battle between the two sides could determine the outcome.

He just sneered and said loudly:

"Haha, Xu Qianshan, are you the only one who has practiced Kung Fu to the level of Hua Jin?" After saying that, he raised his head and laughed.

Before the laughter died down, Liao Liewen turned to look at Zhang Zhentian beside him, bowed and said:

"Master Zhang, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to come in person this time."

Zhang Zhentian nodded with a gloomy face after hearing this, and then turned to the young man standing beside him and whispered:

"Mingjie, go down first and test the other party's strength."

You know, in a competition like this, usually the powerful bigwigs will not fight directly at the beginning. According to convention, they will often take turns to fight, first letting the disciples of each sect come on stage to warm up, so as to gradually wear down the opponent's overall strength.

This young man named Mingjie is a talented disciple who is qualified to become a master.

This time he was allowed to appear first, on the one hand, naturally he wanted to take the opportunity to show how powerful the martial arts he taught were;

On the other hand, he also hoped to let Li Ka Shing on the other side see with his own eyes what kind of outstanding skills the excellent apprentice he taught has.

After receiving instructions from his master, the young man who had been following Zhang Zhentian nodded, then slowly stood up and walked to one side of the venue with steady and powerful steps.

After standing firm, he smiled and made a very provocative invitation gesture towards his opponent.

Mingjie is the most talented disciple of mine. He has been learning martial arts from me for more than ten years.

After such long years of hard training and polishing, his martial arts have reached a superb level. It would be no problem for him to deal with just a few of Xu Qianshan's disciples.

As Zhang Zhentian spoke, his tone was filled with immense confidence and pride.

"Humph! Don't you have anyone else to use? Why do you send a young boy like this to die in vain?"

Hearing this, Xu Qianshan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of contempt, and then reached out and gently patted a disciple beside him.

The burly, strong man stood up upon hearing the sound and walked steadily towards the center of the field.

"Take the move!"

Mingjie is a man of strong character. As the saying goes, a knight breaks the law with force. He practices martial arts diligently every day, so how could he tolerate others looking down on him like this?

After shouting a warning loudly according to the rules of the underworld, his body suddenly shook and he rushed forward as fast as an arrow.

At the same time, Xu Qianshan's apprentice did not dare to delay and reacted instantly. In the blink of an eye, the two were already fighting each other.

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For a moment, all you see is fists and feet fighting back and forth, and every move and every style is as majestic and powerful as a tiger descending from the mountain.

The two sides attacked at extremely fast speeds, and their figures kept changing positions. He Yuzhu, who was watching the fight, could not help but frown when he saw this.

Because in his eyes, although the moves performed by Mingjie were considered to be quite standard, there was nothing novel about them, and it was really hard to impress people.

Considering that Mingjie has only been practicing martial arts with his master for so many years, it is not difficult to guess that his real combat experience is actually quite scarce.

However, in stark contrast, the disciple Xu Qianshan accepted was completely different. This person's moves were vicious and merciless, and each move was aimed directly at the opponent's vital parts, as if he wanted to put the enemy to death.

Such a fierce and deadly attack often put Mingjie in a passive defensive situation, and he was exhausted from dealing with it. If he was not careful, Mingjie would be hit in the vitals by the opponent and be seriously injured.

Therefore, at every critical moment, Mingjie always had to sacrifice his own safety to rescue in order to avoid being seriously injured.

As the two sides fought back and forth, the difference in strength soon became apparent. It was obvious that Mingjie's defeat was only a matter of time.

At this moment, the two figures in the field suddenly separated rapidly. Then, one of them flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

The man drew an arc in the air and then fell heavily to the ground, making a dull impact sound.

The sound was so loud that even the onlookers could clearly feel the ground beneath their feet shaking violently.

Upon closer inspection, the person lying on the ground like a broken sack was actually Mingjie!

Zhang Zhentian's face had become extremely gloomy since the beginning of the fight between the two. Seeing Mingjie being hit hard and falling to the ground, he finally couldn't hold back his anxiety and worry, and blurted out:

"Mingjie!" The voice was full of concern and tension.

On the other hand, Xu Qianshan grinned with a smug look on his face.

His eyes, which were not big to begin with, were narrowed into a slit, revealing a look of complacency that was difficult to conceal.

Xu Qianshan was obviously very satisfied with the performance of his beloved disciple. After all, he had cultivated him carefully and taught him everything he knew, and now he finally saw the results.

As the saying goes, "Train your soldiers for a thousand days and deploy them only for a moment." Today's competition undoubtedly proved that I have taught well, and this apprentice has fully understood and mastered the essence of my martial arts.

After laughing, Xu Qianshan turned to look at Zhang Zhentian and said provocatively:

"How about it? Do you have any other disciples who don't know how to live or die and want to come up and die? If not, how about we go down and fight it out in person?"

As he said this, Xu Qianshan crossed his arms across his chest, looking as if he was sure of victory.

Zhang Zhentian snorted coldly, his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, and his heart felt as heavy as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on it.

You know, Mingjie is his most valued disciple! Not only is he extremely talented, but he is also very hardworking and diligent in his daily training.

But it was really hard for him to accept that such an outstanding disciple was defeated at this moment.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, knowing that even if he replaced his disciples, they would probably just become the laughing stock of others.

So he took a deep breath, tried hard to put aside all the chaotic negative thoughts in his mind, gritted his teeth, and walked slowly into the arena with slightly heavy steps.

After standing still, Zhang Zhentian clasped his hands together and said loudly to the person opposite him:

"I am the owner of Shengwei Martial Arts School. I practice Cailifo boxing. My last name is Zhang Zhentian. May I ask who your master is?"

However, what responded to him was Xu Qianshan's extremely cold words:

"Don't try to get close to me or build a relationship with me here! My master is from overseas and has nothing to do with you Southern School martial arts! Stop talking nonsense and come up and die!"

In fact, Zhang Zhentian originally wanted to ease the tense atmosphere by making friends. After all, everyone came from Hong Kong, so there should be some ties between them.

However, Xu Qianshan did not give any face at all. His attitude was extremely cold and tough.

At this point, even though he knew that his strength might not be as good as his opponent's, Zhang Zhentian could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He opened his eyes wide, shouted loudly, and gathered his strength, and pounced towards Xu Qianshan like an arrow.

In an instant, the two began a fierce life-and-death contest. Their fists swung with a whirring sound, bringing with them gusts of wind; their movements were as swift as wind and lightning, and everyone present could only vaguely see two black shadows entangled in the middle of the field, unable to be separated.