Chapter 43: Luo Bingrun panicked, and Uncle Ben was dumbfounded!

Old Ghost Yan looked at this scene in astonishment, deliberately glanced sideways, and praised, "I seem to see that person from back then."

Uncle Deng rolled his bulky, massive head and smiled, "Yeah, a bit similar."

...

On the left side, the Big Boss had just picked up his cigar when Wang Jiu smilingly stepped up to light it for him.

"Big Brother, don't get worked up. I think this kid is about finished."

The Big Boss took a deep drag of his cigar, shook his head, and said, "It's a pity to break such fine jade, why not try to spare him?"

Wang Jiu looked bewildered. "Ah, what did you say?"

The Big Boss gave him an impatient look and slowly spoke, "Such a man, why can't he be used by me!"

"Ha," Wang Jiu's features scrunched up together, "You have me, that's enough."

The Big Boss raised his head, glanced sideways at Wang Jiu, and nodded, "You'll do."

...

"Scarface Fourth, you goddamn wait a minute!" A booming voice interrupted the thoughts of the big bosses.

A figure stepped out from the formation of the Wo Sing Tsun. This man radiated a tough aura—none other than the fiercest man in Wo Sing Tsun, Dongguan Mouth.

...

Dongguan Mouth crossed his arms and said coldly, "You're not even worthy of fighting both of us. This match, I, Brother Mouth, will take you on!"

Liu Haizhu showed no fear at all. "Bring it on!"

Dongguan Mouth suddenly broke into a grin. "Come on, look at what a damn mess you're in!"

He looked up at the clock tower in the distance, thought for a moment, and said, "It's still early. I'll give you some time. Listen up, I, Brother Mouth, have my standards and never take advantage of anyone!"

Liu Haizhu took a step forward, his eyes burning with intense anger. "To thrash you, I don't need any rest!"

Dongguan Mouth's expression suddenly changed, his fists clenched tightly as his anger flared right up!

...

"Liu Haizhu!"

A delicate cry rang out, and a pretty figure rushed over in a flash, grabbing Liu Haizhu and pulling him away.

... And the strangest thing happened.

Liu Haizhu, who normally wouldn't be budged even by eight oxen, obediently complied this time. Without any resistance or daring to act up, he lowered his head and followed her away.

Dongguan Mouth froze instantly on the spot.

His momentum had just peaked, and he was all set to put on a grand display of dominance... This sudden turn of events completely scrambled his brains???

...

At the bar entrance, by the tables and chairs.

Liu Haizhu was sitting at a table, devouring his food. A bowl of wonton noodles was finished in just three bites.

The char siu buns were eaten one by one without hesitation.

Yingshi stood beside him, not bothering to bandage his wounds, but merely handing him another bowl the moment he finished one.

Wonton noodles, char siu buns, char siu rice—bowl after bowl.

Ah Gang first gripped that large iron shovel tightly, then looked in utter bewilderment at Liu Haizhu, who was wolfing down his food!

His eyelids twitched, and in a daze, he grabbed a char siu bun from the steamer on the table, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his expression grew even more perplexed.

These were literally the exact same char siu buns they usually ate; they tasted identical.

Liu Haizhu gulped down a large glass of iced water and felt a bit embarrassed seeing everyone staring at him.

He shouted, "Eat up, you guys eat too, there's plenty!"

Broken-Finger Song was completely baffled by now...

Big Brother, we're in the middle of a war here?

He turned his head to look at Old Dog Ming, whose face was equally blank and bewildered.

At this life-or-death juncture, a massive battle was imminent!!!

What the hell are you sitting here stuffing your face for, meaning what???

Didn't you get enough to eat at home???

...

After about ten minutes, Liu Haizhu stretched his neck, burped loudly, and looked up at Yingshi with a smile.

"Finished eating?"

"Mn!"

"Tonight, you're going to win!"

Liu Haizhu stood up, walked over to her, hugged her, and pecked her on the forehead. "Wait for me!"

...

"Hey, can you put that damn thing away?"

In the arena,

Brother Mouth glared with a disgruntled look in his eyes. "I said, we agreed this round was one-on-one, and you're still waving that thing around? What are you trying to do?"

At this moment,

Liu Haizhu was sternly holding the large iron shovel, pointing it right at Brother Mouth's nose, all set for action!

...

The two of them had agreed on this round.

It was also Brother Mouth who first proposed that they fight each other directly first, and if the outcome still wasn't settled after that, they would let their underlings spar.

This plan suited Liu Haizhu's intentions perfectly!

Every dead soldier cost so much money—that was hard-earned silver! Liu Haizhu's heart ached at the thought.

...

Looking at the large iron shovel in his hand, Liu Haizhu smiled and nodded. "Hehe, fine!"

The bastard gave a backhand toss, and the hundred-pound iron shovel flew backward through the air like a shooting star!

Ah Gang, who was squatting on a large stone lion smoking a cigarette, twitched at the corner of his eye. With a spin and an outstretched arm, he steadily caught the flying shovel!

"We're screwed!"

Ah Gang hugged the shovel to his chest and suddenly uttered in discouragement.

Ah Hua: "Hm?"

"That Dongguan Mouth," Ah Gang gritted his back teeth, his expression somewhat grief-stricken and indignant, "Sigh, this Little Liu comrade fell right into the trap!"

"Little Gangzi," Luo Nini bounced over and gave the back of his head a slap, "... You know it's very impolite to only say half your words, right?"

"See for yourselves."

Ah Gang rubbed his jaw, picked up the little girl and threw her onto his shoulder, then leaped back onto the cyan-white lion sculpture.

...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Dongguan Mouth and Liu Haizhu had already locked in a fierce battle for several rounds. The latter was sporting a pair of massive panda eyes, suffering miserably.

Liu Haizhu was fast, but Dongguan Mouth was even faster.

Facing another incoming whip kick, the bastard had no choice but to bite the bullet and brace himself with lowered arms.

"Clang!" A muffled sound echoed.

Liu Haizhu's arms went numb as the sheer force blasted him flying several meters away!

"Whoosh!"

Liu Haizhu executed a carp kipe. "You motherf—"

Hearing this, Dongguan Mouth grew furious too, akimbo, he cursed right back: "Your mother!"

Liu Haizhu rubbed his aching arms and asked through gritted teeth, "Are you practicing the Invincible Golden Body? ... Or the Golden Bell Shield?!"

"Wrong!"

Brother Mouth raised his eyebrows in excitement. "I practice the Iron Cloth Shirt! The Dragon-Roaring Iron Cloth Shirt of the Armour-Clad Sect, genuine and authentic, and it's been a virgin qigong practiced since childhood!"

Liu Haizhu felt as if his teeth were about to shatter from grinding them. "Damn it!"

Brother Mouth crossed his arms triumphantly. "Still fighting or not? If not, hand over Tuen Mun to us; Wo Sing Tsun wants it."

Liu Haizhu pondered for a moment, pointing behind him at Big Song, Old Dog, and the rest. "Then are you going to pay these severance and family support funds?"

Brother Mouth instantly lit up. "Ah? ... You mean the compensation for the families? I'll pay double—no, triple!"

On the steps,

Lok Ping-yun gave a sudden jolt, and Uncle Pun was dumbfounded as well.

...

Handing Tuen Mun over to Wo Sing Tsun on a silver platter?

Just the thought of it was terrifying!

Lok Ping-yun panicked and stood up... At this moment, he was truly frantic.

Given this bastard's temperament, he was entirely capable of doing such a thing!

...

One man's joy is another man's sorrow.

Uncle Deng, Fat Hua, and Old Ghost Yan instantly lit up with joy. They looked at Camel's face and smiled so broadly they almost came forward to shake hands and offer thanks in advance.

...

Liu Haizhu: "Hehe!"

Brother Mouth was instantly baffled. "What do you mean? Are you handing it over or not, give me an answer!"

"In your dreams!"

Brother Mouth's expression instantly changed, and he squeezed a few words through his teeth: "You—dare—to—play—with—me!"

Liu Haizhu let out a cold laugh, his left foot shifting slightly, his arms extending... and he struck the starting posture of the Dog-Beating Fist.

Brother Mouth remained unimpressed, gritting his teeth as he said, "Do you believe I can beat you to death?"

"Good!" Liu Haizhu nodded. "I agree!"

Brother Mouth was baffled again, his train of thought completely derailed. "... No, you goddamn make it clear... what did you agree to?"