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After Xu Qingqing finished his cough, Yang Wutao's driver was already waiting for him at the school gate.

All the way straight to Yang's house, Yang Wutao personally welcomed Xu Qing into the house, served tea and water, very polite.

"I wonder how sure Mr. Xu is about tomorrow night's match?" Yang Wutao asked after he sat down, rubbing his hands.

Xu Qing shook his head casually: "I don't know how sure it is. But if you lose, I'll return you a villa and help you settle the Liu family by the way."

Yang Wutao hurriedly laughed and said, "No, no. Mr. Xu is too polite."

But even though he said so, he had other thoughts in his heart.

Yang Wutao is a martial artist himself, and he has been in the underground world all year round. He knows how important a martial artist with high kung fu is in Wanyuan City.

Like Zhao Beihai, if there were no martial artists who spent a lot of money to support each month, how could he have made such a big business?

It is enough for those martial artists who usually have no food to harass him one by one, it is enough for him to drink a pot, let alone concentrate on business.

The Bu family, Bu Wanshan also relied on a pair of fists to make a name for himself.

He then turned to business, and everyone would look at his fists back then, give him a little bit of a face, and he would be no disadvantage.

That's why Bu Wanshan sent Bu Lianjun to learn martial arts in order to make way for the Bu family to have successors.

As for Yang Wutao himself, he has grown older recently, especially after his last battle with the masters of the Liu family, he has understood the truth of "fisting is afraid of the young".

But in the past few years, he has not put his mind on the company's management at all, and there is no way out. Once he can't move anymore, the decline of the Yang family is inevitable.

At present, in Wanyuan City, the Zhao family occupies the first rank. After that, the Liu family, the Bu family, the Yang family, the Hu family, the Zhang family and other major families will be lowered by another rank.

There are also the heads of many sects such as Tianquanmen, Xingdoumen, Fantianquan, etc., although they usually don't participate in the division of economic power in Wanyuan City.

But relying on their extraordinary kung fu and the many disciples under their sect, they are also a force that should not be underestimated.

But the cake in Wanyuan City is so big, and several forces divide it up together, and everyone wants to squeeze the others away so that they can eat it all for themselves.

Naturally, no one dared to move the Zhao family now, and the Liu family had a faint tendency to rise through the master who had recently made offerings.

Although the Bu family is slightly inferior to the Yang family now, but Bu will definitely take the Bu family to another level after training in the army.

Only Yang Wutao's Yang family squandered their ancestors' money, sitting and eating.

Back then, Yang Wutao's grandfather's generation was the number one in Wanyuan City!

The Yang family at that time was much more prestigious than the Zhao family now!
Even when the county magistrate took office, he had to take the initiative to go to his home to say hello to Mrs. Yang.

Yang Wutao never thought that he could bring the Yang family back to the peak at that time?
Helpless, there is no such possibility on his own.

So this time, Yang Wutao planned to take advantage of the martial arts competition tomorrow night, like the Liu family, to support a warrior, and through him to enhance the Yang family's right to speak in Wanyuan City.

Even if you can't squeeze other houses away, you can't be squeezed away.

After returning from Bu's house the day before yesterday, Yang Wutao had been thinking about this matter, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Xu Qing was not reliable.

He even suspected that Xu Qing must have cheated when he interrupted Bu Lianjun's arm!
After all, in his eyes, Xu Qing was just too ordinary. His figure, appearance, and temperament didn't look like a martial arts practitioner at all.

Yang Wutao loves to gamble by nature, so how could he bet all his money on Xu Qing?
So yesterday he entrusted a large group of people to visit experts everywhere, and finally found an extremely powerful expert in Jiangchuan City, and specially invited them overnight.

For one thing, he took this expert as insurance, once Xu Qing was defeated on stage, he wouldn't let himself be defeated completely.

Secondly, Xu Qing once asked him to quit gambling once he helped him win the game.

But the master won, so why are there so many life-threatening troubles?Just pay on a monthly basis.

Inviting Xu Qing to his home today was precisely to let him meet with the expert he had specially invited first, so that Xu Qing would not think that she would treat him as a life-saving straw and manipulate him at will.

But how could his ghostly thoughts escape Xu Qing's eyes?

From Yang Wutao's perfunctory words just now, Xu Qing has already noticed that this guy is no longer as polite as when he was begging himself at Bu's house.

After the two chattered without saying a word for a long time, Yang Wutao looked at his watch, guessing that the master was already on his way to his house, and said in a calm tone:

"Mr. Xu, I hope you don't misunderstand something. Yesterday, a friend of mine knew that I was injured recently. In order to fight for me, he specially invited a senior man from another city to come back for me. You happened to compete with him .”

Xu Qing smiled coldly, knowing in his heart that this was because Yang Wutao didn't believe in his own strength, so he deliberately found someone to take double insurance.

But seeing that he said it so tactfully, not to mention that I only helped out for Yang Yanli's sake, so I responded indifferently:

"It's fine. As long as you remember your promise."

Sure enough, half an hour later, the housekeeper of the Yang family brought in a middle-aged man with a strong physique and a bearded face. He looked like a Lianjiazi.

Yang Wutao hurriedly brought him over, and introduced him to Xu Qing: "Master Zhang Zixiong is the chief instructor of the 'Wei Yang' Martial Arts Academy in Jiangchuan City."

"His master is Han Jiangsheng's eldest disciple Han Boss!"

"En!" Xu Qing took a sip from the teacup without raising his eyelids.

Seeing this, Yang Wutao felt dissatisfied: Master Zhang is already a well-known instructor in Jiangsu province, so why don't you say hello to him when you meet?Why didn't you even say hello?
Zhang Zixiong on the side looked coldly at Xu Qing, who was sitting still and drinking tea, and he also became angry a long time ago:

With his own name, he will be respected wherever he goes, and he will be greeted every time he goes out.

This kid doesn't even have full hair, what right does he have to sit and drink tea in front of me?

"Boss Yang, you want me to compete with this brat?" Zhang Zixiong sneered, "Do you think my fists are getting old?"

Yang Wutao looked embarrassed, and said: "Master Zhang, don't misunderstand, you are a distinguished guest from my family. This Mr. Xu was introduced by my friend. I heard that he is very good at fighting."

"Oh, Boss Yang, you are too careless. Fortunately, you found me this time. Otherwise, you might not want to get this villa back, and you will have to take your daughter in again."

While Zhang Zixiong was talking, he walked to the bluestone in the corner. He intentionally showed off and poked a finger on the bluestone, turned around and said with a smile, "Boss Yang, you have no eyes on this stone, isn't it good?"

While talking and laughing, I saw his fingers pierced into the hard bluestone!
As a joke, Zhang Zixiong poked five finger holes on the bluestone, then bent his fingers deliberately, and said with a smile:
"Boss Yang, this martial arts competition must be called the master of the Liu family, and he will be smashed to pieces!"

After all, he slapped his palm on the bluestone, and the stone cracked into powder!