Chapter 19: Gifts—The Imperial Pavilion

"Seven-inch boxing!" is the famous boxing method of Lei Fangting, the first person in Fengcheng, but in Lin Xiao's eyes, this boxing method is extremely naïve and full of loopholes.

"Hong Yao, since you have become my registered disciple, then as Enshi, I will instruct you one or two today, now I will re-practice this boxing technique, as for how much you can understand, it depends on your understanding!"

Hong Yao was surprised to find that at this moment, Lin Xiao's boxing technique and his own cultivation of the seven-inch fist can be described as a divine separation, obviously it is a strong punch, but in Lin Xiao's display it is mixed with a bit of femininity, obviously it is a kick that moves like a rabbit thunderbolt, but in Lin Xiao's unfolded it is a little more calm, in short, it is also a seven-inch fist, but in Lin Xiao's display, it is completely different from Lei Fangting, but at this moment Hong Yao's view, Lin Xiao's seemingly divine seven-inch fist is much more clever than his mentor Lei Fangting, what is the specific place, he didn't understand, in short, it was just a feeling

After a set of boxing techniques were performed, Lin Xiao picked up his schoolbag from the ground as if nothing happened, "Elder Hong, if there is nothing else, we will see you tomorrow!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow, then let Hong Yao send you back!"

Lin Xiao didn't refuse, and directly opened the door of the Ferrari.

Lin Xiao returned home and didn't mention it for the time being, in the northern suburbs of FC City, in a villa covering an area of nearly 10,000 square meters, the lights were bright, in the yard, three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, everyone's face showed a solemn atmosphere, this is the manor where the Tangtang Zhenbei Gang helped Hong Zhenbei.

"Adong, what do you think, Mr. Lin?"

Hong Zhenbei sat on the sofa in the living room, but his expression today was unusually solemn, not at all like before.

"Elder Hong, it's Adong who is not good at learning arts!" The one who answered was one of the bodyguards who shot at Lin Xiao today by Hong Zhenbei's side.

"In your opinion, what realm should Mr. Lin be now!" Hong Zhenbei took out a rare cigar, lit it, and asked with a deep inhale.

"Elder Hong, please forgive your subordinates for their incompetence!" The black-clothed bodyguard actually knelt down directly in front of Hong Zhenbei.

"Why, can't you see his strength clearly?" Hong Zhenbei's brows were tightly locked.

"That's right, his subordinates can't see his strength clearly, but his subordinates can be sure that even in the face of Mr. Lei, his subordinates have never felt that sense of oppression!"

"Are you saying that Mr. Lin's strength is even stronger than Lei Fangting's?"

"The subordinates don't dare to be presumptuous!" the black-clothed bodyguard directly buckled his head to the ground.

"Alright, you stand down!"

Hong Zhenbei took a deep breath, if this is really the case, it will be as he expected.

Lei Fangting is the first person in Fengcheng, but he is a martial artist at the peak of the emperor rank, but Ah Dong actually felt an aura even more powerful than Lei Fangting on that Lin Xiao's body, which means that Lin Xiao's cultivation must be higher than Lei Fangting.

"Grandmaster realm powerhouse!"

Although Hong Zhenbei didn't dare to believe such speculation, the truth was right in front of him, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Grandmaster Realm martial artist appeared in front of his eyes.

"Hahaha! God help me, God help me!"

Hong Zhenbei let out a long roar.

Grandmasters cannot be humiliated, once a martial artist reaches the realm of a grandmaster, it is an existence above all living beings, even the current law, for them, there is no restriction.

Hong Zhenbei knew that as long as he seized the opportunity in front of him, the opportunity for the Hong family to rise had come, and a strong man in the realm of grandmasters who was less than twenty years old, what kind of bright future would his future be.

Moreover, being able to cultivate a twenty-year-old grandmaster realm powerhouse, Hong Zhenbei can be sure that behind Lin Xiao, there must be a powerful hermit sect, faintly, Hong Zhenbei has already seen that the future FC City is already in his hands.

"Hong Yao, hurry down!"

After Ah Dong left, Hong Zhenbei snorted softly towards Hong Yao's boudoir on the second floor.

The door opened, and Hong Yao walked downstairs in her pajamas, "Grandpa, is there anything wrong with looking for me so late?" At this moment, Hong Yao still had a layer of fine sweat on her forehead.

"You girl!" Hong Zhenbei gently stroked Hong Yao's forehead and helped him wipe the sweat beads from his forehead, "It's so big, I don't want to find a golden beetle son-in-law for my grandfather sooner, I think about fighting and killing all day long!"

"Grandpa!"

Hong Yao reversed her cold state, revealing a coquettish look, and her hands gently kneaded Hong Zhenbei's shoulders.

"What, were you cultivating the seven-inch fist that Mr. Lin taught you just now?"

"En!" Hong Yao nodded truthfully.

"Do you feel anything?" Hong Zhenbei continued.

"Mr. Lin's seven-inch fist and my master Lei Fangting's seven-inch fist are like gods, however, Mr. Lin's adapted seven-inch fist is obviously much more clever, I feel that if I continue to cultivate for one night today, maybe I can break through the third layer of the Xuan Realm early tomorrow morning!" Hong Yao replied truthfully.

"Okay, okay! This is really the creation of my Hong clan!" Hong Zhenbei exclaimed, and then continued, "Hong Yao, I don't know, how are you going to thank your teacher?"

Hong Zhenbei's words suddenly stopped Hong Yao. "Yes, if you give a gift, what should you give to your teacher?"

A dignified two-fold martial artist, one of the few masters in FC City, Ah Dong, under the hands of Mr. Lin, couldn't even take a photo, and was slapped on the ground like a fly.

How much money is appropriate?

But if he gave away things, as a peerless martial artist, ordinary objects, how could he look at them?

For a while, the grandfather and grandson were in deep thought, and no one could think of a good way.

After half an hour, Hong Zhenbei suddenly raised his head from his contemplation, "Emperor Pavilion, by the way, it is the Emperor Pavilion, Hong Yao, you go right now, go in person, and transfer the procedures of the Emperor Pavilion to Mr. Lin's men!"

"Grandpa, are you going to give the Imperial Pavilion to Mr. Lin?" Hong Yao looked incredulous.

The Imperial Pavilion is the top restaurant in Fengcheng, with an annual turnover of nearly 100 million, and, more importantly, the Imperial Pavilion is the pillar industry of the Zhenbei Gang in Fengcheng.

From another point of view, his grandfather Hong Zhenbei directly gave half of the Zhenbei Gang's industry directly to Lin Xiao, and Lin Xiao also directly jumped from this moment on, from an ordinary high school student, directly to a billionaire!