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But when Tiger thought of his right eye, which had been blinded by A-Zhan, and the entrustment of his sworn brother Di Qiu, the fire in his chest flared up again.

He gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to back down.

"Hmph, so what if he's Feng Yuxiu?"

"So what about Hung Hing?"

"The underworld of Hong Kong is not a place where your family can do whatever they want!"

He raised his hand, pointing at Chen Luojun behind Feng Yuxiu, his voice trembling slightly.

"Let me tell you, that kid behind you has enemies all over Hong Kong Island."

"My blind right eye is also thanks to his father!"

"Today, I, Tiger, must take him back, and no one can stop me! I said it!"

"If you insist on protecting him, then you're going against my 'Strength Hall,' and against Di Qiu of Kowloon Walled City!"

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Kowloon Walled City?

He didn't care about Jia Shi Tang; it was just a small temple on Temple Street, not even worth mentioning in his eyes.

But the name Kowloon Walled City did make him more hesitant.

Feng Yuxiu knew all too well what Kowloon Walled City was like.

That was a notorious no-man's-land on Hong Kong Island, a place teeming with all sorts of people and teeming with vicious individuals.

The people living there were mostly desperate criminals and vicious bandits.

As the guardian deity of the stronghold, Tornado has roamed the underworld for decades, and its profound foundation is unmatched by ordinary gangs.

Is it worth getting yourself, your wife, and Hung Hing into so much trouble for a complete stranger?

Feng Yuxiu's gaze wavered for a moment.

"Alright, I..."

He was about to speak and make a concession when Chen Luojun shouted first.

"Master Feng! You can't leave me behind!"

Chen Luojun snapped out of his shock and rushed to Feng Yuxiu's side, speaking rapidly.

"I'm also a member of Hung Hing!"

"Although I have only recently joined and have not yet had a chance to report to the martial arts school, I am indeed a member of Hung Hing."

"Just the night before last, I became a disciple of Knife King Bei, the Second Marshal of Hung Hing, also known as Mr. Lin Bei!"

"As the head instructor of the club, you can't abandon your own people!"

Upon hearing this, both Feng Yuxiu and Tiger Lord's expressions changed.

Tiger pointed at Chen Luojun, both shocked and furious.

"Chen Luojun, when did you join Hung Hing?"

"Don't try to fool me with Hung Hing!"

Chen Luojun puffed out his chest, revealing two rows of white teeth, and smiled with a hint of smugness.

"Hehe, it happened the night before last."

"I switched to Hung Hing with Shin-Yi and the others. You can ask them if you don't believe me."

Tiger's expression was uncertain. He knew that Xin Yi and his gang had some connections with Lin Bei. Since Chen Luojun was hanging out with Xin Yi, it wasn't impossible for him to join Hung Hing.

But if this kid really is a member of Hung Hing, then taking action against him today would be tantamount to starting a war with the entire Hung Hing.

Upon hearing these words, Feng Yuxiu turned his head and glanced at Chen Luojun.

Sword King North?

So this is Mr. Lin's reputation in the martial arts world, huh? It's quite something...

Although Feng Yuxiu wasn't particularly interested in matters of the martial arts world, Lin Bei was his direct superior.

He was the one who approved the funding for the martial arts school.

Well, as long as they're on our side, things will be easy.

Feng Yu cleared his mind, turned around, and faced Tiger.

"Kid, I'm the head instructor of the martial arts school that Mr. Lin invited back."

"In terms of status, you can't be wrong to call me Master Feng."

"As long as you are a member of Hung Hing, then you are one of us."

"As the head coach, how could I allow my students to be bullied on the street?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed.

A sharp killing intent burst forth from his body as if it were a tangible force, spreading outwards like an invisible net.

This kind of aura is extremely difficult to describe. Ordinary people might just feel a chill down their spine, but for someone like Tiger who has practiced martial arts, the feeling is completely different.

He felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The oppressive feeling that seeped into his bones made it difficult for him to even breathe, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

"Perfecting the hidden strength?"

Tiger exclaimed in disbelief.

Feng Yuxiu was slightly taken aback, then laughed.

"Oh ho, he's got some martial arts skills?"

"Since you can see through my level of understanding, you're not entirely a fool."

He said slowly and deliberately:

"That's right. Not long ago, when I sparred with Gao Jin, we both verified each other's skills and broke through to the late stage of Dark Force, entering the Great Perfection realm."

"What a pity. It is said that during the peak of his career in Kowloon Walled City, Tornado once stepped into the realm of half-step Transformation."

"What a terrible time to be born!"

"If it weren't for this reason, I would really like to find an opportunity to fight him and see what a real master is like."

"Well......"

Upon hearing Feng Yuxiu's words, both Tiger and Chen Luojun displayed complex expressions.

Tiger is Tornado's sworn brother, and Chen Luojun is Tornado's former underling.

Now, when someone says to their face that they want to challenge a tornado, even though their tone is full of respect and regret, the feeling is still somewhat awkward.

Feng Yuxiu seemed to sense that something was wrong, so he stopped talking and raised his voice.

"It's broad daylight now. If we start fighting here, we'll inevitably attract the police."

"If this really escalates to the police station, it won't look good for anyone."

He raised his hand and pointed at Tiger.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. My martial arts school is also in Yau Ma Tei, on Shanghai Street."

"If you dare, come and fight me tonight."

"Let's resolve this using the rules of the underworld."

"As long as you can defeat me, you can take the person away without hesitation. I, Feng Yuxiu, will not say a word."

After saying that, he turned around and beckoned Chen Luojun to leave.

Tiger stood there, his face ashen, his fists clenched tightly.

He knew he was no match for Feng Yuxiu, but in front of so many of his underlings, and near his own territory, if he backed down like this, how would he ever survive?

So, almost as if possessed, he asked a question.

"Hey! What if I lose?"

Feng Yuxiu stopped and turned his head slightly.

The morning light shone from behind him, casting half of his face into shadow.

His lips slowly curled up into a strange smile.

"Heh, anyone who challenges me will either die or have their martial arts crippled if they lose."

"You choose one."

That smile sent chills down your spine.

Tiger stood frozen in place, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head.

His throat was dry, and he couldn't utter a single word. He could only watch helplessly as Feng Yuxiu and Chen Luojun disappeared into the crowd around the street corner.

Shen Xue came out of the grocery store and jogged to greet Feng Yuxiu, her face showing concern.

"Honey, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Feng Yuxiu smiled and gently put his arm around his wife's shoulder.

"I'm fine."

"Who is your husband? How could a few thugs possibly hurt me?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Chen Luojun, who was still somewhat absent-minded, following behind him.

"Let's go back to the martial arts school."

Chen Luojun nodded quickly and followed respectfully behind the two.

His heart was still pounding, and only one thought kept running through his mind: he had actually been saved by the head instructor of Hung Hing.

And this head coach's abilities seem ridiculously strong.

At the street corner, Tiger was still standing there, watching the three people gradually disappear into the crowd, his expression extremely ugly.

His palms were sweaty, and his back was soaked. It took him a long time to come to his senses, and he yelled at the two bodyguards beside him who were equally frightened and dared not move.

"What are you all standing there for! Let's go!"

He angrily turned and got into the car, thinking about what would happen tonight the whole way.

Feng Yuxiu gave him a choice: either die or have his martial arts crippled.

The sudden pressure felt like a heavy stone pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

He knew he was no match for Feng Yuxiu; he was far inferior.

He is currently only at the mid-stage of the Dark Force realm.

But he couldn't miss tonight's fierce battle.

If he doesn't go, Tiger will never be able to hold his head up high in Temple Street again.

"Drive back to the temple."

He said in a deep voice.

He needs to think carefully about what to do.