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Temple Street, Jia Shi Tang.

The neon sign outside the door flashed on and off, and the red and blue light shone through the glass door into the room, reflecting on Di Qiu's gloomy face.

He held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, and wisps of smoke rose from it.

Tiger sat opposite him, his right eye covered by an eyepatch, his left eye lowered, and his face bearing an expression as if he had lost his soul.

He was publicly humiliated by a lame martial artist on the street today, and even received a challenge to a duel. He couldn't swallow this insult.

But the thought of Feng Yuxiu's martial arts skills made his chest feel tight again.

The air inside was extremely stuffy.

Di Qiu exhaled a puff of smoke and shoved the cigarette butt hard into the ashtray.

"It's so stinky to pick on his old mother, it's Hong Xing who's causing trouble again!"

"That bastard Lin Bei is determined to oppose me to the very end!"

He got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and slammed his hand on the table, making a loud noise that startled Tiger.

Tiger frowned and looked up at Di Qiu.

"Brother Qiu, so tell me, should we accept the challenge tonight or not?"

Di Qiu's temples throbbed as soon as he heard the words "accept the challenge".

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes half-closed, and remained silent for a long time.

He and Tiger Master practiced martial arts their whole lives, but they were both stuck at the mid-stage of internal strength.

It sounds like it's only two minor realms lower than Feng Yuxiu's Dark Force Great Perfection, but only those who have truly reached this level understand how big the gap is between those two minor realms.

It's like night and day.

Once you reach the stage of internal strength, with each breakthrough of a small realm, your body's explosive power, reaction speed, and ability to withstand blows will undergo a qualitative change.

Just like a person in the middle stage of internal strength can shatter a brick with a single punch.

A person with perfect internal strength could shatter an egg behind a three-inch-thick wooden board with a single punch.

The two are not even on the same level.

Back in the day, the Killer King Chen Zhan and Tornado were at their peak, their combat power was comparable to that of a half-step Transformation Realm expert.

A guy of that caliber, as long as he has an iron hook, can fight his way in and out of a hundred gangsters without getting a drop of blood on him.

However, once one reaches the middle stage of internal strength, the situation becomes completely different.

Like Abu from Hung Hing, who possessed mid-stage internal strength kung fu and could easily take on a hundred opponents, but that was achieved by expending his own vital energy and essence.

Even if you win in the end, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.

It's like killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own.

Therefore, many martial arts practitioners have a misconception before they truly encounter a master that everyone's level is about the same and that the fight will be at least evenly matched.

Tiger thought the same thing back in his prime.

When he was fighting Chen Zhan, he was full of confidence that he could last for dozens of rounds.

In less than five rounds, Chen Zhan pierced his right eye with a single slash.

That knife wound became Tiger's lifelong pain and a nightmare he could never shake off.

In terms of martial arts talent, Tiger is actually much better than Di Qiu.

When they were young, the two studied under the same master. Tiger always grasped the knowledge taught by the same master before Di Qiu.

But ever since he was defeated by Chen Zhan, that shadow has been like a venomous snake, tightly coiling around his heart.

Every time he practiced his skills to a critical moment, his blinded eye would ache faintly, and the image of Chen Zhan's cold eyes would appear in his mind.

Over the years, he has never been able to take that step.

Now that I'm older, my energy and blood are starting to decline, making it even more difficult to break through my limits.

Di Qiu finally spoke, his attitude very firm.

"We'll definitely have to fight."

"This is not just about that brat Chen Luojun; it's a blood feud between our two families."

He stood up and paced back and forth in the hall a few times.

"Contact Tornado immediately and have him come over for a meeting."

"I'd like to see if he still acknowledges us as sworn brothers!"

"it is good."

Tiger nodded heavily, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed.

His feelings were complicated.

Chen Zhan is certainly hateful.

That man destroyed one of his eyes, causing him to fall from his peak into the abyss.

But Chen Zhan's son wasn't something he absolutely needed.

He was seeing what Chen Luojun looked like for the first time today.

But he cannot back down from this matter.

Perhaps it was to kill the nightmare that had been hidden deep in his heart for more than 20 years, perhaps it was to put an end to his hatred, or perhaps it was to avenge his sworn brother's family.

Various thoughts were tangled together, like a mess of yarn, making it impossible for him to sort them out.

But for whatever reason, he had no choice but to go down this path to the bitter end.

Chen Luojun must die.

Thirty minutes later, Tornado arrived in a hurry with Shin-ichi and Twelve Young Master.

Tornado looked a bit better today than when we last met at the Mong Kok Hotel; at least she wasn't panting so much when she walked.

But his face was still sickly pale, and he was extremely thin, with his oversized coat hanging loosely on his body.

"Ah Qiu, Ah Hu."

He greeted us as he entered, his tone no different from usual.

Kexin and Twelve Young Masters followed behind him, their expressions tense.

They weren't stupid; they sensed something was off as soon as they walked in.

Tornado naturally noticed it too.

Di Qiu sat in the main seat, smoking, his face ashen, his eyes so gloomy they seemed to drip water.

Tiger sat beside him, the scar under his right eyepatch trembling slightly, clearly suppressing something.

"What's wrong?"

Tornado sat down in the chair, trying to make her tone sound as relaxed as possible.

"Who upset you two?"

"They all have a fighting look on their faces."

Di Qiu did not respond.

He stubbed out his cigarette, looked up, and stared intently at Tornado's face.

"Azu, I want to ask you something."

"Did you deliberately hide it from us, or was it an accident?"

Tornado's heart skipped a beat, and the muscles on his face stiffened.

His real name is Zhang Shaozu.

But Diqiu and Tiger never called him that normally.

When he's happy, he calls me Ah Long; when we're drinking, he calls me Brother Long; and when we're arguing, he just calls me by my full name.

This is the first time in the decades since they became sworn brothers that they have addressed him as "A-Zu" in this tone.

He understood instantly.

It seems Chen Luojun's identity can no longer be hidden.

He turned to look at Tiger.

Tiger met his gaze, his lips moved, but he ultimately turned his head away in resentment.

really.

They all know.

Tornado sighed inwardly.

What a terrible thing to do.

"You...you all knew?"

His expression was one of utter helplessness, and his tone was bitter.

Upon hearing this, Di Qiu could no longer contain himself.

He slammed his hand on the table, jumped up, and started cursing at Tornado's face.

"Zhang Shaozu!"

"How dare you ask?"

"And I treated you like a brother!"

"Not only will you not help me hunt down my enemy, but you're also harboring his son in my stronghold!"

Do you still consider me your brother?

"Is Ah Hu still around? Huh?!"

His voice boomed in the hall, even the underlings outside shrank back in fear.