Chapter 707 Huaxia, No Strong?

Green light. Lonely Shadow.

In a garden country like Singapore, it is difficult to find this pure land in front of you.

An acre of land, a thatched hut, a piece of mud.

When Wang Shu got out of the RV, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the scene in front of him.

Out of place with his world, out of step with the whole world. Like a lone lamp fluttering in the wind, it seems that it may be swept away by the wind at any time. But in that thatched hut, there lived a person he needed. A man.

With Wang Shu's background, he shouldn't be able to command the person in the hut. But who made this person owe Wang Shu a favor? No matter how the favor comes from, if you owe it, you have to pay it back. So the people in the hut have been waiting, waiting for the day when Wang Shu will find him.

There are no strong people under Wang Shu. The eight hungry ghosts in the Maldives last time were all borrowed by friendship to find war songs. He can spend money to buy ordinary masters, but peerless powerhouses can understand if they don't have money. Background, Wang Shu lacks this.

This person is too important to Wang Shu. It's so important that Wang Shu is not cornered, and he will definitely not please. But now, he had to ask him out. Without him, Wang Shu was not sure to keep Lin Ze. I'm not sure to keep Han Xiaoyi.

He can't just give a gun to one of his subordinates to wash the hotel in blood, right? This is a country governed by the rule of law, and it is true that you can buy many things with money, but there are some things that cannot be solved with money. He is based in Southeast Asia, and in Singapore, he cannot shake his roots. Absolutely not.

He smoked a cigarette beside the mud, waved away the two bodyguards who followed him, and pushed open the door of the grass hut.

Creak.

The sharp sound of wood rubbing came, and Wang Shu's gaze also fell on the man in the grass hut at this moment.

He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, a pair of cloth shoes under his feet were worn white, and two dinners were placed on a small table. A plate of greens, a plate of bean sprouts. It was all planted in the field outside the house. There was an oil lamp on the table, very old, and in the twenty-first century, it was rare to find a place where the oil lamp was still used. Especially Singapore.

The faint light of the oil lamp illuminated the small grass hut, but it was extremely dim. The man eating with a porcelain bowl at the dining table concentrated on the two dishes in front of him.

He was rough, or rather like a full farmer. More realistic than those actors in the movie. The forehead and face have left traces of time. But from his burly figure and eating movements, it is not difficult to see that he is actually not too old, and he looks a few years younger than Wang Shu in his forties. It was in the prime of life, and it should have been the best time to start a business, but he lived in this grass hut for 20 years. Twenty years as a farmer. I slept in a grass hut for 20 years and wore cloth shoes for 20 years.

Wang Shu didn't disturb him to eat, sat on the only small stool in the room, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly.

The man in the cloth also ignored him and ate by himself. It wasn't until he had finished eating the rice in the large porcelain bowl and had cleaned up the two dishes that he picked up the plate and went to the well outside the door to wash it.

After another three minutes of waiting, it was not until the man in cloth put the dishes and chopsticks into the cabinet made of wood and sat down on the chair next to the dining table again, then he looked at Wang Shu calmly: "Are you going to use me?" ”

"Hmm." Wang Shu nodded.

"Battle Song Maniac or Wen Breaking the Game?" The man in the cloth took the cigarette gun from the mottled wall, chirped it a few times, and finally lit it.

"Neither." Wang Shu shook his head helplessly.

I haven't used him because Wang Shu is waiting for the right time, waiting for the day when he can solve a giant. But he didn't wait, he was disturbed by Lin Ze's appearance. also seriously ruined his life plan.

"Oh?" The man in the cloth who smoked a dry cigarette raised the corners of his eyes and said unexpectedly. "Who is it?"

"A Chinese man." Wang Shu said.

"Huaxia people!" The cloth-clothed man's pupils dilated, and a monstrous resentment was released from his body, invading Wang Shu like a real sword. Even if his mind is as strong as his ruthlessness, he is a little unbearable to the domineering man in cloth.

It is unimaginable that such a man with a dragon and a phoenix among people is willing to live in this broken place for twenty years.

"Yes." Wang Shu nodded slightly and said. "According to you, he is a peerless powerhouse, or the most top-notch kind."

"Is there a name in Huaxia? What's the ranking? The man in the cloth slowly regained his composure.

"Nope." Wang Shu smiled bitterly. "Except for the war twenty years ago, Huaxia has not been ranked since then."

"But"

"But what?" The man in the cloth raised his eyebrows.

"I've heard some rumors through special channels. The tenth and fifth powerhouses of the year were killed by him. Wang Shu paused and added. Consecutive kills. ”

"Yes." The man in the cloth narrowed his eyes and said lightly. "Tenth, there's nothing to say. And that's the case for the fifth. ”

Wang Shu's mouth was bitter for a while.

The battle of Eagle Peak, which was famous all over the world, caused a stormy tide, and the top ten peerless powerhouses in China were the objects of worship of countless masters. But the man in cloth in front of him vetoed two of them lightly. The most outrageous thing is that there is a fierce man who is still ranked fifth.

But Wang Shu is not strange, not at all.

A war song maniac who has steadily suppressed the so-called strongest man in Southeast Asia in 20 years, the man in front of him has this confidence!

Even if he is a war song maniac, he has personally admitted that if he is ranked according to his strength, he has the absolute strength to enter the top three! It's a pity that he ended up only falling behind the title of the eleventh in the world recognized by a very small number of people.

Even now, people have gradually forgotten his existence, even if he was the strongest person on the list back then. He was also ignored, consciously or unconsciously.

Gain. He was defeated in the first game by the number one in the world that year. The first one to fail, naturally, is the last one. There is no chance of a second game at all!

In Southeast Asia, he is so high-spirited, even the demon of the war song maniac is quite jealous of him. But when he arrived in Huaxia, when he stood in front of the world's first, he was so vulnerable.

Is it vulnerable?

No.

But if you lose, isn't it vulnerable?

Twenty years ago, he made a name for himself in Southeast Asia. Twenty years later, he has become an existence that even the war song maniac is slowly forgetting.

What was he waiting for?

Wang Shu originally wanted to tell him that Lin Ze had also fought with the fourth in the world, the strong man who was addicted to alcohol. But he didn't think it was necessary. How can the person who looks down on the fifth in the world have so much reverence for the fourth?

In his eyes, I'm afraid that only the number one in the world, who is called a legendary powerhouse, can be regarded as an opponent, right?

"Got it figured?" The man in cloth glanced at Wang Shu and said lightly. "I'll only help you once, you can choose to kill Wen to break the game, or war song madness."

"Kill him." Wang Shu said in a deep voice.

"Okay." The man in the cloth nodded. "I'm not going to let him leave Singapore."

Wang Shu nodded lightly and let out a long breath.

If even he can't kill Lin Ze, who else can Wang Shu count on? Who else can kill him?

Wang Shu slowly got up and left the house.

He knew what had happened. At that time, Wang Shu was just a businessman who had just started on the road, and he had to run around Singapore and China every month, drinking with his boss, massaging with his boss, and occasionally making a cameo appearance as a pimp. All he knew very well about what happened in Huaxia back then.

There is a good reason why the legendary powerhouse is the first in the world to defeat him.

The man in cloth back then was definitely a terrifying existence in the limelight. The war song maniac is not his opponent, and too many masters in Huaxia who were born and unborn are not his opponents. So he traveled thousands of miles up the mountain after learning about the Battle of Eagle Peak, and put down a sentence that Wang Shu still can't forget before going up the mountain.

Chinese. There are no strong ones.

Chinese! There is no strong one!

On the top of the mountain, when the world first saw the invincible man, he walked towards him step by step, raised his right hand and pointed at him: "You say, there is no strong man in Huaxia?" ”

The man nodded.

The number one in the world didn't even wait for anyone to arrive, so he bombarded the man incomprehensibly.

Three minutes.

The first in the world spent three minutes to defeat the man who had not tasted defeat. Didn't even give him a chance to fight back.

After three minutes of beating, he was severely beaten for three minutes. It wasn't until he finally had no strength to stand up that he was carried away by his entourage.

In that battle, he fell apart. The Tianda Hall of Fame laid in Huaxia was also destroyed by the first in the world within three minutes.

Twenty years later, how much shock will this peerless powerhouse who was born at the wrong time reappear in the rivers and lakes?

Wang Shu is looking forward to it.

~~ Only 2 chapters. I promised 3 chapters a day for the last 8 days, that is, by the evening of the 31st, I would have a total of 24 chapters, well, you help me remember.