Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

"Okay, Chairman Zhang really lives up to his reputation."

"I said President Zhang can win."

"My Daqingyun City is absolutely invincible!"

The onlookers shouted excitedly.

Zhang Nian's brows were frowned like a ditch on a field ridge.

He waved to everyone and said.

"Hurry up and fix the door."

However, as soon as he turned around, he noticed something different.

Suddenly, the dozen or so people standing in front knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Surprised in Zhang Nian's heart, he looked down and found out.

It turned out that the members of the Fang family did not leave, but all stayed in the yard.

It was them who were kneeling on the ground at this time.

"President Zhang, please, please save us."

A thin young man kept scratching his fair chest with his hands.

At this time, his originally pale skin had been scratched with more than a dozen blood marks, and the blood kept flowing out.

However, his hands never stopped.

"As members of the Fang family, why do you come to us for help?"

Zhang Nian snorted coldly, turned his head and walked inside.

"President Zhang, President Zhang, if you are willing to save us, we are willing to act like cattle and horses. We will fix your door for you. From now on, we will be your first line of defense. No one will be allowed in. Let's go!" ."

The few people in the back shouted almost frantically.

Zhang Nian's figure paused, and began to calculate in his mind.

After a long time, he turned back and walked to the side of the crowd.

Reach out and gently pull the first person's clothes off.

Suddenly there was a foul smell from inside.

Xun so that everyone next to him couldn't help but backed away.

Zhang Nian couldn't help but rolled his eyes and asked.

"what's going on?"

"The butler gave us the poison. This poison will not be fatal, but it will make us very uncomfortable. You see, all of us have this symptom."

As he said that, the people behind him consciously pulled their clothes away.

Sure enough, everyone's body was more or less covered with bloodstains.

These bloodstains looked like they were scratched by their own hands.

"But you should go to the doctor for this."

"Doctors can't cure it at all. This is the Fang family's exclusive poison, and no one can cure it."

Zhang Nian laughed out loud.

He laughed tremblingly and said.

"Aren't you making it up for yourself? No one can cure it. How can I cure it?"

As he was talking, he suddenly heard someone whispering behind him.

"I seem to know the antidote."

There was an uproar at the scene, and everyone fell silent.

Everyone's eyes turned to the back.

Countless eyes gathered on the corners of the crowd.

Standing there were exactly Shuo Zi and Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi was also looking up at the lock.

Shuozi's face turned red when everyone saw it.

He scratched his head and said again.

"I seem to have seen it before, but I don't know if it works."

After speaking, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Nian, as if seeking his meaning.

Zhang Nian pondered for a few seconds, nodded, and said.

"Then what can be done, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If you want to try it, go with Uncle Suozi."

The group of people quickly kowtowed on the ground, and Zhang Nian waved his hands impatiently.

They just stood up and followed the lock to the other side.

"President, this door."

Someone spoke softly from behind.

Zhang Nian came back to his senses and looked towards the door.

The gate has been severely damaged, and the place connecting the stone walls on both sides has been directly distorted.

In the rest of the place, some places have been directly broken.

"Forget it, wait until they are cured, let them come, you should strengthen the guard recently."

Zhang Nian said, and looked back.

There are probably dozens of these people standing outside the martial arts association, barely able to cope with emergencies.

But over time.
Zhang Nian stared blankly at the vacant seats beside them, those should have belonged to the curators of martial arts who were in the martial arts association before.

However, none of them came when the incident happened.

At the entrance of the Liangji martial arts hall, the fat man was pacing back and forth in a suit and leather shoes with a leather bag between his hands.

His head was bald, but at this time it had been stained with sweat and turned into a matte surface.

Seeing Zhang Nian and the others coming back, the fat man hurried up to meet them.

When he got to the front, Zhang Nian could clearly see the sweat on his face.

"It's not dog days yet, fat man, did you just come out of the bathhouse?"

Tang Shan said with a grin.

The fat man smiled perfunctorily, and walked directly in front of Zhang Nian.

"Master Zhang, something serious happened."

"Don't worry, what happened?"

Zhang Nian looked at the fat man strangely, but this man who does everything he wants is like an ant on a hot pot.

"Something went wrong inside my gang, dead people, two dead."

The fat man anxiously twisted the leather bag with his hands.

When they heard the news, everyone didn't react for a while, and looked at the fat man in a daze.

The fat man was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said again.

"Oh, I mean, the two who died are the father and son of the Li family!"

"what?"

Everyone shouted in unison, as if a switch had been touched.

Zhang Nian glanced around speechlessly, and finally his eyes fell on the fat man.

He looked at the fat man's drenched clothes and smiled.

"What did you tell me to do? You should call the police."

The fat man touched the sweat on his head, but the sweat flowed out even more.

"I thought you'd be interested in that."

After speaking, he said a few words to himself, then turned and walked towards his car.

After the fat man left, Zhang Nian's eyes suddenly changed.

He looked at the people behind him.

"Sure enough, we guessed right."

Bai Yidao's expression also became a little scary.

Tang Yun next to him pulled Xiaocheng and Xiaoqi and said.

"What are your expressions? If you guess right, you guess right. There are no enemies here, so don't do anything."

Zhang Nian smiled, turned around and walked back without saying anything.

"Is there no one else today?"

Zhang Nian opened the door and asked.

Bai Yidao and Tang Shan walked in, each occupying a sofa, and the people next to them had to look for stools.

"Of course not. Since they are all out of business, where did they come from?"

Bai Yidao stretched out his limbs, lay comfortably on the sofa and said.

Tang Shan laughed and said.

"That's fine, we're still having fun, aren't we?"

Just as she was talking, Tang Yun snorted and said.

"It seems that there is no one there."

Before the words were finished, the door was pushed open again, and several people walked in.

Everyone took a closer look, and the few people who walked in seemed to be not very old, and the oldest looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

However, everyone seems to have an aura that doesn't match their age.