After teaching Fang Jueming the Flash Fist on the ring passage and taking his time, An Yi returned to the underground fighting arena. Most of the people had already left.
An Yi slipped out quietly after seeing that there were only a few people left.
As the saying goes, fame is a burden, especially for a man like him who was on the radar of law enforcement officers.
If Yan Zhi found out that he had participated in a match in the underground boxing ring and even fought against Red Poison, his life would never be peaceful again.
"These so - called Sons of Destiny are really a pain in the ass," An Yi muttered, scratching his black hair and letting out a soft sigh.
So far, he had encountered three Sons of Destiny.
Lin Chen was just a hooligan soldier. They didn't get along at all and would start arguing as soon as they met.
If he wanted to subdue Lin Chen, he might have to start with Qin Yao.
Another one was Zhang Fan. As a doctor, instead of having the compassion to save the sick and heal the wounded, he was extremely vicious. He thought he was the protagonist and invincible in the world. He was like a wild dog, biting anyone who provoked him.
An Yi had barely known him, yet he had already been targeted by Zhang Fan.
Now, there was Fang Jueming, a young guy in ancient martial arts. Unfortunately, he was still too inexperienced. Although he had the potential to be a Son of Destiny, his fate didn't seem to be strong enough. An Yi decided to let him develop quietly first and then subdue him directly.
In the underground fighting arena, on the deserted spectator stands, Yaoji was resting his chin on his hand and yawning.
Since his neck bone had been cracked before, he couldn't sleep lying down.
When he opened his sleepy eyes and saw An Yi, he immediately let out an excited scream: "Master Yi! Master Yi is out!"
"Damn it! Finally!"
Ding Renfeng, who was sitting there smoking a thick cigar and watching porn, quickly closed the video of the naked girls when he heard Yaoji's voice. Then he leaped down from the three - meter - high spectator stand, holding onto the railing.
An Yi looked around at the group of hooligans and couldn't help asking curiously, "Why haven't you guys left yet?"
"We've been waiting for you, Master Yi," Ding Renfeng said, scratching his head shyly.
Although the title "Master Yi" sounded really cool, An Yi found it extremely awkward. After all, he was still young, and the title gave off the feeling of a mafia boss.
So, An Yi patted Ding Renfeng on the shoulder and said, "Don't call me Master Yi. You're almost thirty, and I'm only nineteen. Just call me brother from now on."
Ding Renfeng: "..."
"Spit it out if you have something to say. I'm a busy man with millions at stake every minute. I don't have time to waste with you guys," An Yi said impatiently.
What a pretentious guy!
The group of hooligans couldn't help thinking to themselves.
An Yi didn't have a good impression of these hooligans.
Back then, when Hou Long led them to do all sorts of evil, bullying men and molesting women, they were so arrogant!
Even Yaoji, who was now being so submissive to him, was a pickpocket when they first met.
As a good - looking, honest, kind - hearted and united young man like him, he disdained to associate with them.
Ding Renfeng rubbed his hands shyly and said, "Well, Brother An, I paid the one - thousand - yuan challenge fee for you just now in the ring match."
An Yi: "..."
Led by Ding Renfeng, An Yi came to the place to collect the prize money.
"Mr. An, here is your fifty - thousand - yuan prize! Please take it!" The chubby referee, who had a very low profile, said quickly, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, he would be skipped over by the author again.
Fifty thousand yuan in total!
Stacks of red banknotes, paid in cash directly.
An Yi was stunned.
He had been in this world for two years, but he had never seen so much money before!
Ding Renfeng was also a bit envious.
In the past, under Hou Long's leadership, they hooligans went around collecting protection fees.
As the most powerful one among them, Ding Renfeng only needed to act as a deterrent and enjoy the benefits without doing much.
Now, Hou Long had quit because of his broken leg.
Ding Renfeng couldn't bring himself to collect protection fees like Hou Long did. So he could only do some proper jobs like guarding the venue.
The whole group of them had started to be short of money in just a few days.
The cigar he was smoking now was a fake one, with a smell like an old woman's foot - binding cloth, sour and stinky. After smoking it for two days, he had had non - stop oral ulcers.
If things went on like this, not to mention cigars, they might not even be able to afford baby formula.
"Here, your ten thousand yuan," An Yi said, pulling out a stack of banknotes and throwing it to Ding Renfeng. Then he stuffed the remaining four stacks into his pocket.
The feeling of his pocket being full and bulging was really intoxicating.
Ding Renfeng took the money and said shyly, "Brother An, we want to follow you."
These words were like a thunderbolt exploding in An Yi's ear.
An Yi looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. "What the hell? Follow me?"
Ding Renfeng said firmly, "Although I, Ding Renfeng, am not very strong, I have good judgment. Brother An is definitely not an ordinary person! We are willing to follow you!"
An Yi quickly interrupted Ding Renfeng and said, "Hold on. It's true that I'm awesome, but why would I take you hooligans as my subordinates? Rely on you to rob and collect protection fees?"
Taking these hooligans as his subordinates?
Are you kidding me!
He himself had to rely on Shen Muxuan to bail him out just to barely make ends meet.
If he suddenly had to support so many more people, how could he afford it!
Moreover, these people were neither black nor white. They had followed Hou Long and their hands were probably not clean. They were the key targets of the law enforcement bureau. He didn't want to take on this hot potato.
Hearing An Yi's words, the hooligans hung their heads in shame.
It was undeniable that they had done a lot of bad things when Hou Long was leading them.
Originally, they thought this guy was despicable and vulgar, so they decided to follow him to make a name for themselves in the future.
Unexpectedly, this guy was trying to build an image of a good citizen for himself!
"Find someone else to follow. I'm not going to be a boss, and I'm not taking in hooligans," An Yi said, then turned around and walked away, leaving only a sharp and straight back view for Ding Renfeng and the other hooligans.
Even though he was holding a snack basket, it didn't affect his coolness at all.
After An Yi left, everyone's eyes turned to Ding Renfeng.
After Hou Long left, they all looked up to Ding Renfeng as their leader.
Ding Renfeng also had a headache.
What Hou Long had done before was immoral, but it was also a quick way to make money.
But he didn't want to follow in Hou Long's footsteps. It was too sinful and would bring bad karma. Besides, he still had a bit of kindness in his heart and couldn't do those things.
These hooligans were actually just young people who had gone astray.
Except for a few bad - tempered guys, most of them were still normal in nature.
"Brother An's future is beyond our prediction. If we follow him, we might all achieve great things," Ding Renfeng shook his head and sighed. "Let's go. We have to atone for our sins. We can't be hooligans for the rest of our lives."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
