In a lavishly decorated presidential suite, a middle-aged man in a white shirt with glasses sat on a leather sofa, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke rings, and said in a rather magnetic voice: "Ah Ye, did this guy named Qi Dong have a holiday with your Tianlong Martial Arts Pavilion?"

"Well, he defeated my master, and his strength should not be bad. A male voice came from the window, followed by a lean, grim-looking young man.

"From his first fight, it seems that this guy has good ground skills and a lot of power, and you should have heard of it, he dragged a bus by himself. ”

"Well, it's just a rumor, only those fools would believe it all. However, he didn't use Bajiquan today, which surprised me a little. ”

"Well, having said that, you can't take it lightly. Tomorrow is your match against him, are you confident that you can beat him?"

The young man frowned and did not reply.

The middle-aged man put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and after a little thought, he said: "This person's strength should not be underestimated, in order to be on the safe side, I should go talk to him and see if I can buy him out."

As long as you can make it to the East China finals, the club will reward you with a million dollars, so it seems that it is worth the small money. ”

The young man nodded, but his expression was a little gloomy, and he muttered in a low voice: "Take my money, it won't be so cheap for you......"

"Knock! knock!"

Qi Dong and Chen Hao were talking about today's game in the hotel room, and when they heard a knock on the door, Chen Hao immediately got up and went to open the door.

After the door opened, a polite middle-aged man entered. Seeing that there were two people in the room, the man frowned slightly, and then asked, "Is Mr. Qi Dong here?"

"I am, what's the matter?" Qi Dong got up and asked.

"Can we talk alone?" the middle-aged man squeezed out a smile.

"If you have something to say, just say it, he's my friend, and he won't talk nonsense. Qi Dong replied with some strange feelings.

The middle-aged man was a little unhappy when he heard this, but he still walked into the room and closed the door.

"May I ask how sure Mr. Qi Dong is that he will be able to enter the finals and get the ranking in the end?" After closing the door, the middle-aged man asked with a hint of a smile.

"What's the matter with you?" was asked like this, Qi Dong was also a little angry, and immediately asked back.

The middle-aged man seemed to have expected it, and didn't mind Qi Dong's disgust, but continued to smile and said: "As far as I know, in this competition, there is no prize for Guangguang to enter the finals, and only by entering the top ten in the country can you get not too much bonus." I don't think Mr. Qi is so confident that he thinks he can enter the top 10 in the country, right?"

This sounds unpleasant, but it is true, with a novice like Qi Dong who has just come into contact with professional fighting, it is really unrealistic to want to ascend to the sky in one step.

Seeing that Qi Dong frowned and was silent, the middle-aged man smiled lightly and continued: "But Mr. Qi, don't be too frustrated, I have a better choice for you here."

As long as you promise to lose to Wu Ye tomorrow, the 500,000 yuan bonus for the first place will be yours, and I can give you an advance payment of 50,000 yuan now......"

"You don't need to say it, please leave here immediately!" Hearing this, Qi Dong was really unbearable, and tried his best to suppress his anger and said. Fraud had always been something he hated, let alone let him try it himself.

Chen Hao on the side was also extremely angry, glaring angrily at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face became gloomy, and he said coldly: "Young man, don't be so ignorant! Wu Ye has already joined the 'China Fight Club' and has received the best training, how many chances do you think you have to win?!"

Seeing that Qi Dong was still indifferent, he added: "It's okay if you don't agree, I'll make you suffer a little more tomorrow!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man angrily threw the door out.

"Qi Dong, this guy has something to do with that Wu Ye, maybe there is some conspiracy. I'm going to follow him and see what the hell they're up to. As soon as the man went out, Chen Hao said with a solemn face, and when he saw Qi Dong nodding, he immediately crept out of the room and followed the middle-aged man.

Early the next morning, Qi Dong and He Fei were eating breakfast in the room, when they suddenly saw Chen Hao walking in with a pale face.

"Haozi, I bought you fried noodles, let's eat some together. Qi Dong noticed Chen Hao's different color, but did not ask immediately.

Chen Hao didn't seem to be in the mood to have breakfast, walked up to Qi Dong, and immediately took out his mobile phone and opened a video for Qi Dong and He Fei to see.

The picture that appeared on the mobile phone screen was in the stadium of the sports center, and the middle-aged man who came to Qi Dong's room last night was whispering to a young man in work clothes, and his eyes were still looking around sneaky, as if he was afraid of being discovered by others. Finally, the middle-aged man also took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to the staff member.

"Who are they?" After the video was played, He Fei asked with some puzzlement, so Qi Dong told He Fei what happened last night.

He Fei's face became more and more ugly the more he listened, and finally sneered and said indignantly: "This Wu Ye is even worse than I thought, this kind of thing to buy off the opponent can be done! It seems that this guy has no confidence, but I looked down on him before!"

Qi Dong, this glasses must be Wu Ye's agent, he talked to the staff of the competition party so secretly, and returned the bank card to that person, there must be some conspiracy, and nine times out of ten it is aimed at you.

You have to be careful, especially to guard against this staff member, and don't let their plot succeed!"

After hearing this, Qi Dong nodded solemnly, and remembered the appearance of the staff member in his mind.

Like yesterday, Qi Dong's second match was also at 3 p.m. But today, they rushed to the competition venue early because they didn't want to miss any of the games, and He Fei's game was the first one.

As soon as he entered the venue, Qi Dong saw a young man with a thin figure and a dark face standing under the ring, who was being interviewed by a female reporter, surrounded by many spectators.

"Mr. Wu, what moves are you best at, can you teach me?" asked the female reporter with a smile.

Wu Ye didn't answer with words, but smiled and drew a weird-looking starting style, a bit like Baguazhang, and a bit like Xingyi Fist. Then he leaned close to the female reporter and squeezed the other person's hand, as if to teach her how to move.

The female reporter was amused and blushed slightly, and laughed wildly. Wu Ye didn't continue to mess around, and quickly let go of his hand, but he still had a cynical smile on his face.

"Mr. Wu, I heard that the opponent you played against today is very strong and can pull a bus by yourself, what are your chances of winning this game?"

Wu Ye showed a hint of disdain after hearing this, and replied with a sneer: "Beauty, you may not know much about fighting. In front of a true master, brute force will not play a role. For example, a cow has a lot of strength, but in front of a beast it is just a big piece of meat. ”

"Haha, Mr. Wu, you are so humorous!" The female reporter was amused to laugh again, and her eyes were full of admiration.

At this moment, the first match of the day began, against He Fei and another player named Li Meng.

Soon after the start of the match, the strength of the two showed a clear gap.

As the No. 1 seed player in this qualifier, He Fei's strength is indeed more than one step higher than Li Meng, who is ranked in the middle and bottom ranking.

Throughout the round, this Li Meng was beaten almost without the power to fight back, just holding his head and dodging constantly.

Finally, at the last moment of the first round, He Fei hit the opponent on the cheek with a hook, and Li Meng's neck bent and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and after a few blows, he fell to the ring and couldn't get up.

In the cheers of the audience, He Fei walked off the ring with a look of joy on his face.