Due to uprooting, uh, the state can't take care of it, and some historical reasons, the first batch of Chinese who settled in foreign countries, their status is very low, and they will always be bullied by other people, after finding no normal way to solve the problem.

There is no way, everyone is one head and two hands, why, so the Chinese everywhere will form a group, one side is in trouble and all sides are supported, and in the end, where there are Chinese people around the world, there are Chinatowns, there are Chinese gangsters, and in some places even form a similar concession.

Before the formation of the gangsters, the martial arts brother relationship is the prototype of these Chinese gangsters, the Chinese gangsters who were born in the martial arts hall are extremely respected for the martial arts culture, and even some people have regarded the martial arts hall they were born in as a harbor in their hearts, this kind of prosperous martial arts culture is absolutely impossible to find in China, but karate taekwondo is flourishing.

After taking Zhang Qi and Huzi to the bottom of the ring, the old cat greeted the people he knew well, and as for Huzi, he saw the person he was looking for at a glance, Lao J.

"Old J, you're not kind, I'll come to the book, you actually let me fight it myself, even if it doesn't matter, I don't even have a cup of tea." Lao J is a Chinese about 30 years old, wearing a Tang costume and a J-shaped scar on his face, which is the origin of his nickname.

After hearing this, Lao J and Huzi hammered each other's chests, and said with a smile: "Do you choose to be entertained to a very comfortable place for a cup of tea, or do you choose to watch with me how the owner of the hall fights devils?" ”

"I want to sit comfortably and drink tea while watching the people in the martial arts hall fight devils." Huzi said this very loudly, which directly aroused the favor of many Chinese around, which was domineering.

But Lao J's answer was even more domineering, "Go home and find your mother to give you Zhang Luo, Lao Tzu is not your father." ”

"Haha-" Everyone laughed good-naturedly, and Huzi immediately retorted: "When Lao Tzu was born, you didn't have hair under it, uh, by the way, have you grown now?" ”

Both of them have been born and died, and they can say anything if they joke about it, and this is the general situation of mercenaries meeting and talking about friendship, while belittling each other, Lao J also explained to Huzi about kicking the hall tonight.

It turns out that this is the behavior of the Chinese and himself stepping on each other in ordinary times, when the road is very calm and there is not much fighting, everyone looks at each other unpleasantly, what should I do? It's not worth it to provoke a big thing, injure the enemy by 1,000 and lose 800, it's not worth it for the sake of face, so the martial arts hall in Chinatown has become a favorite place for gangster masters, and of course, Chinese masters will often go to karate halls to visit.

Generally, in the past, everyone will have a tacit understanding to find someone with similar strength to "challenge", like tonight's move to kick the gym, it may only happen once in several years, so Huzi will say that it is better to come early than to come by coincidence.

"See, that little man, called Watanabe Akino, this time to kick the hall, the main force should be him, hehe, kicking the hall is no matter life or death, when the time comes, let the owner of the hall be a little heavier, then have fun." In the tone of the old J, it was obvious that he had a lot of confidence in their owner, and he didn't think that Watanabe Akino had a chance to win at all.

Huzi should also know this pavilion owner, nodded and said, "That's right." After seeing Zhang Qi's interested eyes, Huzi explained to Zhang Qi: "This martial arts hall is called the Chinese martial arts hall, it is domineering enough, this is the most famous martial arts hall in Hokkaido, it has been established since more than 20 years ago, and it is claimed that as long as the Chinese who set foot in Hokkaido, if they are in trouble, they will find the Chinese martial arts hall, which is much better than you going to find a political axe." ”

"As for the owner of the pavilion, he is the son of the previous pavilion owner, he is 32 years old this year, just the year of fighting, it is said that the blue is better than the blue, anyway, I can only have two or three moves in his hands."

"Two or three moves?" Zhang Qi was surprised that Huzi actually used his strength to set off the hall owner, this kid actually relies on brute strength, as the saying goes, boxing is afraid of being less strong, and those who can get Ah Hu in two or three moves are either the older generation with much more experience than him, or the same year master whose strength is much stronger than him.

This owner naturally belongs to the second type, "I just don't know what I'm practicing?" Zhang Qi thought about it and asked Huzi again, "Tell me about the rules of martial arts." ”

"Simple, five people, one by one, the last one who can stand, is to win, life or death."

After Huzi finished speaking, he leaned into Zhang Qi's ear and said mysteriously: "So the former hall owner was killed in the ring, so the hall owner is very heavy on those who say that he is very heavy, and if he doesn't shout in time to admit defeat, he will basically be killed, tonight, hehe, there is a good show to watch." ”

The hatred of killing his father, the hatred of the nation, and the battle of dignity, Zhang Qi's interest in his heart became stronger, and at this time, the first person on both sides also played.

The scene immediately changed from a commotion to silence, and after the two of them stood still, they suddenly broke out with shouts and roars, occupying the home advantage, and the voice of the Chinese quickly suppressed the voice of the person who followed, at least from Zhang Qi's side to listen, without deliberately listening, and he couldn't detect that he was talking.

The first person sent by the martial arts hall was obviously a master of walking vigorously, three meters away, Zhang Qi could see that the knuckles on this person's hands were smoothed, plus the muscles on his body were tangled, presumably the kung fu was more in his hands, and his strength was not small.

The process of the competition is also as Zhang Qi expected, although the martial artist is more flexible, but the Chinese man is very stable, blocking the opponent's attack at once, waiting to find an opportunity, only to give the opponent a punch, just such a punch, said that he fell directly on his back, the Chinese man's eyes lit up, and when he wanted to step forward to make up for two more punches to give him a ride, the other party rushed up in time and shouted to stop and admit defeat, so as to save the surname of his companion.

"Okay, kill the devil!" Even Zhang Qi, when he saw his compatriots knocking down each other, he had a feeling of raising his eyebrows, not to mention these martial arts personnel who lived in Yueben and often clashed with local gangsters, the cheers of the onlookers were even louder, and the voice of the already vague Yue himself was basically inaudible now.

Huzi clapped his hands happily, with an expression of eagerness to replace others to go up and show his hand.

What is even more exciting next is that the Chinese Dahan won two games in a row and killed three people in a row, which made everyone happy at the same time, Dahan was also out of breath, obviously at the end of the crossbow.

The face of the present side was not very good-looking, and they muttered a few words to each other, and they all set their eyes on a person in a samurai uniform. The man nodded, tightened his belt, and walked up.

Zhang Qi's eyes froze, and he looked at it intently, it turned out that this was a martial artist who had practiced true qi, and then glanced at the people in the martial arts hall, and Zhang Qi had a bad premonition in his heart.

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