Han Ye walked for a long time, and the three martial arts hall disciples who were less injured were sure that he would not go and return, so they breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and sat on the ground with their butts paralyzed, reluctant to get up for a long time.

The furious and ruthless kicker finally left.

Although they broke an arm, they finally picked up a small life.

It's a blessing in misfortune.

Turning their heads to look around, looking at the fellow disciples who were lying on the ground, and listening to their painful wails, the three martial arts hall disciples only felt as if they were having a nightmare.

They only hope that this nightmare will never be repeated.

After resting for a long time, calming down, and calling 120, a martial arts hall disciple seemed to suddenly wake up and shouted:

"Quick! Hurry up and inform the old hall master! Tell him that something has happened to the martial arts hall!"

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Hong Yinghao, the old owner of the Yinghao Martial Arts Gym, is almost sixty years old.

However, his body is still strong, his spirit is still strong, and even his hair and beard are not much gray.

Since he handed over the martial arts hall to his eldest son, Hong Xiong, two years ago, he has lived a leisurely retirement life.

Every morning, after breakfast, he twisted a small cup of water and went to Pinghe Park, not far from his home, to teach the old men and ladies to practice Tai Chi.

Then, he played chess with his chess friends, and the parents chatted and talked about it for a short time.

At noon, when he went home for a meal, he either went out fishing with his old friends for many years, or went to Pinghe Park to play chess, but rarely stayed in the martial arts hall anyway.

For people who often exercise and leisure in Pinghe Park, Hong Yinghao is a good-natured and warm-hearted old man, and he also has excellent chess skills.

Even when playing chess, his chess friends regret playing chess, he just laughs and laughs, complains at most, but never gets angry.

Only a very small number of people who are most familiar with him know that Hong Yinghao's temper is still violent.

It's just that his current city is too deep, so deep that it's hard to see the joy and anger.

If it doesn't explode, it will be extremely terrifying.

Because, he is a black-faced tiger Hong Yinghao, even if he is old, he is still the fierce and violent tiger in his bones.

Twenty years ago, when it came to the black-faced tiger Hong Yinghao, as long as he was mixed in the Nanling realm, he would be in awe from the bottom of his heart.

The reason why he is called the black-faced tiger is because he has a black face and a violent temper, and if he disagrees, he will fight, no matter who the other party is, he must let the other party's tendons break and fracture, and blood will be splashed everywhere before he will stop.

The second reason is that he is like a tiger, domineering and fierce.

If anyone has an enmity with him, it must be a tragic end for the family to be ruined.

As the boss of the Nanling underworld Binjiang District at that time, and the fierce general under the overlord Gao Yi, Hong Yinghao can be said to be calling for wind and rain, majestic in all directions.

However, just when he was at his most majestic and proud, the boss Gao Yi suddenly went abroad, and he also chose to quit the rivers and lakes and open a martial arts gym to make a living.

Regarding Hong Yinghao's torrent retreat, there are many versions circulating in the Nanling market.

Many people don't understand why this majestic road boss chooses to wash his hands when the boss leaves, instead of taking the opportunity to occupy the land and become the king.

It's a great opportunity to get on top.

With his strength and power at that time, even if he couldn't completely take over Gao Yi's position, he could do it if he wanted to divide the world into three parts.

It wasn't until later that the generals under Gao Yi, under their own infighting and the crackdown of the police, were caught to death, and only Hong Yinghao retreated.

Those who used to be puzzled slowly changed their attitudes and began to admire him for knowing how to advance and retreat and being prescient.

No matter what attitude the outside world speculates, Hong Yinghao has never given any explanation, and he has never even talked about his relatives, but just devoted himself to teaching apprentices and continuing his influence in another way.

After so many years, his murderous reputation has gradually faded, but his prestige has not fallen at all, but has become more and more prosperous.

Even some important disputes on Nanling Road must be asked to preside over mediation.

Now, Hong Yinghao has reached the year of ear shun, and the 5th of next month will be his 60th birthday.

Several disciples who had worshiped him in the early years and had become prosperous had already booked a 100-table banquet in the most expensive five-star hotel in Nanling and invited guests from all walks of life.

At that time, his disciples, relatives and friends will gather together to celebrate his 60th birthday.

Hong Yinghao didn't want to be so high-profile.

According to his own thoughts, it would be good to invite his family and long-time friends to get together.

It's just that because a few apprentices were too enthusiastic, he reluctantly made it difficult for him to agree.

That afternoon, he still went to Pinghe Park as usual to play chess with his chess friends.

Just as he was descending to Xingtou, a young man in his twenties with a sturdy physique, holding his right hand, rushed over with a sweaty head.

"Old hall master, it's not good!

Hong Yinghao glanced at this young man, he had seen this young man in the martial arts hall, but he was not impressed, it seemed to be his son Hong Xiong's newly recruited apprentice in the past two years, called Zhou Yang or something.

"What's wrong?"

He asked casually, and then turned his attention back to the board.

Zhou Yang hurriedly said: "A man with a clown mask came over to kick the hall and beat all the disciples of the martial arts hall to his stomach! Even Master Hong was seriously injured!"

The smile on Hong Yinghao's face gradually faded, and the hand holding the chess piece stopped in mid-air.

He has opened the heroic martial arts gym for more than ten years, and no one has ever dared to make trouble in his martial arts gym, let alone kick the gym!

Unexpectedly, Hong Xiong only took over for two years, and he was kicked out of the museum, and all of them were wiped out!

This calls his old face where to go!

If it spreads out, the gold-lettered signboard of the Heroic Martial Arts Hall will be completely smashed!

"How is Hong Xiong's injury?" he suppressed the anger in his heart and asked lightly.

The doctor said that he had a ruptured spleen, perforated lungs, and multiple comminuted fractures all over his body, and he did not know if he could save his life. ”

"Smack!"

The chess piece held by Hong Yinghao suddenly burst in his palm, and a few pieces of broken wood chips leaked out of his palm and fell on the chessboard.

His chess friend looked up at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that he was sixty years old, and his strength was so great that he could even crush the chess pieces!

Hong Yinghao said in a calm tone: "Something happened to my son, I have to go over and take a look." I've lost this game, so we'll kill it again next time. ”

With that, he stood up and strode out of the park.

Zhou Yang held his arm, trotted all the way, and hurried to follow.