My Simulated Son's Life

Chapter 2
In just a moment, Li Changkong calmed down.

He only asked himself a question in his heart.

If there is a conflict with Hong Zongyuan now, can he defeat it?

The answer is obvious, no.

Hong Zongyuan is eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and weighs at least 180 kilograms. Because of his thick body hair, he looks like a big black bear from a distance.

Li Changkong and him had a weight difference of at least one hundred catties. Standing together, they looked like adults and children, the gap was too great.

Moreover, Hong Zongyuan, who was taught by the professor of the Dajiang gang to prepare for the gang, had already started. Li Changkong guessed that he would not be Hong Zongyuan's all-in-one enemy in a real fight.

Although the Dajiang Gang did not allow the gang to fight in private, it only prohibited physical disabilities. It was okay for Hong Zongyuan to beat Li Changkong so hard that he could not participate in training normally.

"understood."

Li Changkong bowed his head in response, walked back to his bed and sat down silently, this time he was not stopped.

Hong Zongyuan sat up and opened his hands. Liu Neng and Song Bing beside him hurriedly fetched his clothes and put them on for him.

"And you, from this time on, half of your body soup will be handed over to me."

Hong Zongyuan's resonant voice echoed in the silent room.

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed drastically, and it took a while for someone to turn red and stammered:

"Hong Zongyuan, isn't this appropriate? You are strong, and you are sure to pass the selection assessment. We are different. Giving you a quarter has already slowed down our cultivation progress. If you give you half, then we may not pass. Examination, entering the leading team is a narrow escape!"

"Yeah, there are still six people in my family waiting for me to become an official helper to supplement the family with regular money. Please, Hong Zongyuan, you can't do this."

"Hong Zongyuan, there are so many people here, you can't make people angry."

He looked at the people crying, begging for mercy, or threatening.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Hong Zongyuan's bearded face:

"You can choose freely, and I'm not afraid to tell you that I have a relationship in the blood killing hall. As long as I enter the blood killing hall, I will be the deputy captain immediately."

"Now if you give me half of the strong body soup, then you are my brothers, and I will naturally protect you when I become the vice captain."

"If you don't hand it in, then we won't have any sympathy. You have to think clearly about your fists and feet when you are fighting in the school field."

"My words are finished, who is in favor? Who is against?"

Everyone was silent when they heard the words. The meaning of Hong Zongyuan's words was very simple. Either choose to hand over half of the body soup to Hong Zongyuan to gamble on his reputation, or choose to be brutally eliminated by his hands and feet during the school field.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence. From now on, everyone will be good brothers."

Hong Zongyuan looked at the silent crowd with a smug smile on his face.

"hateful!"

Looking at Hong Zongyuan's arrogant face, Li Changkong couldn't help but feel murderous in his heart.

If he can't even take a sip of the strong body soup distributed today, then there is no doubt that he will definitely fail this selection test.

So he must drink this bowl of strong body soup today!Even at the risk of being beaten to death by Hong Zongyuan.

Li Changkong knew that even if he succumbed to Hong Zongyuan's despotic power, it would be nothing more than a slow death.

If there is no body strengthening soup, relying on the little nutrition he gets from eating every day, he will have to have a monkey year to open the golden finger.

Without Golden Finger, he can only use four words to describe his entry into the leading team with his current strength.

Ten deaths and no life!

So there was only one option before him, and that was to ignore Shabby Hong Zongyuan and take a gamble by drinking the strong body soup, hoping that the opening of the golden finger could reverse the situation.

Thinking of this, Li Changkong's eyes became determined.

He intends to make two-handed preparations.

It would be best if the golden finger can be turned on to reverse the pattern.

If not, prepare a weapon in advance and fight Hong Zongyuan to the death.

His character is like this, even if it is death, he will tear a piece of flesh from his enemy, and never let him have a good time.

"Let's go."

Seeing that everyone was tidy, Hong Zongyuan took the lead and walked in the front. The rest of them consciously lined up and followed him towards the door. Li Changkong was right behind the team.

As soon as he went out, the fresh air outside made Li Changkong feel relieved.

Following the team, a group of people walked along the flat bluestone road towards the school yard in the south.

Looking around, although the small courtyards on both sides of Qingshiban Road are old, they are very neatly built, all white walls and black tiles.

From time to time, teams of reserve members of the Dajiang Gang in blue uniforms walked out of the courtyard and merged into the main force.

Suddenly there was a light breeze, and the bamboo wind-dwellers hanging under the eaves made bursts of crisp and pleasant sounds. Although they were not as beautiful as the legendary hanging jade listening to the sound, they also had a fresh and elegant taste.

Soon, the bluestone road in the reserve compound came to an end, everyone turned a corner, and without the cover of the wall, a winding and beautiful mountain peak appeared in the distance.

Looking from a distance, the thin mist shrouds the mountain like a veil, adding a sense of mystery to it.

This is Kuang Mountain, from which you can overlook the entire Jiangzhou City.

Continuing to walk forward for a few hundred meters, Li Changkong and the others saw a loess playground, which was the school ground of the Dajiang Gang.

The school field was about the size of a football field, and in front of it was a one-meter-high martial arts platform made of black steel rock, which could withstand the strength of a ninth-rank warrior without breaking.

At this time, a man with a white face and slender eyebrows was standing on the high platform.

He was wearing a blue-black military uniform with seahorse embroidered patterns, a small black crown on his head, a jade belt around his waist, soap boots on his feet, and his hands behind his back. combustion.

This person is the coach of the Dajiang Gang, Xu Xiu, a ninth-rank blood-level martial artist.

Li Changkong and others walked to the high platform and stood still. They were the last batch of people to come. At this time, there were about 300 people standing on the school grounds ready to help the crowd.

At this time, the incense in the incense stand also burned out.

"quiet!"

Looking at the noisy scene below the stage, Xu Xiu frowned and shouted in a low voice, the voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by Li Changkong at the end of the team.

"Start tapping."

Seeing everyone quiet down, Xu Xiu nodded to a member of the Dajiang Gang who was wearing blue clothes beside him.

"Ping An Zhou."

"To!"

"Li Gousheng."

"To!"

Not long after, the session ended, and no one was absent.

"Follow me to practice Langdiquan."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xu Xiu walked to the center of the martial arts stage and opened his posture.

"The first form, the storm rises."

Not daring to be negligent, Li Changkong carefully observed Xu Xiu's movements and imitated them.

(End of this chapter)