[Urban] Urban Special Forces (My Perfect Wives) (Complete) - 36

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When the car arrived at Lei Laohu's underground boxing ring, the outside was already crowded with people, but they were all blocked by a group of underlings. It seemed that you couldn't see this kind of event without some status.

A Biao and his gang pushed aside the people in front to clear a way for Zhang Zilong. Most of the people who came to watch were also gangsters. Seeing themselves being rudely pushed aside, they wanted to curse, but after seeing the figures of the group, most of them consciously made way.

"Who are you guys? Do you think just anyone can come in?" Dozens of underlings guarding the gate were very unhappy with A Biao and his gang's arrogant attitude.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to our boss like that?" A Biao grabbed the underling who spoke and was about to start a fight, which made the dozens of underlings behind him ready to fight.

"A Biao, let go. We are here to cheer for Tiger today, not to cause trouble. Brother, go in and tell your boss that Zhang Zilong is here to cheer for him today, and ask him if he will let you in," Zhang Zilong said to the guy with a smile, stopping A Biao.

"Ah? It's Elder Zhang! Please come in. I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Please forgive me. Gouzi, hurry and tell the boss that Elder Zhang is here." Upon hearing Zhang Zilong's name, the young man's attitude immediately did a complete 360-degree turn, becoming much more submissive. He quickly called one of his underlings to go in and announce their arrival. Zhang Zilong waved for A Biao and the others to enter.

"Why? Why can he come in but we can't?" The people outside protested after seeing Zhang Zilong and his group go in, clamoring to go in themselves.

"Who do you think you are? Don't you even know who just went in? He's the number one expert in T City, the sworn brother of the Zhao family's leader, the honorary elder of our Qitian Alliance, and our boss's older brother! You think you can compare to him? Who in T City's underworld is more successful than him right now? You dare to compare yourself to him? You're just asking for trouble!" the young man said arrogantly.

"So he's Brother Zhang Zilong! No wonder he has such a powerful aura. That was close! Luckily I didn't say anything, or I really don't know if I'd survived." The man who had just complained patted his shoulder with a look of relief, as if he had just escaped a close call.

Of course, Zhang Zilong was completely unaware of all this. He was leading a few men towards the stands below the arena, which were already packed with people. Suddenly, a voice called out to Zhang Zilong, "Boss, you're here."

Zhang Zilong looked up and saw it was Lei Laohu. Zhang

Zilong smiled and said, "I told you, we're just brothers, don't call me 'Boss'."

"When have I, Lei Laohu, ever failed to keep my word? If I say I'm the boss, then I'm the boss. I still owe you a drink!" Lei Laohu wouldn't stand for it and said heartily.

"We'll talk about the drink later. Are you healed yet?" Zhang Zilong asked with concern.

"Healed a long time ago, I'm made of iron!" Lei Laohu said with a smile.

"Hmm, what's going on today? I just heard from my men that you were going to fight the Japanese, so I rushed over," Zhang Zilong asked, frowning. Although he had a general idea of what was going on, it was only what A Biao had found out, far less detailed than what Lei Laohu and the others knew, which was why he asked.

"Hey, boss, I'm sure you know something about this. Lately, too many Japanese have come to T City, causing trouble in our territory every day. And it's one thing to cause trouble, but we can't touch them. If we do, damn it, they'll say it's an international dispute and file a complaint all the way to the central government. We underworld guys don't dare risk offending those big shots in the central government, so we have to put up with it. That's not all; what's most infuriating is that several top-tier Japanese fighters have come to challenge us in the ring, and every move they make is a killing blow. Some fighters have already conceded." "Damn it, I'm going to rush over and kill them! You know, the rule in our underground boxing is that life and death are left to fate, but being suppressed by the Japanese like this is really frustrating. Last time, the Japanese even said that after decades, China is still the 'sick man of East Asia,' and we don't even have anyone who can fight. Damn it, it's infuriating! Do they really think China has no one left? I can't stand this! That's why I set up this ring today. I'm going to beat all these Japanese to death and let them know how powerful we Chinese are!" Lei Laohu said, his face full of anger as he spoke of the Japanese. "

Hmph, the Japanese really dare to come here and act arrogantly. Laohu, fight well! Today, we must show the might of the Chinese! You go down and rest first, prepare yourself properly, and don't underestimate your opponents. Since they dare to come, they are definitely not ordinary people. Don't be careless, understand?" Zhang Zilong was also very angry after hearing this, and at the same time, he didn't forget to remind Lei Laohu.

"Okay, big brother, please have a seat. The seats in the front are reserved for you. Several bosses are sitting there. I'll go down and prepare." Lei Laohu said and then left.

Zhang Zilong led a few people to the front desk. It seems that the underworld places great importance on status and hierarchy. The seats in the front are occupied by several underworld bosses. Zhao Jun was obviously sitting in the center, with several bosses from the Qitian Alliance beside him. Of course, Tang Feifei was also there. When she saw Zhang Zilong coming over, Tang Feifei smiled slightly at him before turning her head away. This woman always gave Zhang Zilong a feeling of indifference, but sometimes she could be incredibly warm.

"Zilong, come here, come here, this is your seat." Zhao Jun greeted Zhang Zilong warmly when he came over.

Zhang Zilong smiled and walked over, sitting down next to Zhao Jun.

"What have you been busy with lately? I haven't seen you around." Zhao Jun asked with a smile, putting his arm around Zhang Zilong's shoulder.

"I just got back from a trip, but as soon as I got back, I heard about all the things that happened in T City. I heard you guys had a lawsuit with the Japanese, what happened?" Zhang Zilong asked.

"What else could happen? We did beat someone up, the evidence is conclusive. I don't know what's going on with the Japanese this time, they won't budge on the diplomatic front, they won't pay any money or apologize, it's really putting those old men at the top in a difficult position. The Japanese even sent a very aggressive diplomatic document to our country, saying that our country should hand over the culprit and that a national leader should publicly apologize to the victim. Isn't that just bullshit? It's not a big deal, but damn it, it's gotten international now. I guess the higher-ups will have to take some real action this time. The main thing is that they have photos, it's A-Qiang who beat someone up. Otherwise, we would have just found someone to take the blame. Now it's all very troublesome." Zhao Jun was annoyed when he talked about this.

"This whole thing seems premeditated. It's definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface. There have been a lot more Japanese people in T City lately," Zhang Zilong reminded him.

"Yes, that's what the old man thinks too. I bet that moment from a few years ago is going to happen again. T City is going to be in chaos again. Zilong, after today, could you come to my house to see the old man sometime? He seems to have something to say to you," Zhao Jun suggested.

"Oh? The old man wants to see me?" Zhang Zilong was quite surprised by Zhao Wenhao's face. Remembering Qin Cai's analysis of Zhao Wenhao, Zhang Zilong suddenly felt a sense of kinship with him. Perhaps soldiers feel this way about their own kind. Zhang Zilong just didn't know why Zhao Wenhao wanted to see him. Could it be about Zhao Yazhi? Or his marriage? Please, no, things are already troublesome enough, Zhang Zilong prayed silently.

"Yes, the old man has been very helpless lately. He's aged a lot. He's told me several times that he wants you to see him. He has something to say to you," Zhao Jun added.

Zhang Zilong nodded without speaking, indicating that this matter was far more complex than he had imagined.

"What's your opinion on today's match? I don't understand this at all. I came here today just to support the Chinese. Lately, the Japanese have been driving me crazy, I'm so frustrated. I've been calling in some Japanese prostitutes every night, damn it, those Japanese are just asking for it!" Zhao Jun cursed vulgarly.

"I don't know, I just got back. I don't know what happened. We'll see in a bit. Even if the Japanese are powerful, they're just a second-rate country," Zhang Zilong said with a smile.

"I just don't understand these people. You could just stay home, make some money, and live a simple life, but they have to come to China for no reason. It's driving me crazy! Oh, by the way, I heard from the old man's inside information that the Japanese ninjas have been mobilized this time. It seems like the Iga and Koga ninjas are all here." Suddenly, Zhao Jun remembered something and said to Zhang Zilong in a serious tone, then added, "This is what the old man told me to tell you."

Zhang Zilong's heart skipped a beat. He thought, if the Iga and Koga masters really came today, then Lei Laohu would be in real danger. Zhang Zilong tried hard to recall his past encounters with ninjas.

The prototype of ninjas in China was spies, similar to intelligence agencies, specializing in stealing intelligence and also performing assassinations. They mostly appeared at night and wore black. They were introduced to Japan during the Tang Dynasty, and their functions remained largely unchanged. However, Japan's population was relatively small, so these individuals were of higher value to the daimyo. Despite this, their primary role remained intelligence gathering and a demonstration of military power. Ninjas initially held a low status, gradually gaining a rank-like position and receiving attention from the upper echelons over time. Because their roles were similar, Zhang Zilong frequently clashed with them. Ninjas and their unique skills—ninjutsu—were products of the 17th-century Japanese shogunate era, reaching their peak during the Tokugawa shogunate. The origins of ninjas can be traced back to the 7th century AD, later evolving into various schools, the most famous being the Iga and Koga schools. Ninjutsu was passed down through generations within ninja families. Within each school, there was a strict hierarchy similar to that of the Qing and Hong gangs in my country. The highest-ranking ninja was called a "Jonin," who commanded a faction or acted as a regional overlord. Under him were many "Chunin," each managing a small group of thirty to forty "Genin." Chunin were responsible for relaying the orders of the Jonin and reporting the situation of the Genin to the Jonin, acting as a bridge. The Genin were the lowest-ranking ninja, specializing in carrying out missions. Ninjas possess superhuman skills, adept at using swords, hooks, and various other weapons, as well as throwing stars and other concealed weapons. They can scale walls and run silently across sand; they can hold their breath underwater for up to five minutes, and with special equipment, they can remain submerged for a day and a night. They excel at fighting on the surface and underwater, and can even dive to the bottom of ships to eavesdrop on conversations… These superhuman abilities are acquired through rigorous and specialized training from a young age. Children in ninja families, regardless of gender, must inherit their ancestors' professional traditions, typically beginning training at the age of five. The training consists of five types: balance, agility, strength, endurance, and special skills. Balance training begins with walking on bamboo poles. Once they can walk on the round bamboo poles without slipping, the poles are gradually raised, eventually reaching heights of thirty to forty feet, achieving a level of running and jumping as if on flat ground. This allows them to climb trees, rooftops, and walls with incredible speed. The same applies to agility training: leaping over ropes studded with blades and navigating narrow passages filled with sharp objects and spear tips. Endurance and strength training is the most arduous, involving hanging from trees with both hands supporting the entire body, below which are hidden weapons, forcing the user to let go and jump, using fear to stimulate the body's potential for sustained endurance. Long-distance running is a fundamental skill for ninjas, requiring them to run 50 kilometers continuously without stopping to rest; covering 100 kilometers a day is commonplace. Special skills training is even more astonishing. Besides those mentioned above, there is hand-to-hand combat, poisoning and antidote administration, etc. Disguise is also a ninja's specialty; they can create human skin masks and change gender. An experiment was conducted where a ninja walked through a crowd, and several people tried to identify him. The results showed that each person saw a different ninja—tall, short, fat, thin, and so on—truly making the ninja a "man of a thousand faces." There's also the art of concealment. One example is a ninja suddenly disappearing in broad daylight. The ninja might dig a hole in the forest beforehand, line it with ash, and cover the outside with dry grass. Once inside the grove, he leaps into the hole, vanishing without a trace. The pursuers, losing their target, might even believe there's a real "invisibility technique." This is all the information Zhang Zilong knows about Japanese ninjas. Some of it came from battles with them, and some from classified government documents. In any case, Zhang Zilong believes that truly skilled Japanese ninjas are not so easy to deal with, and a sense of unease has risen within him.

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Just then, the lights on the ring came on, and Lei Laohu jumped onto the stage. As soon as he stepped onto the stage, thunderous applause erupted throughout the entire underground arena. Lei Laohu clasped his hands and addressed the crowd, saying, "Welcome to all the big brothers from T City to my underground boxing ring today! I'm not holding this match for my personal fame. As you all know, things haven't been going well in T City lately. The Japanese are too arrogant here, really thinking that China is helpless. Today, I, Lei Laohu, am here to prove one thing: we Chinese are not something those little Japanese can contend with."

Lei Laohu's brief but highly infectious words drew applause from everyone present, and Zhang Zilong also showed an appreciative smile.

"There's no referee for this match today. I will show no mercy to any Japanese who falls into my hands, but whether they have the guts to come, I don't know," Lei Laohu added. Before he could finish speaking, someone at the door shouted, "The Japanese are here!"

Everyone couldn't help but turn around to look. Five Japanese men in kimonos walked in, accompanied by a sleazy-looking man in a suit and glasses. Zhang Zilong immediately recognized the man as a translator. Zhang Zilong despised

these kinds of lackeys; they were even worse than the Japanese. Zhang Zilong coldly glanced at them, beckoned to A Biao beside him, and whispered, "A Biao, go check this man's identity. If he's Chinese,

find a chance to kill him tonight. I hate lackeys."

"Is it the one in the suit? Okay, I'll have someone check right away," A Biao said, glancing at the man before calling two men aside.

Several Japanese men arrogantly walked straight onto the stage. Zhang Zilong actually admired these Japanese men; they knew the entire underground world of T City hated them, yet they still dared to come to this all-Chinese underground

arena. That courage was truly remarkable. Perhaps they knew China was always aboveboard and wouldn't play dirty tricks, hence their audacity!

Seeing all the Japanese men on stage, Lei Laohu pointed to an older Japanese man and said, "Haha, not bad, little Japanese, you really have guts. Since you're here, you're not leaving. Today, I'll make you pay for your blood debts. Those who dare to fight me stay on stage; those who don't, get off!"

The translator quickly translated Lei Laohu's words to the Japanese man, who cursed, "Baka yarou!" and then rattled off a long string of words to the translator. Zhang Zilong was also fluent in Japanese, but the distance was too great and the noise was too much, so he couldn't understand very clearly.

The translator stepped forward and said to Lei Laohu, "Sir, Mr. Hatoyama is very dissatisfied with your attitude. Mr. Hatoyama said that none of you Chinese have the ability to keep him here. He came here today to show you Chinese what the power of the Yamato race is, something you Chinese monkeys can never match."

"What the hell!" Lei Laohu not only started to rage, but the people below were also cursing.

"Are you Chinese or Japanese, you son of a bitch?" Lei Laohu asked, pointing his finger at the translator's face.

"Of course I'm Japanese. Although I used to be Chinese, I have now acquired the citizenship of the Great Japanese Empire and am a citizen of the Great Japanese Empire," the translator said proudly to Lei Laohu.

"Damn, I've never seen such a despicable person. Luckily you acquired Japanese citizenship, otherwise I would have beaten you to death on the spot. Those who want to compete with me, stay on the stage; those who don't, get off!" Lei Laohu said angrily.

Unlike Lei Laohu on the stage, Zhang Zilong calmly observed the words and actions of everyone on stage. Of the five Japanese, Zhang Zilong assessed that three were ninjas, and the other two were clearly strong fighters. Among the ninjas, there were two Chunin and one Jonin. Zhang Zilong could tell from their postures. The most powerful was the older one standing in the lead—this was the Jonin. Don't assume that Japanese ninjas are like those in some novels, appearing in thousands at a time. The lowest rank, Genin, might be mass-produced, but Chunin requires exceptional talent and arduous training; some people never reach Chunin level in their entire lives. Jonin is even more difficult to attain. In Chinese terms, a Jonin is a figure of the esteemed master level. This is why Zhang Zilong was so cautious; he had already detected danger in this Jonin. Zhang Zilong was certain that Lei Laohu's strength was at most comparable to the two Chunin, but this Jonin was definitely beyond Lei Laohu's ability to contend with.

The leading Jonin muttered something to the Japanese behind him before leading a group of people off the stage, leaving only a burly-looking Japanese man on the stage. Without even looking, it was clear this was a power-type boxer. Zhang Zilong smiled. In a power-on-power contest, there were very few who could rival Lei Laohu. Zhang Zilong had tested this before, unless Wolf Two arrived.

"Haha, little devil, you're not bad at all. It's rare to see a short Japanese man as tall as you. But no matter how tall you are, you're still just a short Japanese man. Today, I'll show you what real Chinese strength is!" Lei Laohu chuckled at the Japanese man twice before throwing a punch. Actually, the match on the stage wasn't very interesting; it was just two people competing in strength to see who was stronger. The two of them kept battling it out, fist against fist, leg against leg, having a great time, like two tigers fighting. Of course, just as Zhang Zilong had predicted, the Japanese man was clearly no match for Lei Laohu's strength and was gradually starting to run out of steam.

"Zilong, who's stronger, you say? Lei Laohu won't lose, will he?" Zhao Jun, who could only see the two evenly matched on the stage, was getting anxious and hurriedly asked Zhang Zilong.

"Haha, Lei Laohu is definitely going to win this round. That Japanese guy is no match for Lei Laohu. Didn't you see him starting to falter and retreat step by step? Tiger is definitely going to win this round, but who knows about the next one? These Japanese guys are very strong," Zhang Zilong said calmly.

"Ah? What should we do then? If we lose, where will we Chinese put our faces? Should I call all my top boxers? Or should I call A-Qiang?" Zhao Jun started to get anxious when he heard that Lei Laohu couldn't win the next few rounds.

"It's no use. Do you think your boxers are a match for Lei Laohu? A-Qiang won't be able to either. Ninjas are a special group. What they are best at countering is power-type opponents. Whether it's Lei Laohu, A-Qiang, or your top boxers, they are all power-type boxers and can't possibly be a match for these ninjas. Although ninjas can't unleash their full strength in the small space of the ring, given time, power-type boxers will definitely lose," Zhang Zilong said slowly.

"Huh? What do we do then? Are we Chinese really no match for them?" Zhao Jun asked disappointedly. "Who said that? Our five thousand years of Chinese culture is something these little Japanese can't compare to. It's just that our special organizations aren't as well-known as their ninjas. Don't worry, there's always a way out. These few ninjas are just a part of the Japanese forces remaining in T City. They're far from dominating here. Don't worry, I'm here," Zhang Zilong said confidently.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Japanese boxer took a solid punch from Lei Laohu. He was blasted to the ground, coughing up blood, by the explosive power of Lei Laohu's punch. Zhang Zilong looked at him; the kid had at least injured his internal organs. Zhang Zilong knew firsthand how strong Lei Laohu was. In this world, apart from Wolf Two, Lei Laohu was the strongest person he had ever seen.

But Lei Laohu didn't stop there. He ran over, grabbed the semi-conscious Japanese man lying on the ground, and began to beat him mercilessly. Zhang Zilong knew that Lei Laohu was avenging the boxer who had died at the hands of the Japanese a couple of days earlier; he was giving them a taste of their own medicine.

After Lei Laohu's barrage of punches and kicks, the Japanese man on the ground was already a bloody mess and barely breathing.

"Baka yarou!" Several Japanese men on the ground couldn't stand it anymore and cursed. Two Chunin jumped up to carry him away, while the Jonin remained quite relaxed.

The Chunin immediately began attacking Lei Laohu, but the already exhausted Lei Laohu was no match for two Chunin. He was immediately hit by two punches. Zhang Zilong's eyes turned cold. The Japanese were notorious for their lack of discipline. The rules of the arena were that life and death were left to fate. Zhang Zilong waved his hand, and A Biao and several brothers jumped onto the stage. Qiangzi, who was behind Zhao Jun, couldn't stand it anymore and rushed onto the stage as well. The scene on the stage was chaotic. More than a dozen people were attacking two Chunin. Although everyone was very strong, they were no match for more than a dozen people. Gradually, the two Chunin fell to the ground. But A Biao and the others, who had long hated these Japanese to the bone, would not let them go. They continued to fight, with the goal of killing all the Japanese. The people below the stage were very excited and shouted "Kill!"

Seeing that his subordinates were all on the verge of danger, the Jonin who hadn't moved an inch could no longer stand still. He jumped up and went onto the stage. His speed was beyond what the naked eye could see. Within a few rounds, he had kicked several people down, leaving only A Biao, Qiangzi, Lei Laohu, and the other two to fight against the Jonin. Even the three of them together were clearly no match for him. Zhang Zilong's eyes turned cold, and he rushed onto the stage.

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He grabbed the Jonin who was attacking the three of them with one hand, and shouted at them, "Get down, you can't handle this guy." As he spoke, he had already unleashed many attacks on the Jonin. Zhang Zilong had a deep understanding of ninjas. Their only characteristic was their unpredictable movements and incredible speed. Against such opponents, if your techniques weren't fast and your movements weren't quick, you simply wouldn't be a match for them.

Lei Laohu and the other two were all injured, some seriously. Hearing Zhang Zilong's words, they knew that staying on the stage wouldn't be of much help to him, so they quickly stepped down. The Jonin, seeing Zhang Zilong's attack, knew that this seemingly young opponent was far more formidable than the previous ones. He then unleashed his full power, his techniques unpredictable and varied, striking at various parts of Zhang Zilong's body. Zhang Zilong knew that against a ninja, you must never rush; haste will only expose your weaknesses. He stood still, receiving the Jonin's attacks. Seeing that he couldn't defeat Zhang Zilong, the Jonin unleashed his signature move... The ninja began to move, his eyes fixed intently on the opponent. It was less accurate to say he was watching the Jonin in front of him and more accurate to say he was watching the entire arena. Suddenly, the ninja vanished from Zhang Zilong's sight. Zhang Zilong knew it wasn't a true disappearance, but rather a result of incredible speed, a mere time difference in vision. Sometimes Zhang Zilong wondered what methods these ninjas used to achieve such extreme speed, but he had never figured it out. This was a survival skill of the Japanese ninjas; it couldn't be so easily figured out.

Zhang Zilong held his ground, his lower body firmly planted, his eyes fixed straight ahead. Suddenly, a Jonin appeared from behind him. It happened in the blink of an eye, a mere instant. The spectators below couldn't help but scream, because no one could defend against an enemy suddenly appearing from behind. But Zhang Zilong was an exception, or rather, he was constantly on the defensive, his entire body on guard. Although his eyes were fixed on the front, the entire arena was under his surveillance. The instant the Jonin appeared behind him, he mobilized every muscle in his body… Zhang Zilong dodged the ninja's attack by lying on his side, then spun in mid-air, delivering a powerful blow to the ninja's chest with a "Black Tiger Strike" strike. Everyone knows a Jonin is a Jonin; no matter how fast a person is, there's a limit. No one could dodge Zhang Zilong's attack. However, this Jonin arched his body, using his chest as a pivot point, like a shrimp. Although he didn't completely avoid Zhang Zilong's attack, most of its force was dissipated. The ninja staggered back three steps, his face slightly pale.

Zhang Zilong stopped, stood up, and looked at the Jonin before him. Without moving, he said in Japanese, "You're a Jonin from the Iga school, aren't you?"

Hatoyama was quite surprised that Zhang Zilong could clearly state in Japanese that he was from the Iga faction. He asked, "How did you know?" "

Haha, I'm an old friend of your Iga faction. I think you're not the only one from the Iga faction here this time. Your Elder Tamura should be here too. He should recognize me. He's been in charge of the Iga faction's infiltration of China. You're called Hatoyama, right? You're far inferior to your Elder Tamura," Zhang Zilong said with a hint of mockery.

"I admit, I'm not as good as you. I've lost," Hatoyama said dejectedly. "

Is this considered surrendering to me?" Zhang Zilong said coldly.

"This isn't surrendering. There's a saying in China, 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' We, the Iga faction, aren't like those fools from the Koga faction who commit seppuku when they can't win. But your victory today wasn't honorable either. You know, we ninjas aren't suited for the arena," Hatoyama said to Zhang Zilong.

"Haha, what a wise man knows when to yield! Losing is losing, why all the nonsense? You're not convinced, are you? I won't kill you today. Go back, and next time, find a place where I'll be ready to fight you anytime. I'll show you whether your Japanese ninjutsu is more powerful or Chinese martial arts are more powerful," Zhang Zilong said coldly.

"Okay, I will definitely tell Elder Tamura what you said. Thank you for letting us go today." When the so-called Mr. Hatoyama encountered a strong person like Zhang Zilong, he completely lost the extremism he had seen in Japanese people on TV. He seemed quite mild-mannered. Perhaps this is how the world is; mildness and humility are only for the strong, even for the Japanese who are as despicable as animals.

"Wrong! You're wrong!" Zhang Zilong suddenly shook his finger, interrupting Hatoyama, then looked at him with cold eyes and said, "I only said you could leave, not that I'd let them go. You're leaving because I need you to deliver a message to your Tamura. As for them, hehe, since they've taken this position and have the courage to oppose the Chinese, they should be prepared to die. We Chinese have a saying, 'An eye for an eye.' Our Chinese nation has never proactively offended others because we have our own culture, unlike some beastly races. But our Chinese nation has never been afraid of anyone..." "Anyone who dares to challenge us, anyone who dares to offend the dignity of the Chinese nation, shall die! Your men will leave their lives here today to pay tribute to the Chinese boxers who died a few days ago!" Zhang Zilong said fiercely. After speaking, he slowly moved to the front of one of the Japanese men lying on the ground. In front of Hatoyama, he stepped on the Japanese man's head, twisted his foot, and with Hatoyama's cry of "No!", the Japanese man's head made a series of cracking sounds. Zhang Zilong lifted his foot, looked at the red and white filth on it, and wiped it on the Japanese man's clothes, whose head had been reduced to a pile of fragments.

"Good, good, well done, Zilong, you did a great job!" Zhao Jun was extremely excited watching from below. Not only Zhao Jun, but everyone in the audience stood up and kept shouting, "Kill! Kill! Kill this damned Japanese pig!"

Zhang Zilong remained composed despite the cheers from the audience, his expression unchanged. The person most deeply affected by Zhang Zilong's expression was Hatoyama, standing opposite him. Hatoyama had killed countless people in his life, and he had seen many powerful individuals, but none possessed a killing intent comparable to Zhang Zilong's. At this moment, Hatoyama was completely stunned by Zhang Zilong's gaze. He felt that Zhang Zilong was no longer a person, but a blade—a blade imbued with fierce killing intent, sharp and capable of cutting him down at any moment. It was as if Zhang Zilong was a grim reaper who could decide his life or death at any instant, and Hatoyama felt as if he had been frozen in place, unable to move. His eyes were filled with fear. Even Hatoyama, who had experienced countless life-or-death battles, couldn't help but tremble the moment he met Zhang Zilong's gaze.

"Aren't you leaving yet? I might take back what I just said at any time. You know, although you're considered a master among masters in Japan, killing you is as easy as crushing an ant for me. You should be able to sense that I wasn't using my full strength just now. I'll give you twenty seconds. After twenty seconds, I'll take back what I just said," Zhang Zilong said, looking at Hatoyama, who stood there dumbfounded, his eyes filled with fear.

"You're ruthless. I'll relay your words to Elder Tamura when we get back. We'll settle this score sooner or later. You'd better watch yourself," Hatoyama, who had never been humiliated like this before, snapped out of his daze under Zhang Zilong's gaze and uttered a weak threat before slinking off the stage.

"Get lost, you little Japanese devil! Get lost already!" The excited audience below the stage kept chanting slogans at Hatoyama.

Zhang Zilong stood on the stage, turned to look at the people below, his expression serious. The people below, seeing Zhang Zilong's serious demeanor, remained silent, and the entire underground boxing arena suddenly fell silent.

"We're all big shots in T City," Zhang Zilong suddenly roared. "Whether you admit it or not, you've all done many things to bully ordinary people, haven't you? Don't deny it, I've done it too. But don't forget, normally you're the big shots, you can bully ordinary people at will. But when the Japanese come, you are first and foremost Chinese. I don't need to explain how Chinese people should treat the Japanese. Japanese influence infiltrating T City isn't a one-off thing. Every time they come, they inevitably cause a huge uproar in T City's underground forces. So, I'm telling you now, don't remain silent anymore. This time, the Japanese are very powerful. The few experts on stage just now are only a part of those coming to T City. If you don't want to die, unite! Don't fight to the death for a little bit of profit! Do you all hear me?"

"We heard that!" Perhaps influenced by Zhang Zilong's words, or perhaps shocked by his domineering presence, everyone chorused, "We heard that!" While they all said it, how many could actually do it was anyone's guess. But one thing was certain: Zhang Zilong had become the uncrowned king of T City's underworld.

"Good, you're all good men, but I have one more thing to say upfront. Every time the Japanese come, many in T City's underworld secretly compromise and collude with them. I hope not this time. If you do, I don't care how many brothers you have or how strong you are; I will take your head. I, Zhang Zilong, mean what I say, and I believe you all understand I have the power to do so," Zhang Zilong said calmly.

The audience remained silent. Most had been completely subdued by Zhang Zilong's power; no one doubted that he possessed the ability to appear before you at any moment and crush your head.

Zhang Zilong stepped off the stage and came to Zhao Jun, saying, "Jun, those Japanese guys on the stage are yours. Don't let them die too easily. Also, I have something to do and I have to go now. Take them to the hospital to get checked out." Zhang Zilong patted Zhao Jun on the shoulder and left.

Along the way, all the underworld bosses in T City respectfully greeted Zhang Zilong as "Brother Long," a respect born from a deep-seated admiration and fear of the strong.

[179]

Time passed just like that. The next few days passed peacefully for Zhang Zilong. The anticipated retaliation from the Japanese did not materialize. Zhang Zilong leisurely shuttled between the company and the hospital each day. His father's illness was basically cured, and he was just waiting to be discharged. Furthermore, Zhang Minsheng had already submitted all the relevant applications for Zhang Zilong's hotel, and everything would be finalized after his discharge. Meanwhile, Wang Xia, without rest, and Liu Fang had already begun preparations. The initial planning and related plans for the hotel had been finalized. Zhang Zilong dreaded the trivial yet technically demanding tasks, so he simply dumped them all on Wang Xia and Liu Fang. He spent his days leisurely smoking at the company, chatting with A Biao, and occasionally flirting with General Manager Qin. In truth, Zhang Zilong was anxious. If the Japanese intervention only made Qin Cai's faction one of the major underworld forces in T City to suffer, then if Qin Feng colluded with the Japanese, it would push Qin Cai to the brink of disaster, to the brink of life and death. How could Zhang Zilong not be worried? Although Zhang Zilong knew his own strength—he could easily infiltrate Qin Feng's room and kill him without a fight if he wanted to—he wasn't stupid, nor was he the impulsive, knife-wielding child he was eight years ago. This kind of power struggle couldn't be solved by killing someone; the saying "capture the king first" was completely inappropriate here. The most important thing was to take down the Japanese first. Only after defeating the Japanese would Qin Feng truly be helpless. Fortunately, everything was going as Zhang Zilong had predicted. There had been no news from Qin Feng for the past few days. Zhang Zilong thought to himself, "When did this kid become so patient?"

Zhang Zilong knocked on the door and said in a heavy voice, "President Qin, I have something to report." He pretended to knock on Qin Cai's office door. Now, having learned from the previous experience, the secretary named Song Li dared not pay any attention to Zhang Zilong and would avoid him whenever she saw him.

"Come in," Qin Cai recognized Zhang Zilong's voice, but Song Li was still outside. There were certain things she couldn't say in front of her. As a superior, Qin Cai knew the importance of maintaining a serious image in front of her subordinates.

Zhang Zilong pushed the door open and quickly closed it.

"You, always teasing me, and you call yourself my subordinate?" Qin Cai complained as soon as the door closed.

"Hehe, here I am your subordinate, but elsewhere... well, you are my subordinate," Zhang Zilong said with a mischievous grin, picking Qin Cai up.

"Where?" Qin Cai asked, confused. This usually clever woman had conveniently forgotten to observe Zhang Zilong's smile. She was truly foolish!

"For example, in bed... but not necessarily. Actually, on a chair, in the bathroom, outdoors, anything goes... and..." Zhang Zilong said seriously.

"You little rascal, all you know is this!" Qin Cai understood the implication in Zhang Zilong's words perfectly. Her face flushed red as she repeatedly punched Zhang Zilong with her small fists.

"What's wrong with this? This is the purest thing in the world! As the ancients said, 'Lust is sex!' Look, even the old-fashioned ancients knew about sex and dared to write it down as a timeless classic. That shows how wonderful it is!" Zhang Zilong started being shameless again. Any woman who ended up with him was doomed!

"You're such a fool! When did the ancients ever say such a thing? And even if they did, it wouldn't be interpreted like this. If the ancients really heard this, they would definitely crawl up from the ground and fight you to the death. Wonderful, my foot! It would hurt like hell!" Qin Cai started off with some confidence, but by the end, she not only lost her confidence but also buried her head in Zhang Zilong's chest, unable to lift her head, her face completely red!

"Not wonderful? I remember that night a woman kept pinching me and moaning, 'It feels so good, I want more,' and things like that. What? Still hurting?" Zhang Zilong loved to say lewd things in front of elegant beauties like Qin Cai. He believed that every man liked it when a beautiful woman turned into a slut in front of him, because for men, the sense of conquest was much stronger than simply pinning a woman down!

"You scoundrel, I'm not talking to you anymore. You're getting more and more absurd. I used to think you were a gentleman, but now I know you're just as lewd," Qin Cai said, blushing with embarrassment.

"What? Regretting it? Haha, but it's too late. It's useless. Now just sit peacefully as my wife. You'll only be able to spend your life with this lewd man like me," Zhang Zilong said, not at all surprised, but rather proud, and kissed Qin Cai on the cheek.

"What wife? We're not even married yet," Qin Cai muttered with a laugh.

"Hehe, by the way, Cai'er, have you told your parents yet?" Zhang Zilong asked, thinking of this topic. Zhang Zilong was that kind of person. When a woman stood in front of him, he felt he couldn't let her down and felt he should spend his life with her and be responsible for her. But if another woman stood in front of him, he would still have the same thoughts about that woman. If a large group of women stood in front of him, he would only have one thought: headache, run away as soon as possible! Call him promiscuous, love-loving, or even irresponsible, but that's just the kind of man he was. Not only were the women around him confused about him, but he himself was confused as well.

"Not yet. Yun'er hasn't come back these past few days. I originally planned to wait until she returned and then ask her what she thought. If she really didn't agree to the marriage, I could then take her directly to talk to the two elders. That would be much more persuasive, and it would save that old woman from feeling like I'd stolen something good from her daughter. But Yun'er hasn't come back yet. I called her last night, and she was very firm, saying she absolutely wouldn't marry you. Hehe, she said she already has a boyfriend. But I'm thinking it's better if Uncle and Aunt go and talk to the two elders first. That way, at least they'll have a way to save face. I'm just too embarrassed to tell Uncle and Aunt about this," Qin Cai said, revealing her thoughts.

"That's right. It's indeed not easy for a girl to say who she wants to marry. I didn't think it through. I'll tell my parents when I get back. Anyway, my mom can't wait for you to become her wife. She cares about this even more than I do," Zhang Zilong said with a smile.

"What's wrong? Aren't you interested?" Qin Cai feigned anger.

"Of course I am! How could I not be interested? Marrying such a beautiful wife like you is a blessing I've accumulated over several lifetimes. There's a saying in Northeast China that perfectly describes our relationship: 'A pig has rooted up a cabbage.' Tell me, how could a pig not be interested when there's such a beautiful cabbage rooting up for him?" Zhang Zilong started rambling again.

Qin Cai stopped Zhang Zilong from continuing and said very seriously, "Zilong, I won't allow you to say you're bad. You know, in my heart you are the most perfect man in the world. Sometimes I even feel like I'm not good enough for you." "Silly girl,

what you said really proves a saying," Zhang Zilong said gently, stroking Qin Cai's hair affectionately.

"What saying?" Qin Cai asked curiously.

"The saying is 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,'" Zhang Zilong said with a smile. "

That saying should be changed to 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,' haha," Qin Cai also laughed.

"Wrong, there's a second half to the saying. The second half is 'Xi Shi's eyes have eye boogers,' which perfectly describes your mood, doesn't it? You know, I don't have any special characteristics. Before joining the army, I was a murderer who had stabbed someone to death. Later, my father used some effort to have my records cleared, which is understandable. In the army, I was a ruthless guy, a tough guy. In my first month, I dared to rush into the mess hall with a kitchen knife and chase the old soldiers who bullied me all over the camp. Later, because of my fierce efforts, I was noticed by the old commander and joined the special forces. I've come a long way, and everyone calls me the King of Soldiers. I believe I dare to accept this title because I have that..." "I have the ability, but after returning to society, I'm nothing. Although many people have said that my face has the potential to seduce decent women, in this corrupt society, looks can't put food on the table. I have neither money nor power. If it weren't for everyone's respect for me, I'd probably still be relying on that pig-shit kid to support me. I don't know what's so good about me." Zhang Zilong suddenly thought about his life and said with a hint of amusement. Although he didn't say it, he always felt resentful about leaving the army because he always believed that he was a born soldier and could only stay in the army.

"No, Zilong, you're wrong. You're an exceptionally outstanding man. I don't know what you were like before, because I didn't know you then. But from the moment I met you, you appeared in my world with a unique presence. How long did it take you to go from a bodyguard to a powerful figure in the T City underworld? Half a year. Don't say I'm exaggerating. Now, probably no one in the T City underworld doesn't know you, Zhang Zilong, and no one dares to see you without calling you 'Brother Long.' You dared to storm the headquarters of the Qitian Alliance alone, dared to kill a Japanese man on the spot, and dared to stand on the stage alone and threaten..." "In the entire T City underworld, yes, you have no power now, but in T City, how many people dare to tolerate you, Zhang Zilong? How many people dare not take you seriously? Even Zhao Wenhao, the big boss of the T City underworld, wouldn't dare say he's not wary of you. Actually, none of that matters. It doesn't matter at all to a woman, at least not to me. I've seen many successful men, princes, even second and third-generation reds, I've seen men with frighteningly prominent family backgrounds, but I only like you. Do you know why?" Qin Cai said slowly, her eyes full of tenderness.

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