"Are you stupid?"
Mr. Xu gave the banker a fierce look.
"Since you didn't buy me to win, why did you come over to discuss it with me? Do you have no confidence in me?"
Hearing this, the banker's body trembled subconsciously.
He didn't expect that Mr. Xu would scold him directly. But then he thought about it, this young master has always been the arrogant and unreasonable leader in the family. He just got scolded, but it didn't seem to matter.
So he immediately bowed his knees and said:
"Mr. Xu, I understand. I will go and arrange the tickets for them."
Mr. Xu snorted coldly, a hint of displeasure flashed across his cheeks.
"Gungun, hurry up and do your work! If you delay the master's good deeds, I will skin you!"
The Xu family's men cursed angrily and kicked the banker in the butt.
The banker suddenly felt like he had received an amnesty and disappeared without a trace.
When the servants of the Xu family saw this, they said to Mr. Xu next to them with a smile:
"What a blind thing. He actually doubted Mr. Xu's ability to win the second level. He is really short-sighted."
Mr. Xu snorted coldly and said:
"Our Xu family doesn't need such short-sighted people. You can do this after today's oiran competition."
"I understand, little one!"
…
The second level of competition is now in full swing.
At the beginning, many winners would choose to challenge the military attache. Although they knew that the military attache was extremely powerful.
But these people want to give it a try and turn their bicycles into motorcycles.
It's a pity that the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny. In the hands of military attachés, most people couldn't even sustain a single move.
Even the contestant who performed best among them only managed three moves in the hands of the military attache.
Suddenly, the other contestants realized the power of the military attache.
At this moment, the military attaché slowly spoke:
"In the next game, Jia Mao will face off against Jia Hai!"
Hearing Jia Mao, Mr. Xu immediately stood up and moved his shoulders.
As soon as he stood up, he immediately attracted a crowd of people watching.
"Wow, this young master must be the legendary Mr. Xu, right? He is indeed a handsome man. He looks like he comes from a wealthy family. His temperament alone makes him much better than others."
On the other side, a woman dressed as a maid immediately nodded seriously.
"Yes, Mr. Xu is a man of many talents. He is the dream man of all the women in Youzhou. I never expected that I would be so lucky today to see Mr. Xu take action in person!"
"I heard that Mr. Xu has already reached the level of a martial artist at a young age. This talent is among the best in the entire Zhou Dynasty. As for Youzhou, he is a unique genius!"
"Oh my God, Mr. Xu is so powerful, I'm going to be weak..."
Hearing the nymphomaniacal sounds made by the women, Master Xu could not help but show a look of pride on his face.
In his opinion, with his appearance and strength, he could instantly defeat other contestants.
It’s really a pity to lose the first level!
But, so what if Ding Mao can win the first level? Facing the second level, he had no choice but to give in.
Thinking of this, an evil smile appeared on his face, he jumped up and rushed into the competition venue.
Seeing this, the military attache nodded slightly towards Mr. Xu, and then looked to the other side.
Standing on the other side was a frail scholar. He was so skinny that he looked like he could be knocked down by a gust of wind.
And this is also the opponent carefully selected by the military attache for Mr. Xu.
Facing his opponent, Mr. Xu just sneered and said with disdain:
"If you don't want to be accidentally injured, it's best to admit defeat. I am a great martial artist, and I am too lazy to fight with ordinary people like you."
When he heard that Mr. Xu was actually a martial artist, the skinny scholar's face immediately turned pale.
He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"Now that we are standing on the stage, how can we admit defeat so easily? Please give me some advice, Mr. Xu!"
Hearing this, Mr. Xu narrowed his eyes slightly and a coldness flashed across his cheeks.
"Very good, in that case, I will give you some advice!"
His body suddenly flashed, like a swift cheetah.
Compared with him, the movements of the thin scholar were as slow as a snail!
With a "pop" sound, Mr. Xu punched the thin scholar away with just one punch.
The thin scholar spat out a mouthful of blood in the air and fell heavily to the edge of the competition venue.
He moved his fingers laboriously, as if he wanted to admit defeat.
However, how could Mr. Xu give him a chance?
"I have given you a chance just now. It's a pity that you didn't listen to my advice!"
He said, and stepped on the other person's face hard.
The scrawny scholar immediately let out a shrill roar.
What he couldn't stand even more than being hurt was being insulted!
Even though the other party is the famous Mr. Xu, he is a scholar after all!
Scholars have their own backbone.
"The surname is Xu, come into contact with your mother! If you dare, kill me!"
"Asshole!"
Mr. Xu's expression changed suddenly, he raised his foot and gave another hard kick, and stepped on the face of the thin scholar. There was a "click, click, click" sound of bones breaking.
At this moment, the scholar's face was covered with blood, and he could see that he had not taken in much air.
The faces of the melon-eaters who were watching were all filled with horror.
How could they have imagined that when they went out to watch a show this time, they would see such a cruel scene!
"Do you think Mr. Xu is a little too cruel?"
"I think Mr. Xu did a good job! Didn't you hear that useless scholar just scolding Mr. Xu's mother?"
"But isn't that Mr. Xu who stepped on someone's face first?"
The melon-eating crowd was talking a lot. The idiot fans and the rational passers-by were divided into two factions, which was very similar to the battle between fans and anti-fans in later generations.
Yang Dong watched all this, with a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.
Even though the scholar had no background. But he is a human life after all!
But in the eyes of Mr. Xu, I'm afraid this human life is no different from an ant.
And the military attaché, he just said one word at a time so as not to endanger his life.
But now it seems that this military attache may be the same as Mr. Xu!
Looking at the thin scholar, he no longer has the ability to resist.
A murderous intent flashed across Mr. Xu's eyes.
On the other side, the military attache seemed to feel something. After a slight hesitation, he still said:
"Mr. Xu, you have already won, and this man is probably injured. Why don't you let him go?"
Some people died, but not completely...
