Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

When King Chuang heard this, his eyes suddenly became cold, and Ostrovsky obviously didn't want to stop there.

"Osto, is there anything else for you!"

Ostrovsky simply sat back on his chair and looked at King Chuang and said, "King Chuang, why should I be so angry? I didn't say anything about it."

King Chuang's sturdy body moved and almost broke his suit, but he still had to endure it.

"Go ahead, what else is going on."

"We came this time to prove our innocence on the one hand. You have wronged us in this matter."

"Is it possible that you still want compensation!"

Everyone glared at him, and there was no way to compensate.

But Ostolowski shook his head and said, "No, no, no, we are not a scumbag, we just need to tell the truth about the matter, and what hasn't been resolved is another matter."

"Then speak quickly."

Ostrovsky motioned to a red-haired boy next to him. The man nodded and looked at King Chuang and started talking.

"King Chuang, you must know another thing about us here."

"I don't know!"

King Chuang roared, but he had guessed eighty or nine points in his heart.

"I don't know, then I will describe it in detail."

This person stood up and glanced at the masters of the northeast martial arts world, with Hexi's smile on his face.

"You and our Forest City are friendly neighbors. We have been communicating with each other for decades, and our trade has been increasing, but the trade gap between the two sides is a bit obvious."

"This is down to the market, and what matters to us."

"Otherwise, this is because of the ten cargo ports, eight of which are under your control. Many companies and even our Forest City companies will be allocated to your political, business and martial arts circles."

"This is the rule!"

Wang Taidou roared, trembling all over, obviously furious.

In fact, the truth of the matter is that they have lost the management rights of the five ports, and even the commerce and industry in many parts of the north are occupied by the big bosses of Forest City. According to the previous contract, they obviously want to get through.

"Rules, today we are going to change the rules!"

Ostolovsky's eyes finally turned into an icy color, and his spiritual power surged. The entire venue was shrouded in violent coercion, and the general masters changed their colors.

King Chuang was naturally unwilling to be inferior, and roared: "Okay, then change the rules, how do you change it!"

Ostrovsky looked at King Chuang and said bluntly: "You don't know how to change it, the management of these ports belongs to us!"

King Chuang punched the top of the table, and the whole table burst into pieces, and dust was scattered everywhere.

The other masters also gushing out of spiritual power, staring at the opponent, as long as the king gives an order, these masters will inevitably give up their lives and kill the opponent.

"The predecessors of the martial arts world were to make friends with martial arts. Today, we also use the old rules to make friends with martial arts. The winning party gets the management right of the port."

Now Chuangwang and others are also dumb. It was true a few decades ago, but at that time these companies made a lot of profits. Now a large political and business enterprise has enough profits to feed tens of thousands of people.

But even so, King Chuang had to agree, because this was a rule set by the ancestors and could not be changed.

And if they agree, then they have really entered the trap of this group of red hairs. Valia is like a bug, more like a sharp blade hanging on the northeast martial art world.

But even if you know, there is no way for everyone, it is impossible to directly say that you can't win or not.

Moreover, many ports now exist in name only and are completely occupied by this group of red hairs.

"Will the Friends of Yiwu, how is the match, is it a decisive victory or two wins in three games!"

"whatever."

Ostolovsky's words completely exceeded everyone's expectations, and he did not expect him to say these two words.

Obviously the advantage of this group of red hairs is that there are two master late powers, who can determine the outcome in one round. Sending Valia will definitely win, but it is up to you.

Ostrovsky and Varia both smiled, and the other red-haired boys also smiled. There must be an ulterior secret.

"Chuang Wang, is this a fraud?!"

"It doesn't matter whether he blows it up or not, since you said just follow me, how about three games!"

"Neither you nor I can fight."

"Made, old fritters, isn't this the same as a game."

"Yes, it made us happy."

...

King Chuang showed contempt: "Why do these things, as if we are controlled by you at will."

"You don't know that I have a good heart, I want you to die less."

Ostrowski's words made the meeting place suddenly silent, and the masters of the northeast martial arts world were all dumbfounded.

"What does this mean, less dead points, is it possible to choose a decisive battle?!"

"Of course, since you want two wins in three games, then I will do it for you!"

Ostrovsky asked him to come up with a list, with two large characters written impressively on it, with two-sided language-fighting life!

It's very simple. It's a battle between the two sides. You die and you die. One side lives and the other is dead. The chances that both sides can survive this kind of fight are very small. After all, it is rare for both parties to lose.

"Osto, are you triggering a war between the martial arts circles of both sides?!"

"Don't say that, this is the rule established by our ancestors. If we dare not speak completely, we will not force it."

Not asking for that is a very simple result. There is no room for words. The other party has the final say and everything has to be accepted.

Obviously, King Chuang and the others couldn't be like that, and they could only fight against them now, even though they knew they would lose.

King Chuang glanced at the time, there was still an hour before ten o'clock, obviously it was too late.

He looked at Ostrovsky and said directly: "I will fight you in the first game?"

"No, no, I just said you, I was boring, let Wallia fight with you, that's interesting."

King Chuang felt that he couldn’t understand this Ostrovsky. The opponent was out of his expectation once again. He could make Varya compare with another grandmaster, and then stagger with himself, and he definitely won. , But he didn't do it.

"What you said is true?"

"Can I tell lies?"

Ostrovsky looked at King Chuang with an unclear expression in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Well, who will come in the first game."

"Let me come in the first game, you send someone."

Ostrovsky looked at the masters of the northeast martial arts world. Everyone is bound to die.

"I!"

Zong Master Zhou stood up at this moment, looking at Osto with a sullen face, and even dared to slander him, even if he could not win, he would splash him all over.