Chapter 143: Pass 5 levels and kill 6 generals
Chapter 143: Passing Five Gates and Killing Six Generals
It was the first time that Jiu Wenlong met the famous Shen Xian Tang in the martial arts world. He did not dare to neglect him. He showed the Hongmen "three and a half incense" hand gesture and shouted in a loud voice: "The Triad Society and the Twelve-level Jiu Wenlong of Qunle are here to greet Mr. Yin, the staff of Zhongyi Hall!"
"Brother Long is a senior in the martial arts world, so just call me Shen Xian Tang, no need to call me Mr. Yin."
Yin Zhaotang was leaning back in his chair, wearing a suit and smoking a cigar in a swaggering manner.
Jiu Wenlong revealed his identity and answered with a folded hand: "Mr. Yin is the double flower of Zhongyi Hall and Dong'an Society, and the martial arts champion of Chaozhou Gang. I, Jiu Wenlong, only debuted a few years earlier, so I can't be considered a senior."
"It's really rude to call you by your nickname, so I'll just call you Atang."
Yin Zhaotang nodded: "Brother Long is happy, you can call me Tangzi."
Jiu Wenlong presented the letter of challenge with both hands and said solemnly: "Last night, some brothers from Zhongyi Hall seemed to be dissatisfied with the fact that someone from Qunle Club came out to wave the flag."
"They swept through two streets and seven venues of my Qunle, and injured more than 30 of my Qunle brothers!"
Yin Zhaotang did not deny it and responded, "I heard about it."
Jiu Wenlong was wearing a tank top, his hands were covered with calluses, and his dark skin highlighted his well-defined muscles.
The tattoo on his back shows the head of a dragon but not its tail. The nine dragon heads are big and small, but all have wide-open eyes, flying whiskers, and crawling all over his shoulders and chest, giving him a ferocious and aggressive look.
He was not disdainful, nor was he arrogant, his tone was even quite calm.
"Yesterday afternoon, I came out to wave the flag. In the evening, Atang, you asked people to come and celebrate for me. It's my honor. The rules of the underworld are that the retired red sticks have to last for seven days before they can be considered to have stood up."
"Since Ah Tang is interested in trying my Kung Fu, why don't we just arrange a time and place and have a fair fight!"
The letter of challenge had the initials of He Qunle written on it, as well as the year and date.
Yin Zhaotang opened the first page, and the signature was Jiu Wenlong, the boss of Jordan District. It seemed that Jiu Wenlong was going to directly replace Da Pao.
He Qunle will definitely hand over all the territory and manpower in Jordan District to him.
"Brother Long, do you mean Dou Jiang?"
Yin Zhaotang asked with interest.
Jiu Wenlong said: "Brother Tang is the most popular double flower in Yau Tsim Mong. If we play Doujiang, he will definitely not be convinced after one or two rounds. If Brother Tang is not convinced, it will be useless to fight."
Danta, Niu Qiang and Hua Pi were shocked to hear this and their faces turned pale.
One or two rounds are not enough for him, what other ways are there to play in the world?
Learn from Guan Erye to pass the five levels!
After reading the letter of challenge, Yin Zhaotang snapped it shut, stood up and walked in front of Jiu Wenlong: "Brother Long, you must learn from the Second Master to pass five levels, kill six generals, and return to the arena in the most majestic way."
"As a junior, I must help Brother Long."
"I accept this letter of challenge. For the next five days, I will challenge one level each day. See you at Temple Street!"
Jiu Wenlong clasped his fists sincerely: "Thank you!"
He turned and walked out of the office door, ran into Dapao who was waiting at the door. He put his hand on Dapao's shoulder and patted him twice without saying a word.
"Brother Long."
There were still a few grains of curry rice stuck at the corners of Dapao's mouth.
Ah Le rushed to the office and asked breathlessly, "Brother Tang, what does it mean to pass five levels and kill six generals?"
"I always hear people say on the street, old Shuanghua meets new Shuanghua, Jiuwenlong wants to step on you to get to the top!"
Dan Tart sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, and asked with a serious expression: "Ah Le, don't you like to go to Macau to play cards? There are three levels on the card table, and there are five levels in the underworld."
Passing three levels means putting all your chips in, swiping three times in a row, and winning three games in a row!
After five levels, the two clubs will choose a time and place and play five games in a row.
The number of people doesn't need to be large, but there will definitely be casualties.
Jiu Wenlong wrote the time on the letter of challenge: three o'clock in the morning. There were ten people, and a total of fifty people were needed for the five matches.
And including the leading "general", there can be a maximum of fifty-six.
Although only one fighter is needed to lead the troops in each show, an extra fighter can be sent at the beginning or the end of the show. This is said to be an imitation of Guan Yu and has become a common practice in the martial arts world.
Ah Le understood immediately, his face sank as he clenched his fists: "If you pick that star, you won't see him pass three levels in one gambling game in Haojiang for a hundred times. I don't know how many lives will be lost if he passes five levels!"
"Jiu Wenlong is really not afraid of death."
Jiang Hao sneered, "If someone comes to the hall to issue a challenge in person and the boss doesn't accept it, the whole martial arts world will laugh at him for being a coward." Zuo Shou said contemptuously, "Jiu Wenlong has some brains."
Jiang Hao shouted, "Brother Tang, I'll take the lead!"
Yin Zhaotang leaned back in his chair, opening and closing his Zippo lighter, not even noticing the gasoline splashing on it.
As far as he knew, no one in the martial arts world had played the "pass five levels, kill six generals" game for more than a decade.
Because beating a man is very expensive now, one life costs tens of thousands of dollars, and ten lives cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.
It costs at least hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars every year to train a trusted fighter who can lead troops into battle.
How many soldiers and generals can a small guy support?
Which confidant is not trained to become a professional?
In the early years of old Shanghai, the major gangs loved to play single combat against generals. Often there were heroes who made a name for themselves by passing five levels and killing six generals.
Because, in that era, people were like ants, and their lives were worthless. The only way to stand out was to burn yourself and be crazy enough!
However, the cost for Hong Kong community groups to train fighters and develop core members is becoming increasingly high.
This way of playing, where you pick a group of elite fighters and find a place to fight, doesn't look like the underworld, where there are many fighters participating in the show of strength.
But precisely because there are so few people chosen, and they have to be loyal, skilled, and daring, the casualty rate is extremely high. It is not uncommon for six or seven out of ten to die, or even for all of them to fail!
The leader can only die and cannot retreat, because the whole world is watching and the prestige of the society must not be brought down.
All the brothers who come out must receive resettlement fees in advance.
According to rumors, the last time the Number Gang passed the five levels was when the Number Gang and Hutchison Whampoa went to war. Two of the six red sticks from the Number Gang died and four were injured, but they successfully passed the five levels of Hutchison Whampoa!
"Brother Tang."
Jiang Hao shouted again.
"Leave the lead to me!"
Yin Zhaotang came back to his senses, closed his lighter, stood up and asked, "Nine-Pattern Dragon came out to wave the flag to compete with us for the business of Dafei Meat, right?"
"But his foundation is not stable, and Qun Le is not as strong as Lao Zhong. How dare he play such a big game? Isn't he afraid of killing all the loyal brothers of Qun Le's generation?"
“Even if we can keep the flag up, in a few years, the brand of Qunle will fall.”
Dan Tart responded without hesitation: "Jiu Wenlong is so arrogant. For the sake of fame, why would he care about the life and death of the society?"
Zuo Shou nodded: "He was in prison for nine years and taught boxing for two years. He must have hatred towards the society. If it were me, I would just focus on my own glory first, and no one would care about the future of the society."
Yin Zhaotang felt that it was too one-sided, but there was some truth to it. He would have to learn more about the things he didn't understand.
The Nine-Pattern Dragon was the Double-Flowered Red Stick from ten years ago.
The first time you fight against the Double Flower Red Stick, you must know yourself and your enemy.
"The news of the challenge has spread all over the martial arts world. Ah Hao, you will be the first to take the lead and test the level of the Chinese Boxing Gym!"
"Brother, you choose. Tomorrow, after we have supper together and pay respect to Lord Guan, I will personally drive you to Temple Street."
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Ten thousand years ago, the mysterious world of chaos arrived.
Technology has lost its function, science is no longer the truth, humans have instantly fallen from the top of the food chain to the bottom of the food chain, and the world has fallen into despair.
There is always a way out. In desperation, someone discovered the Chaos Mark, which can condense a body of digitized laws.
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When the Body of Law kills monsters in the Chaos Realm, it gains killing experience, increases its level, and thereby gains attribute points to increase its strength.
When the strength reaches a certain level, a qualitative change will occur, and extraordinary powers will be acquired, and even becoming a god.
From then on, mankind entered the Age of Gods.
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(End of this chapter)