Several foreigners were placed at the table and chairs next to the ring, looking around in horror, waiting honestly.

Huo Tingen looked at them, and asked Nong Jinsun in a worried whisper: "Uncle Nong, these foreigners were sent by Boss Du, and if you beat them, will Boss Du ...... there?"

He didn't finish his words, but Nong Jinsun also understood what he meant.

Smiling, Nong Jinsun said disappreliantly: "If these foreigners have status and status, and have the money to pay back to Boss Du, will they still be sent here?"

"I'm afraid Boss Du just wants to borrow our hands and clean them up!"

After listening to him, Huo Tingen pondered for a moment, and then asked: "But no matter what they say, they are all foreigners, what should I do if I beat them and go back to patrol the house to investigate them?"

Nong Jinsun glanced at him: "You didn't fight again, what are you afraid of?"

After that, he noticed that his words were a little explicit, and added: "In this world, there is nothing that cannot be solved with money, isn't it just a few slaps? At most, if Anan is not enough, we will help him make up, anyway, these foreigners are also short of money to pay off the debt." ”

"Even if it gets big, you can see Feinan's skills, if he wants to run, who can catch him? ”

Chen Zhen also added on the side: "Fei Nan is right, foreigners are bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and this is not a concession, so we have no reason to be afraid of them." ”

Huo Tingen nodded, relieved.

Nong Jinsun Zhengse instructed: "The most important thing for you now is to practice martial arts well, the date of the Hongkou Dojo is approaching, and you can't relax." ”

"I understand. ”

Huo Tingen clenched his fists, and Chen Zhen also nodded with a serious expression.

"Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother!"

A Jingwu brother ran from the door and said, "There is a neon man outside the door, saying that he is looking for the curator." ”

"Neon Man?"

Chen Zhen's expression was grim, and he glanced at Huo Tingen.

"Go check it out. ”

Höttingen stepped towards the gate.

Nong Jinsun also followed, muttering in confusion: "The date of the appointment has not yet arrived, why did you come to the door again?"

As he spoke, he rushed to the brother who came to pay his respects and asked, "Are you sure you're alone?"

"Sure, a neon man, dressed in a samurai suit, but not armed. ”

"I didn't bring any weapons, what kind of fame did I want to make?"

While talking, several people came to the door, but saw a middle-aged man with a square forehead and a broad face and a flat head standing outside the door.

Nong Jinsun stepped forward: "This gentleman, what is the matter?"

The middle-aged man smiled kindly, and said in a slightly awkward Shang Hai dialect: "My name is Fumio Funakoshi, and I am the head of the Black Dragon Society of the Neon Country. ”

"Fumio Funakoshi?"

Nong Jinsun was startled, and several elite martial arts brothers behind him also took a few steps forward, staring vigilantly at Fumio Funakoshi.

Raising his hand, Nong Jinsun asked the brothers to retreat.

Let the family be scared like this, it is inevitably a bit of a fall.

He looked at Fumio Funakoshi and asked in a deep voice, "If I'm not mistaken, there are still a few days before the date of the war, right? What do you want to do when you come here today?"

Fumio Funakoshi's hands naturally drooped, and his expression was serious: "I am not here this time on behalf of the Hongkou Dojo, nor on behalf of the Black Dragon Society, I am here to visit the director of the Jingwu Sect in a private capacity." ”

"Hmph! The weasel greets the chicken, with bad intentions!"

The Jingwu brothers couldn't help but mutter.

Fumio Funakoshi's eyes were calm, but he didn't hear it.

Nong Jinsun exchanged glances with Huo Tingen, Chen Zhen and others before moving out of the way.

Huo Tingen stepped forward and stretched out his hand to invite: "I am the young curator of the Jingwu Sect, please come in!"

Since people reported themselves to the mountain gate and came to visit, then they had no reason to turn them away.

And the person came empty-handed, if he didn't even dare to let people in, he would inevitably be laughed at and fearless.

There wasn't much spare space on the set, and Hortingen led Fumio Funakoshi to the warehouse.

It has been cleaned and used to store the equipment and tools on the set, and a straw mat has been laid in the middle as a place for the brothers on duty to rest at night.

When Fernan heard the news, he saw Fumio Funakoshi, and he understood what was going on.

The brothers and sisters were not allowed to come in, Huo Tingen and Chen Zhen sat opposite each other on the straw mat, while Nong Jinsun and Fei Nan sat on the other side, watching quietly.

Fumio Funakoshi looked around with a smile, and said: "When I was in the Neon Country, I heard of Master Huo Yuanjia Huo, but I never had the opportunity to see him, but I didn't expect to hear his news again, it was already bad news, which is really regrettable." ”

Hearing him talk about Huo Yuanjia, Huo Tingen suddenly became angry, and asked coldly: "Are you here today just to provoke the Jingwu Sect?"

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that. ”

Fumio Funakoshi said seriously: "I am deeply sorry for Master Huo's death, I came this time to solve a misunderstanding. I know that you have received a letter of engagement in my name, but I can responsibly say that I did not challenge the Jingwu Sect in any way, which is a misunderstanding. ”

"Is there any difference between misunderstanding and misunderstanding?"

Huo Tingen glared at him and said coldly: "My father is dead, he was killed by you!

Fumio Funakoshi shook his head and said, "I know that Master Huo had a fight with our Black Dragon Society's sect cultivator Akutagawa Ryuichi, and that fight also had something to do with his death. But I want to say that this result was not the original intention of Akutagawa Ryuichi, nor was it the original intention of our Black Dragon Society. ”

"The martial arts of our Black Dragon Society are inherited from Tang Shou, and they are in the same vein as Chinese martial arts. The reason why our Black Dragon Society wants to set up martial arts halls in Shanghai, Tianjin and other places is also to promote the exchange of neon martial arts and Chinese martial arts. ”

"Our Black Dragon Club has strict rules, and when it comes to martial arts competitions, we must not kill them, even if they are new members who have just joined the club, they also know this. ”

Huo Tingen clenched his fists and sneered: "You mean to say that my father's death has nothing to do with Akutagawa Ryuichi?"

"I didn't mean it......"

Fumio Funakoshi wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Huo Tingen waving his hand: "You don't need to say any more, what's the point of saying this now? My father is dead, and whatever you say, he won't be brought back to life." ”

"I mean ......"

"Needless to say!"

Huo Tingen got up suddenly, glared at Fumio Funakoshi, gritted his teeth and said, "As long as I am alive, I will not let the Hongkou Dojo stay in Shanghai!"

After that, he turned his back and stopped looking at Fumio Funakoshi: "There are still three days! See you at the Hongkou Dojo in three days!"

"Alas!"

Fumio Funakoshi held his knees and stood up: "I don't want to be an enemy of the Jingwu Sect, and I don't want to compete with you, behind all this, there are people who are fueling the troubles, Director Huo, your insistence on going your own way may bring danger to the Jingwu Sect!"