Ancient master modern police

Due to being away from home, er, the country can’t take care of it, and some historical reasons, the status of the first batch of Chinese who settled in foreign countries is very low, and they will always be bullied by others. After they can’t find a normal way to solve the problem .

There is no way, everyone has one head and two hands, why, so the Chinese from all over the place will form a group, one side is in trouble, and all parties will support. In the end, wherever there are Chinese in the world, there are Chinatowns, there are Chinese gangs, some The place even formed a concession-like existence.

Before the formation of gangsters, the relationship between martial arts masters and brothers was the embryonic form of these Chinese gangsters. Chinese gangsters who came from martial arts schools respected the martial arts culture. The prosperous martial arts culture is absolutely impossible to find in China. Instead, karate and taekwondo are flourishing.

After taking Zhang Qi and Hu Zi to the bottom of the ring, Lao Mao greeted the people he was familiar with. As for Hu Zi, he saw the person he was looking for at a glance, Lao j.

"Old j, you are not kind. I came to Japan, and you let me fight it by myself. That's fine, but I don't even have a cup of tea." There is a J-shaped scar, presumably this is the reason for his nickname.

After hearing this, Lao J and Hu Zi slapped each other's chests fiercely, and said with a smile: "Did you choose to be entertained to a comfortable place for a cup of tea, or to watch with me how the owner beat devils? "

"I want to sit comfortably and drink tea while watching the people in the martial arts hall fight devils." Huzi said this very loudly, which directly aroused the goodwill of many Chinese people around him. These words are domineering.

But the old j's answer was even more domineering, "Go home and find your mother to tell you, I'm not your father."

"Haha——" Everyone booed and laughed in good faith, and Huzi immediately retorted: "When I was born, you didn't have any hair on your bottom. Uh, by the way, have you grown any hair now?"

Both of them have been born and died, and they can say anything when they are joking, and this is the general situation when mercenaries meet and talk about their friendship. After belittling each other, the old j also explained to Huzi how to play tonight. Museum thing.

It turns out that this is the behavior of the Chinese and the Japanese stepping on each other in normal times. When the road is calm and there are not many fights, everyone dislikes each other. What should we do?Provoking a big event, hurting the enemy one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred, is not worth it for the sake of face, so the martial arts gym in Chinatown has become a favorite place for Japanese gangster masters. Of course, Chinese masters often go to karate gyms.

Generally speaking, in the past, everyone would have a tacit understanding to find someone with similar seniority and strength to "challenge". A kick like tonight's move may only happen once in several years, so Huzi said that it is better to come sooner than later.

"Did you see that little guy named Akino Watanabe? This time, he should be the main force in kicking the gym. Hehe, it doesn't matter life or death in kicking the gym. When the time comes, let the owner of the pavilion be more serious. Then we will have fun." In the old j's tone, it is obvious that he has great confidence in their owner, and he doesn't think that Akino Watanabe has a chance to win.

Hu Zi should also know the owner of the gym, nodded and said, "That's true." After seeing Zhang Qi's interested eyes, Hu Zi explained to Zhang Qi: "This martial arts gym is called a Chinese martial arts gym, and it's quite domineering. This is the most famous martial arts gym in Hokkaido, it was established more than 20 years ago, and it is said that as long as the Chinese set foot in Hokkaido and have troubles, they can go to the Chinese martial arts gym, which is much better than you go to the government.”

"As for the owner, he is the son of the previous owner. He is 32 years old this year, and he is just in his prime. It is said that the blue is better than the blue. Anyway, I can only do two or three tricks in his hands."

"Two or three strokes?" Zhang Qi was surprised that Huzi used his strength to set off the owner of the pavilion. In fact, this kid relied a lot on brute strength. The older generation who has much more experience than him, or the same-year master who is much stronger than him.

The owner of the gym naturally belongs to the second type, "I just don't know what to practice?" Zhang Qi thought for a while, then asked Huzi, "Tell me about the rules of the competition."

"Simple, five people, one by one, and the one who can stand at the end wins, regardless of life or death."

After Hu Zi finished speaking, he leaned into Zhang Qi's ear and said mysteriously: "So the former owner was killed in the ring, so the owner dealt with the Japanese very hard, and if he didn't shout surrender in time, it was basically Kill them all, tonight, hehe, there is a good show to watch."

The revenge of killing his father, the hatred of the nation, and the battle of dignity, Zhang Qi became more interested. At this time, the first person from both sides also entered the field.

The scene immediately changed from noisy to crowing, and when the two stood still, there was a burst of roaring, occupying the home court advantage, and the Chinese voice quickly suppressed the voice of the Japanese who followed. , at least from Zhang Qi's side, if you don't listen deliberately, you won't notice that there are Japanese talking.

The first person sent by the martial arts hall was obviously a master of walking. From three meters away, Zhang Qi could see that the knuckles on this person's hands were all smoothed out, and the muscles on his body were tangled. A lot of kung fu is in the hands, and the strength is not small.

The process of the martial arts competition was also as Zhang Qi expected. Although the Japanese fighters were relatively flexible, the Chinese burly man held his ground very well, blocking the opponent's attack one by one. When he found an opportunity, he punched the opponent, just like that , the Japanese fell directly on his back, the big Chinese man's eyes lit up, and when he was about to step up and give him two more punches to send him off, the opponent rushed up in time and shouted to stop and admit defeat, saving his companion's life.

"Okay, kill the devil!" Even Zhang Qi felt elated when he saw his compatriots knocking down each other, not to mention these martial arts personnel who live in Japan and often clash with local gangsters. The louder the cheering, the Japanese voices that had been faintly could not be heard now.

Huzi clapped his hands happily, with an expression of wishing he could show his hand instead of others.

The next thing that was even more exciting was that the big Chinese man won two games in a row and killed three opponents in a row. While everyone was very happy, the big man was also panting, obviously at the end of his battle.

The face of the Japanese side was not very good-looking, and they muttered a few words to each other, and all turned their eyes to a person in a samurai uniform.The man nodded, tightened his belt, and walked up.

Zhang Qi's eyes were fixed, and he took a look, it turned out that this was a martial artist who had cultivated his true energy, and then glanced at the people in the martial arts hall, Zhang Qi had a bad premonition in his heart.