Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1073 Boxing Championship

"Brother Sun, I heard that my nephew was seriously injured by an uninformed young man a while ago. Could it be... the same guy who was causing trouble offstage?"

Just as Sun Zhengyan was secretly calculating in his mind, a slightly teasing voice suddenly sounded beside him.

The person who spoke had a wealthy face and wore a large jade ring on his finger. He was Zhou Yankun, the head of the Zhou family, a top-tier family.

Most of the Zhou family's businesses are related to shipping, and they have always been very close to the Huangfu family, which is also involved in ocean trade.

Zhou Yankun himself was deeply disdainful of Sun Zhengyan, who was dominated by his wife.

Every time they meet, there are always some sarcastic remarks.

He keenly caught the flash of extreme resentment in Sun Zhengyan's eyes as he stared at the young man who broke in. He immediately sensed something unusual and deliberately moved closer to disgust him.

"Brother Zhou is joking."

The muscles at the corners of Sun Zhengyan's eyes twitched imperceptibly, and he forced a forced smile on his face. He said slowly, "At the foot of the capital, anyone who offended my Sun family would have no chance of standing here and breathing. They would have been sunk to the bottom of the moat long ago."

At this moment, the scene was filled with the capital's prominent figures, and countless pairs of eyes were watching.

Sun Zhengyan was afraid that Zhou Yankun would continue to pester him without restraint and expose his past where he had been forced to endure silence by an unknown young man, so he quickly diverted the attention away:

"Brother Zhou, today's annual underground boxing championship is being held. Each family is counting on the victory or defeat in the ring to determine their reputation and the division of profits for the next year. It's a rare event."

"I heard that your Zhou family spent a lot of money to invite a traditional Muay Thai master from Southeast Asia?"

"Tsk tsk, you should focus more on your own contestants. Don't let the experts you hired with a lot of money get knocked off the stage with just a few punches and kicks, and then the Zhou family will come back with last place. That would be a real joke, losing both the wife and the army."

When Zhou Yankun heard this, his face instantly darkened and he snorted coldly:

"Sun Zhengyan, stop making sarcastic remarks here. The players my Zhou family has sent this time are extremely talented and will definitely shine on the field."

"As for your Sun family, don't let it fail to even get a decent ranking. That would be a disgrace."

"you……!"

Sun Zhengyan's sore spot was touched, his face turned pale and he was about to refute, but he saw that the host of the arena had already walked quickly to the center stage, holding the microphone and loudly announcing that the main competition of this boxing championship had officially begun.

The huge noise instantly drowned out their quarrel.

The two men looked at each other, a cold light flashed in their eyes, and they snorted coldly, temporarily putting the conflict aside.

They all turned their eyes to the bloody arena below.

But they secretly cursed in their hearts that the boxer sent by the other side would be beaten to death in the cage on the spot.

At this moment, Zhao Qiankun had already rolled and crawled to the heavy soundproof door.

His fingers trembled and it took him several tries to get the combination lock right. As soon as the heavy door slid open a crack, he couldn't wait to squeeze in.

When he arrived at Tang Long's office, Zhao Qiankun didn't bother to knock on the door and pushed it open and rushed in.

"Bastard thing!"

Behind the desk, Tang Long was having a serious conversation with two old men. He was so shocked by the rude intrusion that he flew into a rage and stood up suddenly!

A fierce and oppressive aura belonging to an underground overlord instantly filled the entire room. "Are you looking for death?! Don't you know I'm entertaining guests?!"

Two old men sat opposite the large mahogany desk.

The two men were wearing gray cloth robes that had been washed to a pale color. Their bodies were extremely withered and thin, like two mummies just dug out from a thousand-year-old tomb. Even their breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Beside Tang Long, the sloppy Taoist priest with a broken arm restrained his usual casual demeanor.

When his cloudy old eyes swept over the two old men who were sitting there in silence, there was fear in the depths of his pupils.

Zhao Qiankun was frightened out of his wits by Tang Long's angry shout, and only then did he see the atmosphere in the room clearly.

When his eyes met the two old men who looked like "dead trees", a chill that came from his bones made him shiver.

The person who can make Tang Long pay so much attention to him must have a terrifying identity.

But the fear brought by the evil star outside overwhelmed everything!

"Boss! Something terrible is happening!"

Zhao Qiankun screamed, "Jiang Xiaochuan! He... he rushed in like a mad dog! He killed everyone he saw along the way, and everything down there is in chaos! He... he said he wanted to destroy Shenglong's reputation!"

"Jiang Xiaochuan?!"

Tang Long's thick black eyebrows instantly stood up, and a terrifying murderous light flashed in his eyes, "Jiang Xiaochuan from Jinghai?!"

"Absolutely true! It's him! I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash!"

Zhao Qiankun was so anxious that he was jumping up and down, his words were incoherent. "He's too brutal! Our elite fighters are like paper in front of him, they can't hold out for a single round! He... he's about to reach the core area!"

"boom--!!!"

A deafening bang suddenly exploded!

Tang Long was extremely angry, and slammed his palm hard on the extremely hard mahogany table with hatred!

Fine cracks instantly spread across the solid tabletop, and the teacup on the table was shaken so hard that it jumped high!

"Good! Good! Very good! He who has the road to heaven but refuses to take it, rushes into hell without a door!"

"I was just worried I didn't have the time to go to Jinghai and crush this stinky bug myself, but he just showed up looking for death! It just saved me the trouble!"

He turned his head sharply, and the rage on his face was instantly replaced by calculation.

Looking at the two old men who didn't even raise their eyelids, Tang Long clasped his fists and said coldly, "Mr. Kuzhu! Mr. Hansong! I agree to the conditions you two just proposed! But... please, sir, help me kill someone first!"

The old man known as the withered bamboo and the cold pine finally responded.

For the first time, his eyes focused on Tang Long's face, which was distorted by murderous anger.

The withered lips of the withered bamboo moved slightly, and a hoarse voice echoed in the silent office: "Yes."

"Crack!"

The last thug was hit on the neck by Jiang Xiaochuan's clean and neat knife. Without even a grunt, he collapsed to the ground like mud.

There were people lying all around, groaning or unconscious, and the scene was a mess.

Feng Ji stood with his hands behind his back and threw accurately at the huge iron cage in the center of the ring.

At this moment in the iron cage, the previous bloody fight had long ended, and the staff were skillfully cleaning up the blood and sweat remaining on the ground.

"That's it."

Staring at a certain spot, Feng Ji nodded in understanding. As his voice fell, two warriors with completely different auras walked in calmly from the entrances on both sides of the iron cage one after another amid the thunderous cheers of the audience.

Behind them, there was a staff member in uniform, inserting the flag representing the family emblem into the special flag stand in the corner of the ring.

A flag with a dark blue background and a flamboyantly embroidered Chinese character "Zhou".

The other side is dark gold with a vigorous and powerful word "Xu" written on it.