Immortal emperor reborn mixed city

When King Chuang heard this, the coldness in his eyes suddenly rose. Ostrovsky obviously didn't want to let it go.

"Osto, what else can you do?"

Ostrovsky simply sat back on his chair, looked at King Chuang and said, "King Chuang, why are you so angry? I didn't even say what matters were not resolved."

King Chuang's strong body moved and almost burst his suit, but he still had to endure it.

"Tell me, if there is anything else."

"We came here this time to prove our innocence on the one hand. You have wronged us in this matter."

"Is it possible that you still want compensation?"

Everyone looked at him angrily, and there was no way they could compensate.

But Ostrovsky shook his head and said: "No, no, no, we are not petty. It will be enough if the truth of the matter is revealed. What remains unresolved is another matter."

"Then tell me quickly."

Ostrovsky motioned to a red-haired man next to him, who nodded, looked at King Chuang and spoke.

"King Chuang, I think you should know another thing about our visit."

"I don't know!"

King Chuang roared angrily, but he had already guessed it.

"I don't know, then I'll explain it in detail."

The man stood up and glanced at the masters of the Northeastern martial arts world, with a friendly smile on his face.

"You and our Forest City are friendly neighbors. We have been communicating with each other for decades, and our trade has been increasing steadily. However, the trade gap between the two sides is a bit obvious."

"This comes down to the market and has nothing to do with us."

"Otherwise, this is because you control eight of the ten cargo ports. Many companies and even our Forest City companies want to give commissions to your political, business and martial arts circles."

"This is the rule!"

Wang Taidou roared angrily, trembling all over, obviously furious.

In fact, the truth of the matter is that they have lost the management rights of the five ports, and even the commerce and even various industries in many places in the north have been occupied by Forest City bosses, and they are still in accordance with the previous contract, obviously trying to get through.

"Rules, today we are going to change these rules!"

Ostrovsky's eyes finally turned cold, and his spiritual energy surged all over his body. A violent pressure enveloped the entire venue, and all the masters changed their colors.

Naturally, King Chuang was not willing to be in a disadvantaged position, and shouted: "Okay, then change the rules, how do you want to change them!"

Ostrovsky looked at King Chuang and said bluntly: "Don't you have any idea how to change it? The management of these ports belongs to us!"

King Chuang punched the table, and the whole table shattered, sending dust flying everywhere.

The other masters also surged with spiritual power and stared at each other. As long as King Chuang gave the order, these masters would definitely risk their lives to kill the opponent.

"In those days, the seniors in the martial arts world used martial arts to make friends. Today we also use the old rules to make friends through martial arts. The winner gets the right to manage the port."

Now Chuang Wang and others are also dumbfounded. This was indeed the case a few decades ago, but at that time, these companies only had a small amount of profits. Now, the profits of a large political and business enterprise are enough to support tens of thousands of people.

But even so, King Chuang had to agree, because this was a rule set by the ancestors and could not be changed.

And if they agree, then they have really entered the trap of these red-haired guys. Walia is like a bug, more like a sharp knife hanging over the head of the Northeastern martial arts world.

But even if we know, there is nothing we can do. It is impossible to just say that we can't win and stop fighting, so we should be lying.

Moreover, many ports now exist in name only and are completely occupied by these red-haired people.

"Using force to make friends, what kind of comparison is it? Should it be a decisive battle or a win-win-win situation in three games?"

"what ever."

Ostrovsky's words completely surprised everyone, and they did not expect that he would say these two words.

Obviously, the advantage of this group of red-haired guys is that they have two strong masters in the late stage. They can decide the outcome in one game. If they send Valia, they will definitely win, but they say it's up to you.

Ostrovsky and Varya both showed smiles, and the other red-haired men also had smiles on their faces. There must be an ulterior secret.

"King Chuang, could this be a scam?!"

"It doesn't matter whether it explodes or not, since you said let me do it, how about we decide the outcome in three games!"

"You and I can't fight each other."

"Made, you old fool, isn't this the same as deciding the outcome of a game?"

"That's right, it made our happiness in vain."

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King Chuang showed contempt: "Why do you need to do this? It seems that we are controlled by you at will."

"You don't know that I have good intentions. I want to save you from death."

Ostrovsky's words caused the venue to suddenly become silent, and the masters of the Northeastern martial arts world all looked in a daze.

"What does this mean? With less dead points, is it possible that we still have to choose a fight to the death in the game?!"

"Of course, since you want to win two out of three games, then I will make it happen for you!"

Ostrovsky asked someone to take out a list, and there were two big words written on it, with a double-sided language - fight for life!

It's very simple. It's a fight between the two sides. It's life and death. One side lives and the other dies. There is no eye for fists and kicks. In this kind of fight, the chance of both sides surviving is very small. After all, it is rare for both sides to lose. It happens that neither side can punch.

"Osto, are you starting a war between the two martial arts circles?!"

"Don't say that. This is a rule set down by our ancestors. If you don't dare, you can speak out and we won't force you."

If you don't force it, it will be a very simple result. There is no room for speech at all. The other party has the final say and everything has to be accepted.

Obviously it is impossible for Chuang Wang and others to do this, and now they can only fight, even though they know they will lose.

King Chuang glanced at the time. There was still an hour before ten o'clock, but it was obviously too late.

He looked at Ostrovsky and said directly: "Will you and I fight in this first battle?"

"No, no, I just told you that it would be boring to fight with you. Let Varya fight with you. That would be interesting."

King Chuang felt that he couldn't understand Ostrovsky anymore. The opponent once again exceeded his expectations. He could have asked Varya to compare with another grandmaster, and then staggered with him, and he would definitely win.

, but he didn't do that.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Would I tell lies?"

Ostrovsky looked at King Chuang with an unclear expression in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Okay then, who will come to the first game?"

"Let me do it in the first game. You send one person."

Ostrovsky looked at the masters in the northeastern martial arts world, whoever came here was bound to die.

"I!"

Grandmaster Zhou stood up at this moment and looked at Osto with a livid face. He dared to slander him. Even if he couldn't win, he would still be covered in blood.