Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

He was listening to the conversation between the old guys on the sofa.

Ye Feng had gradually gained some understanding of this group of people.

The white-bearded old man who had just reprimanded him was Yan Mengtang, the sect leader of the Dragon and Tiger Sect in Southern Guangdong Province.

Among these people, he could be said to have the most prestige.

"Everyone, what do you think of today's battle?"

Upon hearing his question, everyone immediately began to talk about it.

"What else can I think? They're already at our doorstep, so we naturally have to fight to the death."

"That's right. This Japanese guy has defeated the younger generation of our eighteen provinces. If we lose again today, what face will the younger generation of China's martial arts world have?"

"Don't worry. He was only so arrogant before because he didn't meet me. Today, I'll make sure he dies here."

"A mere karate junior dares to be so arrogant in China? I'll teach him a lesson today!"

"..."

Hearing everyone's impassioned speech...

Yan Mengtang was very pleased. "It's good that you have such confidence. However, I still have to remind you that you can't underestimate this man. You must not let your guard down."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

As Yan Mengtang spoke, his eyes swept across the younger generation standing in the back row.

"This Duan Jiangliu is only twenty-three years old this year, and he's a junior. As seniors, it's naturally not convenient for us to make a move. Today, we'll be relying on you. Are you guys confident?"

The younger generation immediately felt a little guilty.

"Yes..." A sparse reply came.

Yan Mengtang's face darkened and he immediately raised his voice. "Are you confident?"

At this time, a young man in his 20s replied in a loud voice, "I'm confident!"

Yan Mengtang looked at him with appreciation. "What's your name? Whose disciple is he?"

"Sect Leader Yan, my name is Zhang Liang. I'm the disciple of Sect Leader Luo Jiasheng of the Eight Trigrams School," the young man immediately replied loudly.

At this moment, an old man sitting on the sofa said with a smile, "Zhang Liang is my favorite disciple. His Eight Trigrams Palm has already reached a certain level. It's easy for him to deal with a mere Duan Jiangliu."

Yan Mengtang nodded in satisfaction.

"In a moment, you will fight the first battle against Duan Jiangliu. I hope you will win. At that time, you will be the hero of our Chinese martial arts world. Are you confident?"

Zhang Liang immediately became ambitious. "Don't worry, Sect Leader Yan. I've been practicing the Eight Trigrams Palm for ten years just for this day. Today, I'll make a name for myself in this battle and revive the power of my Eight Trigrams Palm!"

"Alright!"

Many people in the private room immediately clapped and cheered.

It was as if victory was already in their hands.

Ye Feng, who was standing in the corner, shook his head.

This group of people was really promising.

Such a large room of people had actually come to deal with a single person.

This was fine.

The enemy hadn't even appeared, but they were already getting high.

If bragging could defeat the enemy...

Then they would truly be invincible.

Just as everyone in the private room was in high spirits, suddenly, they heard a commotion outside.

Everyone turned around.

They saw a man in a white training suit walking out of the passage.

The man was tall, about 1.8 meters.

He had a valiant aura about him.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately gave everyone the middle finger.

"Sick men of East Asia!"

This action of his immediately aroused the anger of everyone present.

This word was an untouchable pain for all China and even the Chinese people!

However, this person, in this situation, actually used such words to humiliate everyone!

"Japanese, don't be so arrogant. Zhonghai will be your grave."

"Brothers who are fighting with him, use more strength and beat this b*stard to death."

"How dare you look down on our Chinese martial arts world? Today, I'll let you have a taste of the power of Chinese martial arts."

"F*ck you, go to h*ll, you Japanese!"

"..."

Facing the anger of everyone present...

Duan Jiangliu's expression became more and more excited.

With a beautiful flip, he jumped into the ring.

Then, he heavily pounded his chest twice.

His eyes were filled with disdain.

In the private room.

Yan Mengtang stood up and patted Zhang Liang's shoulder. "Go on, show off the might of our Chinese martial arts world!"

Zhang Liang cupped his fists at the seniors present and turned to leave.

When the audience saw the Chinese martial arts world's opponent, they were stunned.

A flood of cheers immediately erupted.

Zhang Liang enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

He waved at everyone present.

Then, he jumped onto the stage.

He walked to the opposite side of Duan Jiangliu.

"Duan Jiangliu, you will die by my hands today."

Duan Jiangliu shook his head, making a series of 'crackling' sounds.

"I've forgotten how many pieces of trash have said this to me. I've already crippled the first few, and you're no exception."

He spoke in broken Chinese.

However, the disdain in his tone did not diminish at all.

Zhang Liang raised his head and laughed heartily. "That's because you didn't meet me. Remember, the one who will kill you is Zhang Liang!"

After he finished speaking, he rushed toward Duan Jiangliu.

Duan Jiangliu didn't seem to react. He stood there without any movement.

The two of them were very close to each other.

Zhang Liang's attack was swift and fierce.

In the blink of an eye, it was already in front of him.

"Go to h*ll!" Zhang Liang roared.

His fist was like a heavy hammer, suddenly striking toward the side of Duan Jiangliu's face.

Until this moment.

Only then did Duan Jiangliu react.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

His right hand reached out like a ghost.

He moved later but arrived first, blocking the left side of his face.

Zhang Liang's punch was like a clay ox entering the sea, immediately coming to a stop.

He was shocked and immediately changed his move.

But Duan Jiangliu didn't give him the chance.

He turned his palm into a claw.

He grabbed his fist.

Then, he pulled it hard.

Crack...

Zhang Liang's wrist let out a bone-cracking sound that made one's teeth ache.

Before he could even scream...

Duan Jiangliu's left leg had already kicked the back of his leg.

Plop!

Zhang Liang immediately knelt on the ground.

He was shocked.

He was about to get up and retreat.

However, he was still too late.

Duan Jiangliu's powerful knee strike landed heavily on his chin.

Zhang Liang's lower jaw immediately shattered, and blood flew everywhere.

He fainted on the stage.

Duan Jiangliu stomped on his body, looking down arrogantly at the crowd.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Many people had not reacted yet, and the battle had already ended.

In an instant, the entire arena was filled with people.

It was so quiet that it was a little strange.