Best Landlord

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the internal competition. Zhang Xiaolong changed into a military uniform and followed Shi Qiangjun to the competition location.

Because it was Yang Wei who proposed to hold the competition, the venue of the competition was arranged in the gymnasium of a certain armed police force in Yanjing. In order not to be said to be looking for an opportunity to retaliate, Yang Wei also invited many brother troops, a total of 32 players from [-] units , Divided into two groups of men and women to compete against each other.

The contestants on Tang Zhen's side included Zhang Xiaolong and Tian Jing. Zhang Xiaolong was a little surprised. After careful questioning, he found out that it turns out that no lieutenant colonel or above is allowed to participate.

Shi Qiangjun also sent two subordinates over.

In the gymnasium, there are two competition venues on the left and right, men on the left and women on the right. In addition to 32 players, there are also a large group of spectators on the periphery of the venue, plus the heads and cadres of 1000 units, a total of more than [-] people. Yeah, packed the gym inside and out.

As the host, Yang Wei delivered a passionate speech.In order to save time, he only spoke for two minutes. The host's speech was so simple, and the fifteen leaders behind him were too embarrassed to talk for too long. The one who loved to talk the most only spoke for 10 minutes, and then he ended with a lot of meaning.

Zhang Xiaolong was sitting in the player's seat, listening to the high-spirited discussions above, almost fell asleep.

One thing he didn't understand, how did a boxing match, which was supposed to promote violence, be connected with friendship and unity?There are two reasons for beating someone on the field, one is to win, and the other is not to be beaten.

The leader stepped down, the host took the microphone and walked to the front, and two more fighters pushed a whiteboard with the game schedule drawn on it.

The host said loudly: "In order to ensure the fairness and justice of the competition, the order of the competition will be determined by drawing lots. The first is the sixteen comrades in the men's group. Please come to the front."

Fang Ying gave Zhang Xiaolong a push: "Go draw lots."

Only then did Zhang Xiaolong stand up, tidy up his clothes, and walked over with high spirits.

The host took out the list and shouted: "Contestant Zhang Xiaolong, please come and draw lots."

Zhang Xiaolong walked over, reached into the lottery box, and took out a ball with number one written on it.The host said loudly at the result of the ball: "Zhang Xiaolong is number one."

There was applause from below, and I don't know why they applauded.

Zhang Xiaolong walked down and heard the host say loudly: "Fanghu player, please come and draw lots."

"Oh?" Zhang Xiaolong glanced at his predetermined opponent.

Fang Hu's figure is not tall, and his appearance is very ordinary. He is the kind of person who will disappear completely within ten seconds when thrown into the sea of ​​people.But judging from his steps, this is a person who has undergone strict training. Every step of his is fifty centimeters, and the error will never exceed two centimeters.As long as he walks around a certain place, he can measure the surrounding environment out of ten.

Zhang Xiaolong thought to himself: "Interesting opponent, such a talent cannot be eliminated at once, otherwise the country will be in vain to cultivate."

Fang Hu and Zhang Xiaolong passed each other, nodding and smiling, showing no trace of hostility, and Zhang Xiaolong's impression of him was on a higher level.

"Fanghu player No. [-]." The host shouted here.

The positions of Zhang Xiaolong and Fang Hu are set, and they will meet in the second round.

The draw continues.

"Ding Yuan player No. [-]."

"Hu Zhendong's NO.16 player."

"Liu Shibo contestant No. [-]."

Zhang Xiaolong looked at his first opponent, who also cast a provocative look.This is a slightly bald young man, obviously only in his twenties, his hair has almost fallen out, his face is sallow like a consumptive ghost, but he has the exact opposite muscle mass.

This kind of person is definitely an expert in pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Just by looking at his face, he would never guess that his muscles are so strong.

"Fang Guoli is contestant No. [-]."

"Chen Zhiyu player No. [-]." Zhang Xiaolong shifted his gaze and glanced at Fang Hu's opponent. This is a slightly chubby young man who is shouting excitedly on the stage.

Zhang Xiaolong didn't listen carefully to the serial numbers of other contestants. After the men's group drew lots, it was the women's group's turn to draw lots. Tian Jing's serial number was No.11. Zhang Xiaolong encouraged her with high fives.

The draw is over and the competition officially begins.

Zhang Xiaolong put on armor, because it was a friendly match, the players had a complete set of armor.Zhang Xiaolong moved a few times, kicked twice sideways, and nodded in satisfaction when there was nothing hindering his movements.

Every kick of Zhang Xiaolong has the sound of breaking through the air, which is the best evidence of strength and speed.

After proper activities, Zhang Xiaolong walked into the competition field, and Liu Shibo, who was opposite him, showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and he looked at Zhang Xiaolong's legs.

The two sides opened up, and the referee shouted: "Start!"

With a roar, Liu Shibo stepped forward and punched him in the face. When Zhang Xiaolong dodged it, he suddenly lowered his body and attacked Zhang Xiaolong's small pan.

"Not bad! Some brains." Zhang Xiaolong praised.

Seeing Zhang Xiaolong's kick, Liu Shibo thought that Zhang Xiaolong's specialty was in his legs. He was eager to close the distance and attacked Zhang Xiaolong's lower body fiercely, so as to prevent Zhang Xiaolong from having a chance to attack and make a quick decision.

Hearing Zhang Xiaolong's praise, Liu Shibo said in his heart: "Keep pretending."

Zhang Xiaolong suddenly stopped hiding, but stepped forward, stepped on his horse, pretended to seal Liu Shibo's incomplete kick, and then hit Liu Shibo on the shoulder with a positive punch.

Liu Shibo felt as if his shoulder had been hit in half by a bull, and he couldn't keep his feet, so he stepped back.

Zhang Xiaolong took advantage of the situation with a long kick, and when he started kicking, he felt a little regretful. Liu Shibo, who hadn't stood still, was directly kicked out of the field by this kick.

Zhang Xiaolong stuck out his tongue and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't take my legs."

They are all their own people, and it seems that they hate it a little if they go on like this.

However, looking around, Zhang Xiaolong's worries were a little unnecessary. In the internal confrontation, everyone wore relatively thick armor, and Zhang Xiaolong's kick did not cause too much damage.

The referee shouted: "The number two player fell out of the field, and the number one player Zhang Xiaolong won."

There was applause all around, Zhang Xiaolong walked up to Liu Shibo, and asked with concern: "Are you okay!"

Liu Shibo smiled: "It's okay, Brother Zhang, you are really good."

"You are also very good."

Yang Wei's eyelids twitched on the sidelines. According to Zhang Xiaolong's performance, Fang Hu was still a little unsure.

Shi Qiangjun laughed loudly and said, "See, this is my nephew, dear."

Yang Wei rolled his eyes and thought, "If you don't tell, others will know." He looked at Zhang Xiaolong again, thought about his grandson, and sighed in his heart: "God is not fair! Why didn't you give me a good grandson? "

The game continued, Fang Hu played in the second group, and his opponent was Chen Zhiyu.

The two sides stood still, and Chen Zhiyu yelled twice like Bruce Lee. Thirty seconds later, Chen Zhiyu was thrown out of the field by Fang Hu, and Zhang Xiaolong's eyes lit up with Fang Hu's grabbing hand.

Zhang Xiaolong asked Fang Ying beside him: "You are a junior brother, you are good at capturing hands."

Fang Ying said: "He is an armed policeman who specializes in arresting people. Of course it is good to arrest him."

"So it's a professional need!" Zhang Xiaolong showed his original expression.

Fang Ying said in a low voice: "Be careful next time you go on stage. If you lose, it's not just you who will be ashamed, but also our elite special forces."

"Ann! It's easy to handle."

Zhang Xiaolong was indifferent, and didn't pay attention to Fang Hu at all.

The game continued, Zhang Xiaolong didn't watch the next few games, he dragged Fang Ying to watch the women's competition, Fang Ying was caught by the hand, and he shook it lightly a few times, but he couldn't get rid of it, so he had to let Zhang Xiaolong pull him.

At this time, in the corner of the gymnasium, the Fourth Young Master of Beijing, who was beaten up by Zhang Xiaolong, was looking at Zhang Xiaolong viciously.

Cao De said angrily: "Yang Guangcheng, what does your grandfather mean by this! Is this just looking for a place, or a chance to show his face!"

If Zhang Xiaolong can win the championship bravely, this plan to find a place will be over.

Yang Guangcheng also held his breath and said in a low voice, "What can I do? We can't beat them. Last time I injured those people, my grandfather asked me to pay for the medical expenses, and deducted all the pocket money for three months."

Cao De said coldly: "Your grandfather is not strong enough, so we will find other ways, and we may not be able to kill him."

Among the four young masters, Li Libo was calm. He reminded: "Zhang Xiaolong is Shi Qiangjun's nephew, and his military rank is higher than ours. If you want to fight, you can't be in Yanjing. Don't mess around now!"

Cao De snorted coldly, obviously not convinced.

Yang Guangcheng said embarrassingly: "If my grandpa hadn't been watching, I would have found someone to shoot him dead."

After the three had finished expressing their opinions, they suddenly saw Yang Zhen's expression of embarrassment, and Yang Guangcheng asked, "Yang Zhen, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Zhen asked: "Is it true that you can't do it in Yanjing?"

Li Libo nodded and said: "Although I'm not reconciled, I really can't do anything in Yanjing."

Yang Zhen said: "But I have already found someone, and now I think the Beijing office in City A has been smashed."

"Fuck!" Li Libo cursed, and said with emotion: "You are the most ruthless among the four of us."

The four looked in Zhang Xiaolong's direction. Zhang Xiaolong was answering the phone, but with an angry expression on his face, Zhang Xiaolong could vaguely be heard asking: "What did you say? Our Beijing office was smashed?"

Zhang Xiaolong's voice became a little louder, almost everyone looked over together.

"Check it out for me, no matter who it is, I..." Zhang Xiaolong looked around. There are too many law enforcement officers here, so he softened his tone and said, "Check it out."