Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi

Guan Zisen casually glanced at Ah Fei and Ah Ji, who was bowing his head to say hello, "Ah Rong, why did you introduce your little brother to me so well?"

"Brother Sen, they were the ones who discovered the previous collusion between Da Kou Jiu and Liang Kun."

"Oh?" Guan Zisen became a little interested, "Are these two people?"

"Yes, and when I was in the hospital, it was only with his help that I was able to catch Dakoujiu smoothly. A Fei and A Ji were really loyal to the club." Zheng Jirong said sincerely.

"It's a good seedling. All you have to do is train it well, Ah Rong." Guan Zisen said nonchalantly.

"Brother Sen, I thought so at first, but they told me they only wanted to talk to you. These two guys have indeed contributed to the club, so I brought them over to show you."

Guan Zisen chewed his teeth after hearing this. He was usually a free-spirited person and almost never took his little brother with him when he went out.

Zheng Jirong saw Guan Zisen's reluctance and patiently explained: "Brother Sen, I know you usually don't like to take care of younger brothers, but the club has been having constant friction with Hongxing and the number gang recently, so it's safer to have two younger brothers by your side. "

"Besides, Brother Sen, you always have to have a few people around you to serve you tea and pour water, and to rub your shoulders and back. Ah Fei and A Ji have been serving you well at Dakou Jiu before." Zheng Ji continued.

"Damn it, wouldn't it be better for me to find two pretty girls to do the work of serving tea, pouring water, squeezing shoulders and beating backs?" Guan Zaisen said disdainfully, but he did hear someone say that Da Kou Jiu took two pretty good ones some time ago. My little brother served him very comfortably.

And what Ah Rong said makes sense. With the recent troubles, it would be good to have two human shields around to block the gunfire.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, "Okay, Afei Aji, right? If you have contributed to the society, I will make an exception and accept you."

Although Afei Aji was indifferent in his heart, he still had a flattering smile on his face, "Thank you Brother Sen, we will be Brother Sen's people from now on!"

"Yes, Brother Sen, no matter what happens in the future, just arrange it for us."

Guan Zisen nodded with satisfaction and stopped caring about them. He turned to Zheng Jirong and said, "Ah Rong, you have been paying more attention to matters on your territory recently. Liangkun just became the leader of Hongxing and is now arrogant." He's very domineering, so you have to be more careful."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong said with a serious face: "I know Brother Sen."

Now that Liangkun has become the leader of Hongxing, his death is not far away. I hope he can take a few more with him before he dies.

Thinking of this, he calmly glanced at Guan Zisen, who was taking drugs.

After wandering around the gambling stall for a few times, Zheng Jirong took Wu Liushou and others and left first, successfully leaving Afei and Aji with Brother Sen. The next thing to do was to wait patiently.

"Brother Rong, where are we going?" asked the left hand driving the car.

Zheng Jirong glanced at Wu Liushou, the co-pilot. He had a great time fighting at the martial arts gym last time, "Go to the boxing gym over the newly reclaimed land."

The places in his territory are basically nightclubs, bars and restaurants. There is only one "Juwei Boxing Gym" on Xinchendi Street. This is Dakoujiu's property and is now owned by him.

Zheng Jirong couldn't help but sigh that it would be nice if there were more good people like Da Koujiu.

In the boxing gym.

Zheng Jirong took off his shirt, stretched his muscles on the ring, and then hooked Wu Liu's hand, "Ah Shou, I had a great time fighting you last time. I don't need to be angry this time. Let's learn from each other again."

"Okay!" Wu Liushou looked excited. This guy is a martial arts fanatic and would be happier than anyone else to have the chance to fight.

He took a few steps and stood on the ring with a somersault. He spread his hands and roared, and the shirt on his upper body burst into pieces.

Zheng Jirong's eyes twitched as he watched. He noticed that Wu Liushou seemed to be undressed before he made a move.

Wu Liushou still struck first, kicking the ground with his right foot and rushing towards him like a tiger.

Zheng Jirong stepped on the ground with his toes, rushed forward fiercely, raised his hand to block the force, turned around and punched hard, hitting him hard.

Seeing this, Wu Liushou forced his body to the left, but was also rubbed by this heavy punch, and his whole right arm felt sore.

After seeing Wu Liu's hand pulling away, Zheng Jirong twisted his waist and whipped his leg from top to bottom, like a tomahawk falling down.

Wu Liushou's hind leg was forced to take a few steps. Seeing that the blow missed, Zheng Jirong rushed towards Wu Liushou with another high whip, leg and hook kick.

Wu Liu used his hands to avoid the whip kick, and used both hands to parry Zheng Jirong's kick. He raised and blocked his hands in an attempt to neutralize the force of the kick.

Zheng Jirong didn't panic when he saw it. He kicked Wu Liushou's knee with his left foot from a low position. Wu Liushou twisted his knee to avoid it. Zheng Jirong's right foot kicked Wu Liushou's knee with a hidden kick. Tibia.

Wu Liu's hand was in pain, and he grunted and took a few steps back to reach the ring ropes. Zheng Jirong took advantage of the situation to pursue Wu Liu's hand with various whip, leg, sweep, and horizontal kicks.

Wu Liushou kept intercepting and parrying with both arms. Zheng Jirong seized the flaw, turned around and kicked Wu Liushou's torso, and kicked him out of the ring.

Wu Liu rolled his hands under the ring and punched a few times, rubbed his chest and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brother Rong, your kicking skills are so bad, I can't even touch you!"

"Damn, it's my fault for having long legs." Zheng Jirong looked at Wu Liu's hands rubbing his chest and couldn't help but sigh that this guy can really take a beating. He was hit in the foot so many times, and there were several hidden kicks, but not a single bone was broken.

What a good human shield!

Wu Liushou looked at Zheng Jirong's long legs, which were 1.86 meters tall, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Rong, how do you practice this kick? It's like a tan kick and a lost kick. There are constant hidden kicks. It's impossible to prevent it." Stay!"

Zheng Jirong shook his head, "I don't know either. I have been practicing martial arts with my senior brother since I was a child. The moves taught by my master are mainly practical."

"It's you." Zheng Jirong looked at Wu Liu's shirt that was scattered on the floor. "What kind of skill are you doing? Why did you explode your own clothes first when you hit back?"

Wu Liu touched his head in embarrassment and said: "Brother Rong, I don't want to either, but after we have mastered [Huangji Jingtian Fist], as soon as we use it, the muscles in our body will expand and harden very quickly, and our clothes will be broken." It’s a common thing.”

Zheng Jirong looked Wu Liushou up and down, and the muscles on his body were indeed much more bulging than before he burst out of his clothes. It seemed that this "Huangji Jingtian Fist" was still a martial arts practice. No wonder this guy is so resistant to beatings.

But that's fine, at least when we start fighting with other clubs in the future, having Wu Liu, who bursts into tears whenever he disagrees, will definitely be able to scare a lot of people.

Zheng Jirong was still about to say something, but then his cell phone suddenly rang on the table. He picked it up and saw that it was Meng Na.

Zheng Jirong waved his hand, and after sending Zuo Zuo and Wu Liushou out, he pressed the connect button.

"Hello"

"Brother Rong, you haven't come to see me for several days."

"It's only been three days since today."

"But our previous agreement was that you would accompany me once every three days."

"...If you have anything to say, please tell me immediately."

"I have the evidence ready and can hand it over to you at any time."

After Zheng Jirong heard this, he narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "See you at the same place tomorrow afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Jirong sat on the chair and thought for a while, then dialed the phone, "Ayi, come to Juwei Boxing Gym."

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