Only children in Siheyuan make choices. I want them all.

"Buakaw! Buakaw, are you okay?" A bodyguard immediately came forward to check Buakaw's body.

"Jie... Master Jie, Bu... Buakaw was beaten unconscious!" the bodyguard said stutteringly.

"What? What a waste!" Uncle Jie angrily punched the marble coffee table.

He really disgraced himself today. His gold medal fighter couldn't even beat a young man who was less than 20 years old. That would have been fine, but he even lost five million to him. It really makes him angry just thinking about it.

"Don't be angry, Master Jie! No matter how powerful Buakaw is, he is still an ordinary person. I am the successor of a hidden sect. Now I have come down the mountain to gain experience. Naturally, he is no match for me." Zhang Jianjun smiled and comforted him.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense. How come I haven't heard of it? There are hidden sects in China that I don't know about?" Uncle Jie snorted coldly and didn't believe Zhang Jianjun's nonsense at all.

"Uncle Jie, do you believe that I can tell your hidden illness with just my eyes without taking your pulse?" Zhang Jianjun saw that Uncle Jie didn't believe it, so he asked with a smile.

"Oh! Can you tell me, what hidden illness do I have?" Uncle Jie became interested and asked with a smile.

Zhang Jianjun approached Jie Ye and answered in a very low voice: "You have infertility and male dysfunction, am I right?"

When Mr. Jie heard this, his expression changed immediately. Even the people closest to him didn't know about his illnesses.

"How did you know that, kid? Tell me the truth! Otherwise you won't be able to leave this restaurant today." Uncle Jie winked at his men, and more than a dozen pistols were pointed at Zhang Jianjun's head.

"I told you what I saw but you didn't believe me, so you might as well just shoot. If you don't want to give me five million, just say so. Why are you playing these little tricks on me?" Zhang Jianjun's expression did not change at all when the gun was pointed at him. Instead, he arrogantly took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

"Young man, aren't you afraid of death? You can remain calm even with so many guns pointed at your head." Uncle Jie asked curiously.

"Afraid! Of course I'm afraid! But you bunch of trash can't kill me!" Zhang Jianjun answered indifferently.

"You're too arrogant, boy. Do you believe I can shoot you to death?" a bodyguard shouted.

At this time, Uncle Xie secretly observed Zhang Jianjun and found that Zhang Jianjun looked normal, without any sign of fear. Uncle Xie was now in a dilemma. If he didn't shoot, how would he survive in the future? Wouldn't his subordinates look down on him?

But he didn't dare to take the risk of shooting. What if Zhang Jianjun was really from some hidden sect? Wouldn't he be in big trouble? Time passed in silence, and no one dared to speak.

Just then Zhang Jianjun finished smoking a cigarette. He put the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray, turned around and asked with a smile: "Mr. Jie, can you fulfill your promise now?"

Uncle Xie was stunned for a long time. He didn't expect Zhang Jianjun to be so bold. But in the end, Uncle Xie said nothing. Instead, he took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote a cash check for five million, and handed it to Zhang Jianjun.

"Thank you!" Zhang Jianjun took the check expressionlessly and put it in his pocket.

"Well! Young man, can you really help me cure my hidden illness?" Uncle Jie asked with hope on his face. After all, he was over 40 years old and had no children of his own.

"Two million!" Zhang Jianjun spit out three words with a smile.

"What? What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly." Uncle Jie picked his ears, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

"I said the medical expenses are two million, and I will help you cure your hidden illness. Did you hear me clearly now?" Zhang Jianjun raised his voice and repeated it again.

"Fuck! What did you say, kid? I just gave you five million and you're still not satisfied. Now you want two million. Do you really think that we, Master Jie, are being taken advantage of?" The bodyguard said as he picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it hard on Zhang Jianjun's head.

Uncle Jie just stood by and watched. He wanted to see how Zhang Jianjun would react. At worst, he would just scold his men and use this as a way to test Zhang Jianjun's abilities.

There was a loud "bang" and Zhang Jianjun leaned back on the sofa, his expression still calm.

"Push harder! Didn't you eat today?" Zhang Jianjun curled his lips, looking indifferent.

"How dare you look down on me, kid!" The bodyguard was so angry that he picked up a heavy ashtray and smashed it on Zhang Jianjun's head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..." The sound of ashtrays hitting heads continued to ring out in the hall.

"Stop! Stop! Do you want to kill him?" After a while, seeing that the situation was not good, Mr. Jie hurriedly stopped the bodyguard who was committing the crime.

"You're lucky, Mr. Jie let..." The bodyguard didn't finish his words before he froze in place.

Just imagine a normal person, if he was hit on the head by a heavy ashtray more than ten times, even if he survived, he would probably have a bloody head. But look at Zhang Jianjun, even his hair style was not messed up.

"You don't even have the strength to beat someone up, yet you still call him a gangster! I advise you to go back to the countryside and farm as soon as possible!" Zhang Jianjun killed someone and broke his heart, and he still made a sarcastic remark.

"Uncle Jie!" The bodyguard wanted to explain something but didn't know how to start.

"Okay, you can go down now!" Uncle Jie waved his hand, asking the bodyguard to leave.

"Wait, you can't leave! You hit me thirteen times just now, and you have to compensate me ten thousand yuan for each hit. Just give me one hundred and thirty thousand yuan!" Zhang Jianjun spoke up and blocked the bodyguard's way.

"I have no money!" the bodyguard replied.

At this moment, Zhang Jianjun suddenly moved. Thumb-sized steel balls flew out from his hands, and dozens of people present were knocked to the ground in an instant. Only Jie Ye and Yin Xinyue were not attacked.

"This..." Uncle Jie was so shocked that he was speechless.

In just one second, dozens of his thugs were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive. If Jie Ye had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that this was something a human could do.

"No martial arts in the world is unbreakable except speed! You still don't believe that I am a disciple of a hidden sect?" Zhang Jianjun pretended to be mysterious and said something very pretentious.

"Believe it! I believe it! Here are three million. Consider it as my compensation for your loss today. I also hope you can help me cure my hidden illness." Uncle Jie hurriedly and respectfully handed over a check for three million.

"Jianjun, when did you become so powerful? Why haven't I heard you say anything about it?" Yin Xinyue asked excitedly.

Zhang Jianjun was overjoyed. This was a chance for him to show off. So he pretended to be profound and said, "My master always taught me to be low-key. Although my master can fly with a sword and take a person's head from a distance of a thousand meters away as easily as drinking water, do I have to tell everyone I see?"

Mr. Jie was truly convinced at this time, and he no longer dared to underestimate Zhang Jianjun. Instead, he flattered him with a smile on his face: "Master Zhang is right. We should be like Master Zhang, humble and low-key!"

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