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Jason thought this was a good idea. The sect masters in Daxia always liked sandbags that could be hit.

"I didn't expect you to knock out Greiss with one punch." Shanni took Chen Qi to see Jason, with seductive desire in her eyes.

Chen Qi is at least a person who has followed Howard through the upper class society. Although he has not vented his anger for more than 60 years, he is not willing to give in.

Shanni didn't look good when she saw that the other party didn't understand him.

"Chen Qi, this is 2000 US dollars, you deserve it."

Chen Qi entered the room, and Harrison held a wad of money and handed it over.

Chen Qi didn't expect it to go so smoothly. After listening to Gres' threat just now, he was afraid that force would be used tonight and some people would be killed.

I didn’t expect the other party to be so easy to talk to.

"Chen Qi, I have a good job here. I wonder if you are interested. If you do a good job, you will get a generous salary." Jason put his hand on the desk and asked seriously.

"Let's talk about it." Chen Qi nodded and said casually.

"Da Xia Clan, let's hear it." Jason said.

"No." Chen Qi said.

Jason showed a surprised expression: "The largest Chinese gangster in New York, you are also Chinese, but you don't know about the Daxia Clan."

"Oh, let's get to the point." Chen Qi said as if nothing had happened. He was the President of the United States. He had only just found out who it was, let alone Daxia Clan.

Jason didn't mind the other party's calmness and arrogance very much: "The master of Daxia Clan needs a sparring partner. I hope you can go."

"How much is the salary?" Chen Qidao said that the 21st century is a naked economic world, and money is almost everything.

"Daily salary 10000" Jason said with a sinister look on his lips. The last sandbag he delivered lasted for three days and earned 30000 US dollars. This was the longest lasting sandbag.

"Okay." Chen Qi agreed decisively, "But before that, you have to give me a deposit of 10000."

Jason thought he heard wrong, and his face twitched: "I introduced you to the job, and I also want to give you a deposit."

"I like to buy insurance for myself. Could it be that what you give me is a good job?" Chen Qi sneered.

"You are a smart man, you should know your situation." Jason said quietly, and six thugs walked in immediately.

Shanni was scared and ran out.

"It's because you don't know your situation." Chen Qi said, suddenly taking action, each punch and kick contained internal energy, like a heavy hammer. There was only the sound of cracking bones, and a circle of thugs covered the ground.

Jason opened the drawer and tried to get his gun.

Chen Qi raised his foot and kicked the table.

Wrapped in the wind, the edge of the table pressed against Jason's wrist. Jason screamed in pain.

Harrison stood there, wanting to make a move but not daring to do so. Chen Qi glanced at him and was so frightened that he stepped back and hit the wall.

Obviously they didn't understand their situation. This was a group of sheep negotiating a deal with a tiger. Chen Qi's quick and decisive moves were just like the master of Daxia Clan.

Harrison kept winking at Jason.

"Here, we'll give you a 10000 deposit." Jason begged for mercy.

Chen Qi shook his head.

"What else do you want?" Jason was about to cry.

"10000 was the price just now, now we need 20000," Chen Qi said coldly.

"Why?" Jason was about to cry.

"Because you need to buy your own life."

The two of them broke out in cold sweat.

Chen Qi came to the bank and deposited the US dollars in the bank, feeling happy.

The next day, Harrison drove him to Daxiamen in Chinatown.

Over the past 60 years, apart from building renovations and road expansion, the basic planning pattern of Chinatown has not changed.

Looking at the Daxia Gate in front of it, which imitated the Chinese Suzhou and Hangzhou gardens, Chen Qi had a familiar feeling. After observing for a while, he found that this was the original address of Chen's mansion.

At first, he sold his property and went to Europe. The owner of Chen Mansion changed many times.

Harrison looked at Chen Qi who was in a daze and smiled to himself. He had never seen the world before, and he showed off: "This is a building designed by an oriental garden. It is rare in New York, USA."

Chen Qi ignored it and strode into Daxia Gate.

Last night, he got to know something about the largest gang in the underworld.

The current sect owner is named Xia Xianhe. His father died of illness three years ago and he returned to the United States from China. It is said that in China, he studied under a hermit master and learned ancient martial arts.

Chen Qi was very interested in this rumor. When he was a child, he heard his father say that the Chen family was the only surviving ancient martial arts family inherited from the pre-Qin Dynasty. But there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are always some weirdos who hide in the ordinary world without striving for fame and fortune. Such people are called hermit masters.

Just imagine, in the pre-Qin period when martial arts was flourishing, there were countless martial arts practitioners. Even if they slowly declined later, there would always be some ancient martial arts that were passed down from generation to generation, or were discovered by some lucky people.

People who know ancient martial arts are definitely not from his Chen family.

More than 60 years ago, during World War II, Chen Qi made too much noise, causing the whole world to pay attention to the ancient martial arts of China. Groups of spies and agents came to China, and clues were discovered one by one. These clues about the ancient martial arts Piecing it together, a great world of ancient martial arts was vaguely spelled out, and people who knew ancient martial arts slowly appeared in the eyes of the world.

After Harrison revealed his intention, the servants took him and Chen Qi into the courtyard.

After walking past the pavilions and pavilions and crossing the lotus pond and small pond, Chen Qi heard the sound of wooden stakes.

Under the shade of the trees, Xia Xianhe practiced boxing with wooden stakes.

According to Chen Qi's observation, the opponent has reached the level of Sanwu Sijia, which is a bit like his former self.

After the servant came to Xia Xianhe and said something, he stopped practicing boxing.

He glanced at Chen Qi and looked at Harrison: "Why did you change the person?" At first, he specified that he wanted Greis.

"Sir, Gres, he was beaten to death by this man." Harrison said directly, hoping that Xia Xianhe would direct his anger at Chen Qi.

"Take him down and cut off an arm." Xia Xianhe said lightly, his tone was extremely cold.

Harrison secretly rejoiced and gloated, boy, you are finished.

At this time, two doormen came over, grabbed Harrison's arms, and dragged him out.

Harrison's face turned pale instantly: "Sir, it was him who killed Greiss, and he was the one who disobeyed you."

No matter how much he screamed, no one responded.

"It's quite ruthless. My subordinates will cut off their hands at will." Chen Qi secretly laughed, becoming more and more interested in this Xia Xianhe.

"You, come here." Xia Xianhe said.

Chen Qi walked over slowly. If someone beats him, he can get money. There is no reason not to do such a good job.

"Have you studied martial arts?" I have learned martial arts, most likely ancient martial arts.

"I have learned some." Chen Qi replied, "The pay here is really 10,000 US dollars a day."

Xia Xianhe laughed at the other party's calmness: "Yes, that's true, but the remuneration can barely cover the medical expenses. Sometimes, if you have money, you will spend your life.",

Being a sandbag in Xia Xianhe will result in death or injury.

"Let's get started." Chen Qi said calmly.

Xia Xianhe didn't hesitate, he took a long leap and crossed a flower bed. He waved his long fist, arousing the fist wind, and his cuffs bulged.

Both arms directly hit Chen Qi's temples.