Chapter 140 The Boxing Champion Walks Out of the Housing Estate

Chapter 140 The Boxing Champion Walks Out of the Housing Estate

Chapter 140: The millionaire boxing champion from the housing estate

Anti-drug police officer Ah Zhe drove following the kerosene to Temple Street in Yau Ma Tei, lowered his head and hid behind the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on a sign on the second floor of Po On Building.

"What Chinese Boxing Gym? You're so arrogant. Is it famous?"

A wooden plaque engraved with traditional Chinese characters hangs horizontally next to the glass window.

Feng Yaowen was wearing a jacket, holding a bottle of soda in his hand, sitting in the passenger seat, and introducing the place with a straw in his mouth: "I used to be in the same place as Qunle Shuanghua Honggun Jiuwenlong. Do you think it was famous?"

Ah Zhe was surprised and said, "Tiao, He Qunle and Shuanghua Honggun!"

Feng Yaowen narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "He was in prison for nine years. He was released two years ago and has been hiding in the boxing gym to practice boxing ever since."

"This time, in order to compete with Shenxiantang for the mainland's white powder smuggling line, Huoshui wants to ask him to come out."

At this time, Huoshui pushed open the glass door of the boxing gym and walked into the gym with five of his men. There were more than a dozen children around eight or nine years old wearing protective gear, learning boxing seriously.

A young man wearing a black training suit, 1.8 meters tall, with a short and narrow face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and full of heroic spirit, acted as a coach. He wore boxing gloves on both hands and taught the children to hit the sandbag.

He had broad shoulders and a thick back, with well-developed and firm muscles. When he demonstrated the movements, he was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and his skills were very sharp.

The children looked at him with admiration, and the housewives sitting in the rest area had their eyes sparkling and were drooling with envy, as if they were in heat.

"Aaron!"

Huoshui held a cigarette in his mouth, opened his arms and shouted.

Brother Zhi, who was in charge of receiving guests, immediately came forward and greeted him with a smile on his face: "Brother Huoshui, please sit over there and have a cup of tea first. Brother Long is about to finish his class."

One of Huoshui's bodyguards said impatiently, "Ah Zhi, Lao Ding has something to ask him, and Brother Long still wants Lao Ding to wait?"

"Soon, soon."

Brother Zhi smiled ingratiatingly and served tea and water, not daring to offend anyone.

Seeing this, Jiu Wenlong asked his students to practice sparring. He came to Shuihuo, took the cigarette from his mouth, rubbed it out with the thick calluses on his fingertips, threw it into the trash can, and said, "Brother Huoshui, what's the matter?"

"Aaron, come out and wave the flag again."

Brother Huoshui didn't mind his overstepping his bounds. He patted him on the shoulder in a bossy tone and said, "He Qunle needs someone to carry the flag now!"

"Old top."

"I've been away from the world for a long time. I just want to live a peaceful and stable life."

Jiu Wenlong smiled gently and took the hand that Lao Ding had placed on his shoulder.

"Ah Long, you won't forget how the name Jiu Wen Long came from, right? At the age of 23, you defeated all nine levels of Jiulong City by yourself!"

"The club has invited a Japanese tattoo artist to help you tattoo nine dragons on your body to celebrate."

Huoshui looked regretful and nostalgic.

"In that match alone, you took home a million in prize money. You are the idol of many Kowloon City boxers!"

"I and Qunle are the last double-flowered red sticks, the millionaire boxing champions in the housing estate, and we spend every day in the boxing gym teaching kids how to box?"

"Don't you think it's a pity?"

Jiu Wenlong lowered his head and pondered: "I think this is not bad."

Huoshui saw that he was a little moved, and said in a reasonable way: "The Jordan Cannon has been transferred to Zhongyi Hall. Zhongyi Hall is likely to go to war with the society. Now the society lacks someone who can carry the flag."

"As long as you come out and wave the flag, the society will definitely give you full support. If you make a contribution, you will be given the seat in the next term."

Jiu Wenlong was a little out of date and asked in surprise, "The cannon has been out of date?"

Huoshui sneered: "That traitor was also accepted by you, right?"

"He helps the company manage the business of Da Fei Rou, but he also secretly follows fans. Last time I found out, according to the rules, he had to chop off his hands. I was kind enough to save his hands and kicked him out of the society, so he became a disciple of Zhong Yi Tang."

"There is a man named Shenxiantang in Zhongyi Hall right now who is so arrogant that he doesn't even take Qunle seriously."

Jiu Wenlong said with a guilty look on his face: "I'm sorry, Lao Ding."

Huoshui saw that the situation was about right, so he threw out his trump card and said, "I have some clues about Mei'e's matter. But Shenxiantang is getting in the way, so I don't have time to investigate."

Jiu Wenlong raised his head suddenly, his face was ferocious, and he clenched his fists. "Old Ding."

"Leave this to me."

After Ah Zhi sent Huo Shui and his group away, he returned to the gym and saw his elder brother hitting the sandbag to vent his anger. He said, "Brother Long, be careful of Huo Shui."

Jiu Wenlong stopped, panting, and said with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Of course I know Huoshui has no good intentions, but I have been acting like a fool in the boxing gym for two years, and finally the opportunity has come."

"He Qunle, haha, look how I kill them!"

Ah Zhi swallowed his saliva and said timidly: "Brother Long, my sister-in-law's matter..."

"Oh!"

Jiu Wenlong punched the sandbag hard: "I will kill all those who mess with my woman while I am in prison!"

"Dry!"

"Call the tigers and hustle. We need some of our own people to avenge us."

He straightened the sandbag, his face grumpy, and threw another punch: "Wave the flag, tell the world that the Nine-Pattern Dragon has returned!"

Azhi took out a small triangular flag from the cardboard box in the office, shook off the dust, opened the window, and found a place to put it next to the plaque.

Ah Zhe was sitting in the police car, eating a chicken steak sandwich. When he saw the flag, he pointed at it and said, "Mr. Feng, look!"

Feng Yaowen was licking the salad dressing on his fingers. He raised his head and said coldly, "Jiu Wenlong is back."

"Sir Feng, you're not surprised at all?" Azhe asked doubtfully.

Feng Yaowen said calmly, "Da Pao was caught by the mainland customs last time and two of his brothers were taken to target practice. He transferred to Shenxiantang, so he must have had conflicts with Huoshui."

"In order to keep its share in Hequnle, Huoshui must hire a strong man to compete with Shenxiantang. Jiuwenlong is the only card left in Hequnle, who else can it find if not him?"

In his entire life, he had never seen a fan who quit his job, so he simply assumed that Dapao's visit to Shenxiantang was a strong combination, and the fans went to the mainland.

You are so brave! If you cross the border, you will be beheaded.

"Ding ding ding."

"Ding ding ding."

Crowne Plaza Hotel.

Ma Zai picked up the phone, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Notify Brother Hao that the Nine-Pattern Dragon is waving the flag."

The person on the phone said.

Ma Zai quickly threw away his cigarette butt, put down the phone, and said in shock: "Nine-Pattern Dragon is waving the flag."

The Nine-Pattern Dragon is waving the flag!

When Azhi put up the flag of Hequnle in front of the window, when Dahu, Xiaohu, Axi, Ziwei and his former brothers rushed to Baoan Building to support the boss.

The news that Jiu Wenlong had returned to the martial arts world had spread throughout the martial arts world.

Yin Zhaotang placed a photo on the table with a solemn expression, holding a cigar in his mouth, and asked in a deep voice: "Who is Jiu Wenlong? Is he famous?"

"He Qunle's double-flowered red sticks were very powerful more than a decade ago, and they almost wiped out Temple Street. He was imprisoned for manslaughter of a policeman and was sentenced to thirteen years. He served nine years in prison."

"He announced his retirement from society two years ago, but his name is still on the bottom of the internet. He came out to wave the flag in accordance with society rules. People in society say that the old Shuanghua is beating the new Shuanghua, and the outdated Honggun is trying to step on the newcomers to get to the top." Ah Le said while sitting on the sofa.

Zuo Shou said with disdain: "What's the use of picking a double-flowered red stick? I haven't been out for more than ten years. No matter how good I am at fighting, I'm useless now."

"If he can get even one tenth of his former brothers back, he'd be amazing!"

Yin Zhaotang looked thoughtful and said, "He must have a name to support him when he comes out, so he must be strong. But if the old senior wants to take the position, we, the younger generation, must also support him."

"Ah Hao, brothers, we have nothing to do anyway, let's beat him up two blocks to celebrate."

Jiang Hao said cheerfully: "Let's do it tonight, boss!"

(End of this chapter)