"Lei Luo went to the royal capital?" Old Tang Jin's face was full of suspicion, "What can the hillbilly kid do there!

"Mr. Johnny said that the Iwayama Martial Arts Hall headquarters had made a lot of efforts this time to get a place for Lei Luo to qualify for the trial. What's it called...... Oh, yes, the Iron Gate!" Little Claude thought for a long time, and finally remembered.

Old Don King had never heard of the name "Steel Gate", and looked back at his eldest son who was sleeping in the ward, and closed the door with a heavy heart.

Since the defeat of Big Claude in the confrontation match, Don King has left everything in the mine behind, and spent every day in the hospital, most of his hair is gray. He was already extremely thin, but now his whole body was out of shape, and his two deeply sunken eyes were bloodshot, like an old wolf about to lose his cubs, and almost every nurse would take a detour when they saw it.

"Dad, what are you hesitating about? One of my brother's arms has been ruined by Lei Luo, even if the people from the Backfire Martial Arts Hall don't help, can't we hire a few gunmen ourselves? Find an opportunity to catch him secretly, shoot him indiscriminately, and throw him into the river.

Old Don Jin didn't even have the strength to scold him, he just waved his hand tiredly.

Imperial law was extremely strict in terms of gun control, and gun ownership was always only open to the aristocracy. In Claude's opinion, although his family is still far away from being a nobleman, with his abundant financial resources, it is not difficult to find a few underground gunmen or outlaws on the wanted list to deal with Lei Luo.

It is also true that the world is difficult, and there are crazy adventurers.

It's just that Old Tang Jin has long passed his childish age, and Zhilu Dao's revenge is by no means so simple, and the current attitude of the Backfire Martial Arts Pavilion has already explained a lot of things.

After Morosing was severely injured by the Iwayama Warlord on the street, the Backfire Warrior left most of the night and escorted him to other branches, preparing to heal his injuries through the Phoenix Secret Method as soon as possible. After two more days, the rest of the people also left Pendulum City. As Big Claude's secret martial teacher, Johnny came back today to take a look, and by the way, he asked Old Don Jin for a few hundred golden dragons, saying that he wanted to go back to the headquarters to make some connections, and ask a more powerful character to stand up for Big Claude.

Old Don King naturally knew that this was bullshit, so he said a few perfunctory words, took out the checkbook to sign and stamp, asked Little Claude to go to the bank to withdraw money, and sent Johnny away.

The body is the most important asset of a martial artist, and Big Claude was abolished by Lei Luo's right hand, and it will be difficult to do anything on the road of secret martial arts in the future. Now that he has lost his cultivation value, Moro Star's failed revenge is probably the limit of what the Backfire Martial Arts Gym can do, and no one wants to make things even bigger.

A rising star fell like this, but Lei Luo rose in a diametrically opposite way, and there was a Iwayama Martial Arts Hall behind him who was supporting him with a strong attitude.

- It's like a change happened overnight, and Old Don King found that he couldn't afford to mess with this kid anymore, and he had to think twice about which game to play next.

Every time he thought that Lei Luo's father had worked hard for himself almost all his life, Old Tang Jin couldn't help but feel that this contrast was really fucking ridiculous!

Little Claude was obviously unaware of this, and still added fuel to the fire there: "Dad, Mr. Johnny told us the place anyway. Directly hire someone to go to the royal capital to find the steel gate, and then kill Lei Luo, how simple and simple this thing is, you can say something!"

Old Tang Jin stared at this unsuccessful little son for a long time without saying a word, until the other party's face changed color, and then he said slowly: "Go home and pack up your things, let's leave for the royal capital." ”

"Really?" said little Claude, incredulous.

"Let's go find your uncle. Old Tang Jin coldly dispelled the other party's illusions, "Tell him everything that happened here, and then let him decide what to do." ”

"That's right, isn't my uncle the captain of the guard at the house of the eldest lady of the royal capital!Dad, the last time the eldest lady came to play in the pendulum city, she was beaten by Lei Luo!

"No matter how powerful the martial arts hall is, the country is still up to the top in the end!" Old Tang Jin's eyes were ruthless.

"What kind of superior or inferior person, it's my business?" at the same moment, Lei Luo asked rhetorically in another location.

"It's none of your business, you're a fart in the royal capital. Merkel sat on the other side of the carriage, casually looking at the book in her hand through her reading glasses, "This is not a place for you to go wild, even if you go to the public toilet to pee, you can meet twenty nobles, at least half of whom are children of families." Of course, you can say that your fists are bigger than them, and they are the fart. But the problem is that whether you use your fists or your tongue to upset them, they can use their connections, connections, and money to kill you alive. Think about it, a hillbilly boy like you, who is marked as a bandit on the city defense army's bounty notice, and whose head is worth thousands of gold dragons, how many senior warriors will be willing to put down the matter at hand and rush to send you to the end?

Lei Luo thought about it according to what he said, and found that even he was very excited about the business of a thousand golden dragons with a head, so he had to shut up suddenly.

"That's the good thing about the superiors. Of course, those young nobles have no real power, but they rely on a flourishing and deep-rooted family, and any relative who comes out has a list of titles, and it is disgusting enough to scare people to death. Remember my words, wait until you enter the steel gate, don't do what you shouldn't do, don't say what you shouldn't say. No matter who you deal with, you have to have multiple eyes. On the surface, it's better to make the other person think that you are only more breathless than the dead, or even less valuable than the dead, then it will be so-so. Merkel said lightly.

The more Lei Luo listened, the more wrong he became, and he was puzzled: "Teacher's teacher, aren't you going to take me to participate in the martial arts assessment, do you have to compete with a group of nobles for a place?"

Merkel didn't answer, raised her head, and pouted out the window: "It's almost there, just cross the bridge in front." ”

The royal capital, officially known as the "City of Miracles", was the largest city in the Silverwing Empire and the center of politics, economy, and culture. The Suta Canal is like a jade belt that flows around the city. Merchants from all over the country and even from other lands often regard the waterway as the best choice to come here. There are many cargo ships on the canal, and most of the buildings on both sides of the canal are high towers and spires, which are very religious.

The carriage in which the two men rode crossed the steel cable suspension bridge and arrived at the enamel district in the west of the city. This is the most prosperous financial area, and the old Merkel is familiar with the way to take Relo into a bank, turn to the door of an art salon in the annex, and stop: "Go in by yourself, remember what I said!"

"Are you sure it's here?" said Relo frowned.

Merkel is a standard old fox, and Relo, who is a two-man man, is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The central idea of the sermon on the carriage was nothing more than the word "low-key", Lei Luo thought that it was not difficult to do, but he couldn't understand what the steel gate that was passed down by the people in the martial arts hall had anything to do with the art salon in front of him.

"Stinky boy, my old man is old, and I am your teacher's teacher again. If something really happens to you this time, don't hate me in the future!" Merkel dropped a few words without a clue, and the soles of her shoes slipped away.

Lei Luo was stunned for a moment, and had to walk into the salon.

"Yes, yes! Cross your waist, go forward a little bit of your lower abdomen! Your eyes should be cold and glamorous, and then a little flattering, so that you can look strong enough!"

In the midst of the excited command, Lei Luo lifted the floor bead curtain and saw several men and women painting in a corner of the salon hall. The girl who acts as a model is tall and hot, wearing only a dark green bandeau on her upper body, lining her skin with snow, and two straight long legs with mesh black socks, which adds a bit of charm.

Relo was almost sure that Merkel had made a mistake, and was about to turn away, when he suddenly noticed that among the painters was a familiar face—with heavy makeup, full of wildness, much more beautiful than a model.

On the first day of the crossing, Lei Luo interrupted the opponent's upturned nose.

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Thanks to the book friend Chen Shimei for the reward and the evaluation vote of the mini.