Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 22 Hong Jianguo's Nightmare

"yes!"

Eight people simultaneously attacked him with sticks.

Hong Jie is quick-witted and agile; his Bajiquan moves with the force of thunder amidst the shadows of his staff, his mind, spirit, and body becoming one.

Use the Golden Bell Shield to evade vital attacks.

His punches and kicks are wide and powerful, combining offense and defense.

However, the good times didn't last long. At first, they could hold out for a while, but in less than half a minute, they were full of loopholes.

The sticks struck his body with loud thuds.

"Ah!"

He braced his left arm against an iron bar, stomped his feet, and delivered a powerful punch to one of the men's chest with his right fist.

boom!

The man couldn't withstand the punch; he staggered back several steps, landed on his backside with a thud, his face turning ashen, and he couldn't catch his breath.

Of course, Hong Jie didn't get the better end of it either.

After all, there were eight strong young men, not eight wooden stakes.

Everyone wanted to receive a red envelope, and when they saw someone was injured, they started hitting and pounding on them, with two of them even going so far as to use vulgar methods.

As the saying goes, even a novice can defeat a master with a flurry of punches.

Hong Jie soon found himself in grave danger, falling into a disadvantageous position and taking several blows.

"Stop, stop!"

"Damn it, Zhang Liang, Li Hua, I know you two want to pursue Wang Xiaoxian, but she's not my girlfriend. Why are you two always targeting me for revenge?"

"You can't play like that."

Hong Jie, his face covered in blood, raised his hand to signal a halt.

"Hey, Brother Jie, this is what Uncle Hong told us to do. We're just following orders," said Zhang Liang, a young man in a black vest with a buzz cut, with a dry laugh.

"Haven't you seen the 'mad dog' fighting style?"

"This is nothing, we're already being kind by not letting them spread lime."

"If a fight really breaks out, who cares about these rules?"

"They're all targeting weaknesses, aiming to cripple or kill people."

Hong Jianguo said solemnly.

"Uncle Hong, you're exaggerating. In a society governed by the rule of law, who would dare to kill someone?" Wang Xiaoxian muttered.

"Aren't there enough news reports of murders already?"

"Anyone who practices martial arts is a member of the martial arts world."

"Those who live in the martial arts world must follow its rules and conventions!"

Hong Jianguo was extremely dissatisfied with Hong Jie's performance.

"That's too harsh."

"Even if he were a god, he couldn't fight eight people at once," Wang Xiaoxian complained, then quickly grabbed her first-aid kit to stop Hong Jie's bleeding.

"Look, if you don't care about your son, someone else will," Su Changfeng said, stroking his beard and laughing.

Wang Xiaoxian blushed with embarrassment and turned her back to the two elders.

"I'm your boss and your cash cow, so it's only natural that I'm worried about you."

"Why are you panicking?"

Hong Jie inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from her and chuckled softly.

"You're bleeding, and you're still laughing."

"I've had my eyelids opened three times in just the last two weeks. I'm practically a professional nurse now."

Wang Xiaoxian pouted and snorted.

"Isn't that great?"

"When I participate in competitions in the future, I can save on nursing care fees."

Hong Jie let the medicine seep into the wound, still joking around.

Strangely enough, whether it was because his internal strength had improved or because he had been beaten too much recently, his pain receptors had become somewhat malfunctioning, and he didn't feel much of this minor injury.

"You wish! You'll get a raise later." Wang Xiaoxian rolled her eyes at him.

"No more training today, everyone can rest." After bandaging his wound, Hong Jie called out to the students.

Without using lethal force, it would be extremely difficult for one person to fight eight able-bodied men wielding weapons.

Ultimately, it comes down to not mastering the Golden Bell Cover and internal energy techniques.

[Golden Bell Shield: 135/200 (Minor Success)]

The current protection range has expanded from half of the face to the entire head, and it can be moved and repositioned at any time, which is better for one-on-one situations.

When you encounter a large crowd, especially those who are looking down or with their eyes open.

This thing is moved as a whole, so it's inevitable that some parts will be neglected.

It would be great if I knew how to use a hidden weapon.

He had seen a retired special forces soldier on Douyin called "Captain Zhou" who could hit any target with steel nails and even penetrate wooden boards.

Currently, internal energy is only at a minor level, which has limited effect on the cultivation technique.

In terms of actual combat, Hong Jie is far inferior to the special forces soldiers and police who are incredibly strong and have been trained through countless trials. Third-rate or second-rate martial artists would most likely die if they faced special forces elites like Xia Guo Jiaolong.

"It hasn't even been fitted with a knife or axe yet."

"Back in the day, when gangs fought on the street, dozens of them wielding knives were truly terrifying," Su Changfeng said with a smile.

"No, that won't work. It's only enough for three or four people."

"He's a step below Li Guitian back in the day."

Hong Jianguo shook his head and sighed with worry.

He recently received news that Li Guitian would be released from prison soon.

This is a ruthless demon; he's capable of anything—forcing women, robbing, fighting—there's nothing he wouldn't dare to do.

Now that he's out, he might take revenge on the Hong family.

"He should have been shot back then."

"So many people were killed, yet he survived. It's truly bizarre," Su Changfeng sneered.

Why?

"Isn't it just that some people want to learn his kung fu? Whether it's strict or lenient, it's all up to someone else's word," Hong Jianguo said angrily.

"It's alright, just keep an eye on things."

"Maybe he's already reformed in prison, Lao Hong, you're overthinking it."

Su Changfeng knew what his old friend was worried about and comforted him gently.

Hong Jianguo frowned and sighed, "I've inquired about it. Li Guitian has been diligently practicing his skills every day in prison these past few years, and he hasn't neglected his kung fu at all."

"And without the mess of his lower body, he has no distractions in prison, and his skills are probably beyond our imagination."

Thinking of Li Guitian's vicious and ruthless eyes when he was captured, and his vow to kill his entire family, Hong Jianguo often wakes up from nightmares these days, feeling uneasy and always having an ominous feeling of being shrouded in gloom.

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

"Just be careful."

"I'll talk to Xiao Li at the police station and ask him to keep a closer eye on things."

Su Changfeng said.

……

night.

Hong Jie lowered the iron gate and went to a food stall with Wang Xiaoxian to eat a bowl of rice noodles.

"Ah Jie, don't you think Uncle Hong has been acting a bit strange lately?"

"Always has a gloomy face."

"I don't like chatting with viewers during live streams anymore."

"Won't something bad happen?"

Wang Xiaoxian carried a small backpack and analyzed as she walked.

"Is there?"

Hong Jie toyed with her swaying ponytail and replied casually, "Maybe he's getting impatient because my kung fu is progressing too slowly."

"Hey, what time is it? Can you be serious for once?" Wang Xiaoxian swatted away his smelly hand and shook her head, analyzing the situation:

"I don't think so."

"You can earn a lot of money as an internet celebrity. You can occasionally expose fakes and compete with others. With your current skills, that's enough."

"It's not like we're going to compete in an international tournament right now."

"He understands that martial arts training takes time and effort, so there's no reason for him to be anxious."

"Hmm, I'll ask about it later." After saying that, Hong Jie also felt that something was wrong.

"You're stupid."

Xiao Xian patted him on the shoulder and reminded him, "If he could tell you, he would have already."

"You'll have to ask your mom, or Uncle Su."

"That's why I say you're a good wife. I'll ask Old Su about it later." Hong Jie flicked her head lightly with his finger.

"Hate."

"Quick, take me home."

"It's late, my mom's nagging, she's afraid I'll go out and fight with you again." Wang Xiaoxian was annoyed and pinched him hard.

"If you have a grudge against your mother, why are you pinching me?" Hong Jie winced in pain.

"My mom doesn't practice the Golden Bell Shield technique," Wang Xiaoxian replied with a unique way of thinking.

"That seems to be true. Next time, tell me before you pinch me, and I'll use all my power to let you pinch me to your heart's content," Hong Jie said.

"No way."

"If you tense up, you won't be able to pinch anymore." Wang Xiaoxian shook her head and chuckled playfully.

Hongjie rode his bicycle and carried her to the Fuli residential area along the river.

It seems Foreman Wang has made quite a bit of money.

The price per square meter in this community is eight or nine thousand yuan, and Xiaoxian lives in a fourth-generation villa with an external balcony.

"So rich."

"The starting price of 388,000 yuan is probably not enough for anyone who wants to marry you," Hong Jie clicked his tongue.

"It's definitely not enough for you. As for others, if I'm in a good mood, I might elope with them," Wang Xiaoxian said arrogantly, tilting her chin up.

"With your little airstrip, you can't even feed the old and the young, who would want to elope with you?"

"You're dreaming."

Hong Jie had a habit of making light of things.

"Get out of here!"

Wang Xiaoxian stormed home in a huff.

When they arrived at her doorstep, she turned around and said, "Master Tianbao has accepted your challenge and wants us to go to Bangkok. If you agree, we'll go get the visas tomorrow."

Bangkok?

We're going to have to play underground.

Damn it, this is a death trap.

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