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Chapter 26 The flat-headed man is not tall and lies just right under the table

Hong Kong, teahouse.

Ji Yang crossed his legs and looked down through the window. After a while, the Southern Fist King came over with a group of old men. When they came close, they clasped their fists and said, "Master Ji, long time no see. I heard from Aying that you were seeking enlightenment. I wonder if you have gained anything?"

Ji Yang also bowed and said, "Senior, you are joking. I was just practicing blindly. These guys are..."

"Oh, let me introduce..."

Several people sat down. The Southern Fist King and the Northern Leg King smiled at each other. The Northern Leg King said, "I have already retired. I was called out again this time. Master Ji is actually enough to lead the team. It's really meaningless for an old man to get involved."

Ji Yang also smiled and said, "Without the seniors in the team, the leaders feel uneasy. It's called a performance exchange, but you know that the Koreans and Japanese will definitely ask for a fight. When the time comes, we will need the efforts of the two seniors."

The Southern Fist King joked: "You are obviously the best fighter, but you insist on asking us to take the lead. You really don't respect the elderly."

Ji Yang was helpless: "I'm afraid of beating them to death."

Several people were speechless, drinking tea and talking. After a while, Ji Yang's phone rang and several cars stopped downstairs. Ji Yang went down with several people. After getting in the car, Ji Yang smiled with some surprise: "Secretary Liu said he would give me a surprise. I didn't expect it to be a surprise. Uncle... Senior Brother? Hey, what should I call you."

Xiahou Wu angrily punched Ji Yang in the chest, intending to teach him a lesson, but he didn't expect his fist to hurt instead: "Good boy, how did you train? Are there needles hidden in your body?"

Ji Yang smiled but said nothing. Lu Xuanxin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said with a smile, "You two, let's go. Don't mess around in the car."

In the car, Xiahou Wu kept on talking: "Thanks to you and my junior sister, if you make merit this time, I will reduce my sentence. I heard about your story in prison. When I heard that you killed someone, I wanted to run out and kick you. I told you not to fight..."

Ji Yang listened with a smile. Xiahou Wu was quite strong and daring. But he was not good enough in front of Ji Yang now. Ji Yang did not compare with Xiahou Wu. He was already extraordinary. Xiahou Wu might have to learn from him in the future.

At the airport, Ji Yang followed the team out, one hand in his pocket and the other pushing a suitcase, the sunglasses on his nose reflecting the scenery outside. Following the receptionist to the hotel, Ji Yang's eyebrows beat and his will body warned him. He walked around the room and found a few cameras after a while and handed them to the leader of the team.

The leader angrily went to the other party to argue, and sent people to check other rooms. When he came back in the evening, the leader smiled and said that the other party had apologized.

Ji Yang did not comment.

"The Koreans are just going through the motions here. The main purpose is to discuss business. They want to come to our Long Country to set up a training course. This time is just for communication. According to our research, the Koreans are unlikely to take any excessive actions."

"The trouble is with the Japanese. They lost a duel some time ago, and I heard there is a lot of public opinion in the country. This time when we go there, everyone should be careful and don't give them any chances. It would be bad if they lose people."

"If you have nothing to do, you'd better not run around. You're not familiar with the place..."

Ji Yang lowered his head to eat. Finally, Secretary Liu took over the conversation, holding up a document and said, "Tomorrow we will go to meet some martial arts masters here and have a meal. The day after tomorrow we will meet with a group of students and have a meeting. Then there will be a performance arena, blah blah blah..."

the next day.

"I heard that Master Ji defeated three Japanese soldiers in one battle. He fought well."

"Ashi, those little dwarfs should have been taught a lesson long ago."

"Master Ji, do you have a favorite female idol? I know quite a few..."

Ji Yang was communicating with the other party with a righteous face, but because there was a translator, communication was a little inconvenient, so Ji Yang could only give the other party a look.

As a result, no one was sent over in the evening.

The next day's activities, Ji Yang was listless and full of resentment towards the little Korean. He didn't like the female idol, he was just curious about what the kimchi smell was like, was it salty or sweet? You can't just say it's delicious, you have to let everyone taste it and comment on it together, so that you can be authoritative...

Time flies, and the last day of the performance competition is coming. Shaolin monks take the stage, their stick skills are so powerful that the audience cheers and shouts. To be honest, it is really pleasing to the eye and makes people's blood boil.

The activity lasted for one day. The communication was perfect. Many cooperation agreements were signed and many consensuses were reached. Both parties had an open attitude towards martial arts exchanges and welcomed each other to teach their respective martial arts.

Dinner in the banquet hall.

Ji Yang was just regretting that he didn't get to taste whether the kimchi-flavored idol was salty or sweet, when a man in a white training suit came over. Before he got close, Ji Yang's will warned him and he turned his head to look at the other person with interest.

This man had a short flat head, was not tall, had strong arms, and had a determined and sharp gaze. He was obviously a martial artist. He walked straight towards Ji Yang. Seeing Ji Yang turning his head to look at him, the other party was stunned, then saluted and said, "Pu Budao greets Master Ji. I have heard that Master Ji is a master of martial arts and has a strong record of fighting. Now that I have the opportunity, I would like to ask Master Ji for some advice."

Just as Ji Yang was about to speak, an old man stood up in the distance and scolded him, "Nonsense! What do you think this place is? How dare you make trouble here? Come on, apologize to our distinguished guest."

Pu Budao bowed his head with a proper attitude, not being servile or saying anything. "I'm sorry for being rude, but I started practicing martial arts when I was three years old, and have practiced hard for more than 20 years. I have dedicated my whole life to martial arts. Although I know that I shouldn't have done that today, and I'm impolite, Master Ji is a martial arts expert, and I really want to fight him to see who is stronger, and which country's martial arts are stronger."

The old man's face turned pale: "All of us here today are friends, we are here for a friendly exchange... blah blah..." Pu Budao kept bowing and was unwilling to leave.

Although it was a conference venue, there were still many media outlets. The Korean media were eager to cause chaos, and they all excitedly focused on this side.

Ji Yang held his glass in silence as he watched the scene in front of him. He said to Officer Liu, "Has the contract been signed?"

Secretary Liu's face turned pale: "Damn, you are trying to play this trick on us."

Ji Yang curled his lips: "I understand. It's just a small place. There is a saying in our Long country that poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people."

Secretary Liu remained calm, but the corner of his mouth twitched: "Master Ji, don't fight him. There's no benefit if you win, but it will be fun if you lose."

Ji Yang was happy: "Life is long, how can we only focus on benefits? I, Ji Yang, don't care about fame and fortune, I just want to be open-minded, but..."

Secretary Liu wanted to say something, but Ji Yang had already raised his head and looked at Pu Budao who kept bowing but was unwilling to leave. Ji Yang smiled and said, "You know the consequences of challenging me, right?"

Pu Budao raised his head, looked at Ji Yang with excited eyes, and stopped bowing: "Master Ji is willing to give me guidance, and I am willing to accept any consequences."

Ji Yang waved his hand: "Go ahead, if you can get me out of this seat, you win."

Pu Budao didn't expect Ji Yang to be so arrogant, so he didn't hesitate to do anything. Fearing that Ji Yang would go back on his word, he punched and lowered his waist, making the same pose he had practiced hundreds of times, and then he roared to give himself courage and rushed over. In Pu Budao's opinion, he was strong and powerful, and if Ji Yang didn't want to be knocked over, he would definitely dodge.

Ji Yang picked up his chopsticks and pointed at Pu Bu who was running over and said, "Officer Liu, don't underestimate this guy because he has a short haircut and is not tall. He runs like a tiger."

Secretary Liu was about to cry: "Master Ji, how can you ask yourself to sit still?"

Ji Yang said to himself: "Short flat head, not tall, just right for lying under the table."

Officer Liu: "Master Ji, what did you say?"

Ji Yang chuckled.

Pu Budao rushed forward with a shout, and seeing that Ji Yang didn't turn around and was still sitting there, he looked fierce and swung his fist at the back of Ji Yang's head. He expected that Ji Yang would dodge. You know, this punch of his could hit several people.

Who knew that Ji Yang had eyes behind his head, slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and then reached back with his right hand, and although the movement was slow, he grabbed Park Bu-dao's fist with a snap. Park Bu-dao's expression froze, and his powerful impact disappeared in Ji Yang's palm. Ji Yang sat there as steady as a mountain, and even the chair under his butt didn't move at all, without making a sound, which made Park Bu-dao a little confused and confused.

Ji Yang then slowly spoke: "He has a short flat head and is not very tall. He is just the right size to lie under the table."

The next moment, Ji Yang's right hand trembled. Secretary Liu and others looked at him in horror. For an instant, it was as if they saw a migrant worker shaking a rope. Pu Budao's arm actually formed a wave like a rope, and the wave spread to Pu Budao's shoulder.

A very absurd thought arose in everyone's mind: "This arm turned into noodles?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Park Bu-dao's whole body began to shake like waves, and then his face flushed, his cheeks bulged, and his eyes widened as if he was holding back something. The next moment, he couldn't hold it back anymore and opened his mouth to spray.

Ji Yang swung his right hand, and Pu Budao was thrown out in an instant, spinning. He fell to the ground with a thud, but his body was still spinning. At this time, Pu Budao opened his mouth, and a mouthful of extremely rich blood-red liquid spurted out of his mouth with a puff.

He lay on the ground like a big turntable, his figure spinning, and the blood mist sprayed out formed a red vortex. He slid on the ground at a very fast speed, and finally stopped spinning when he rushed under a table in the distance, and the blood in his mouth gushed out.

The conference room was a little quiet.

There was a crisp sound, and everyone turned their heads to look, and saw Ji Yang biting something with his cheeks bulging. He quickly swallowed it, and the next moment he picked up a piece of chicken with bones and threw it into his mouth, eating it with a crunch. Although his teeth could not be seen, it gave people the illusion that he could chew even steel.

"Isn't Korea close to the sea? Why are there only so many seafood items?"

Ji Yang muttered something, brought the seafood plate in front of him, and started eating.

Secretary Liu touched Ji Yang's arm and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Ji Yang turned his head and rolled his eyes at him: "Just tell me if you want to eat it, I'll give you half."

Officer Liu: “…”

Ji Yang passed the abalone to him and whispered slyly, "This thing is delicious. We both like it."

(End of this chapter)