Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

Chapter 110 What Good Things Happened to Lord Wang?

"Never mind, this is an opportunity. Let's continue to be in charge and use our status to invite all the master chefs out to discuss the matter of the Extreme Realm," Liu Hong decided.

The other two nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Liu Hong couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It's like finding a new path after a long and winding road. I thought that kid Chen Yi was definitely dead, but I didn't expect this to happen."

"Once the master martial artists realize his talent and agree to the Extreme Realm, they will definitely protect his safety, and he won't be killed by the Fighting Association."

Hong Zheng said, "From now on, you can cultivate here and don't need to go back to the dock. This will help you settle down. Martial arts is the most important thing. Forming a gang is useless and just a waste of energy."

Liu Hong smiled and said, "That's exactly right."

The concession, the Governor's Mansion.

Wang Ping sat in his office, waiting for his subordinates to bring him today's newspaper.

He was in a very good mood, and always had a smile on his face.

Chen Yi's existence was a slap in the face to him and changed the situation, finally allowing him to be killed.

"Sir, the newspaper has arrived."

Someone carrying a newspaper ran into the office from outside with a fawning expression.

He handed the newspaper to Wang Ping's desk.

"Oh? Very good, thank you for your hard work." Wang Ping smiled and picked up the newspaper.

The newspaper deliveryman was secretly delighted when he saw Wang Ping's appearance.

He had already spent a lot of money to find out that Lord Wang was in a good mood and that delivering the newspaper today would be a good job.

So he spent even more money to secure the newspaper delivery opportunity for today.

This is an opportunity for progress; you are always there for the adults whenever they are happy.

This will naturally make adults think you are a lucky star, and thus promote you.

It's laughable that those people didn't understand this principle and actually gave him the opportunity to deliver the newspaper.

He looked at Wang Ping's smiling face and imagined the benefits he would enjoy after taking the position.

He wanted to recoup all the money he had spent, with interest.

He just didn't notice.

Wang Ping was all smiles just a moment ago.

But when his gaze fell on the newspaper, his smile froze.

His expression turned extremely ugly.

The newspaper deliveryman hadn't discovered the incident yet, and was thinking of striking while the iron was hot and saying a few words.

Make your presence known to Lord Wang and leave an impression.

He then said, "Lord Wang is in such a good mood, I wonder what good things have been reported in the newspaper."

He felt smug after saying this.

Good things happen when you have someone to talk to, so you can feel even better.

If he plays this role well, his advancement will be just around the corner.

"I'm in a good mood, so I recorded something good? Hahaha."

Upon hearing the servant say this, Wang Ping couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Upon hearing this, the other party felt even more certain that he had done the right thing; hadn't he just amused Lord Wang?

He opened his mouth, about to continue speaking.

Then he saw Wang Ping opposite him, who suddenly raised something and pointed it at himself.

That was the dark muzzle of a gun.

His face turned pale instantly, and he had no idea what he had done wrong, or why Lord Wang's expression had changed so suddenly.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

With a series of gunshots, the body fell heavily to the office floor, its eyes filled with resentment.

Unfortunately, he will never know the reason.

Even after killing the body, Wang Ping gripped his pistol and pulled the trigger, firing at the corpse.

I only felt relieved after emptying the magazine completely.

Then her gaze returned to the newspaper.

The report above stated that all the gunmen were dead, and even mentioned that a foreigner had been killed. However, the accompanying picture showed a hole and a mass of flesh, making it impossible to tell whether the person was a foreigner or not.

There were only a few headless corpses, whose size and thick hair made them look like foreigners.

Others might not be able to tell the difference.

As for Wang Ping, he was the one who spearheaded the whole affair, so how could he not know that what the newspapers said was true?

"I'm in a good mood, is something good happening?"

Wang Ping grabbed the newspaper and tore it apart with all his might until it was shredded into pieces all over the table.

He then picked up the telephone and dialed a number.

He now has only one thought in his mind: to find out exactly what happened.

What exactly happened to that foreigner who was supposedly beaten into a pulp, and those headless corpses?

Are they all experts from the fighting association?

But how could that be? He's a ninth-dan martial artist, and he also has the assistance of a high-ranking mage like Yuan An.

Even if Chen Yi were a Qi Refining Realm Martial Master, he would still be beaten and forced to run away.

Instead of the overwhelming and one-sided crushing defeat depicted in the newspapers.

No matter how many times he dialed the phone, no one answered.

Wang Ping's bad premonition grew stronger.

After several unsuccessful attempts to call, he took a deep breath and put down the phone.

Sometimes not answering the phone is also a form of answering the phone.

After guessing what happened last night from the newspaper.

Wang Ping muttered, "Chen Yi, what exactly are you?"

Then, they began to think of countermeasures.

Currently, neither a ninth-dan martial arts master nor a master of the Qi Refining Realm can do anything to Chen Yi.

It was no longer possible to kill Chen Yi; what he was thinking about now was how to avoid being killed himself.

Two paths lay before him: one was to completely submit to the foreigners and seek their protection.

However, without his status in the Governor-General's office, he was no longer of any use to the foreigners.

How could it be because he offended Chen Yi, a martial arts master who could kill a ninth-dan fighter?

Then there's only one other way: find Master Huo.

He recounted part of the story to Master Huo.

He played the victim, showing that he had turned over a new leaf. He knew he couldn't keep his current position or become governor, but he could keep his life.

After all, he was still a high-ranking official of the Great Xuan Dynasty, and Master Huo was still trying to maintain the Great Xuan Dynasty's prestige.

Without much thought, Wang Ping chose the next day, prioritizing his survival.

He has more money than he could ever spend in his lifetime. Even if he were dismissed from his post, his status would still be something that ordinary people could never achieve.

He hadn't enjoyed himself enough, so he had no desire to die.

"Someone, prepare the carriage, I'm going to see Master Huo," Wang Ping shouted.

Someone came in immediately and said the car was ready.

As for the corpses on the ground, those who came in weren't surprised at all.

When Wang Ping is in a bad mood, he will beat people to death; it's become commonplace.

However, he recognized the man on the ground; he had paid a large sum of money to get this newspaper delivery job.

Now he's a corpse, what a complete idiot.

Do you know the saying, "The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make"?

Wang Ping walked out of the office.

Before long, a black sedan drove towards a rather remote place in Tianhai.

Concession, consulate.

Several foreigners huddled together, looking at the newspaper on the table, their faces grim.

Especially those from the fighting association.

I've already checked the newspaper articles; they're true.

Last night, Lord Rolf, a ninth-dan fighter, led three seventh-dan fighters, including Doli, to seek revenge against the Da Xuan man who killed a member of the association.

The humiliation the Da Xuan people inflicted on the association can only be repaid with blood.

But once they left, they were never seen to return.

The flesh and blood in the pit were unrecognizable, but the members of the Fighting Association immediately recognized the headless corpses as those of Dori and his group.