At this moment, the first floor of Tianhao Building.
A group of young people wearing martial arts robes stood upright at the gate with their hands behind their hands, as if they regarded this as their own martial arts studio and would not let anyone in.
Inside, more than a dozen members of the martial arts association gathered in front of a young man, looking at the luxuriously decorated building.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's so impressive. It would cost at least tens of millions to build such a building!"
A middle-aged martial artist with a big chest and a round waist, and a full beard on his chin said.
The look on his face was full of shock, as if he had never been to such a high-end place before.
"Tens of millions?" At this time, another person smiled disdainfully: "You, a guy who has never seen the world, probably can't even buy land with tens of millions."
"This building will cost at least one billion to build."
"Oh, forget it. If we had money, would we still look like this country bumpkin?"
"That's right, the words "Martial Arts Association" sound grand, but for more than ten years, among all walks of life in the country, we have the least subsidies. After all, we are also representatives of the martial arts world, but we have ended up in this poor state. "
"Okay, okay, stop saying a few words. Didn't you receive the news yesterday? From now on, our martial arts association will rise, and someone will send money in minutes, just like today."
After a slightly older martial artist calmed down everyone's emotions, he looked at the calm young man.
"Mr. Zhao, is what the vice-president said true? Can we really take money from this 'Yu Yan Jiangnan' today?"
Hearing this, Zhao Anyu opened his sharp eyes, and his body unconsciously exuded an overbearing temperament.
He sneered and replied in two words with great arrogance.
"certainly!"
"My dad said that the money Yuyan Jiangnan received from the charity dinner the night before yesterday was given by the big shots in Jiangnan Province to please Mr. Qi."
"Think about it, what is Mr. Qi's relationship with our martial arts association, and what is his relationship with me, Zhao Anyu?"
"Isn't his money our money? Moreover, from a certain perspective, this is also a relatively formal process of withdrawing money. Simply put, this is equivalent to 'money laundering'."
"Do you understand money laundering?" Zhao Anyu asked.
The older martial artist immediately reacted: "Understood, are you saying that those big figures in Jiangnan Province donating money to 'Yuyan Jiangnan' are actually honoring Mr. Qi and honoring our martial arts association?"
Zhao Anyu patted him on the shoulder: "Uncle Wang, you are quite right. You are right, 'Yu Yan Jiangnan' is a money collector."
"It is no exaggeration to say that it is the wallet of our martial arts association."
"Those people in the agency use this method to honor us to avoid being caught by others, you understand!"
When Zhao Anyu explained this, everyone nodded and understood the reason.
It turns out that 'Yuyanjiangnan' is a leather case company that specializes in rationalizing big shots' money and giving it to outsiders.
At this moment, Zhao Anyu glanced at the receptionist and said angrily: "Are the people from your finance department here?"
"Hurry, don't waste our time, we are still rushing to participate in the life and death arena."
"You wasted our time, be careful to crush your eyes!"
Uh-huh!
As soon as these words came out, everyone who listened to the little sister was dumbfounded, trembling with fear, and did not dare to speak at all.
But just when Zhao Anyu was about to continue to exert pressure.
A long knife came through the air!
The harsh sound that broke through the air forced him in front of Zhao Anyu.
His expression suddenly changed, and he immediately turned sideways and hid.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense.
All the martial arts masters rushed in and looked menacingly in the direction from which the swords were flying.
"who!"
"Looking for death!"
"Get out." Zhao Anyu roared angrily.
Then, in the air, only Guan Sheng's voice was heard.
"Get it clear, is it me or you who is looking for death?"
After the words fell, Guan Sheng walked towards him coldly with his hands in his pockets.
Behind him, Mr. Ji put his hands behind his back and glanced gloomily at the group of people from the martial arts association.
Seeing Guan Sheng, Zhao Anyu smiled disdainfully: "Who do I think he is! Isn't this the fake Guan who was invited to die by Mr. Qi of our association?"
"Hey, why are you hiding here and not going to Longteng Plaza to participate in the ring? You must be afraid of Qi Xiaolong!"
"Boy, if I were you, even if I knew I would die, I would still participate for the sake of my final dignity, instead of hiding here like a turtle."
He said to Guan Sheng, as if ordering a piece of rubbish, "Get out of here quickly."
"Don't delay me getting money!"
"Withdraw money?" Guan Sheng chuckled.
"Withdraw money for what?"
"What are you farting on? Where is your money here?" Guan Sheng asked.
Zhao Anyu was speechless, threw a stack of information onto the table where the little sister was being entertained, and said to Guan Sheng.
"Follow the process, right! OK, OK, take a good look. This is a project that our Wushu Association needs charitable donations for."
"The total amount of funds that need to be donated is 5 billion, so get the money quickly!"
Guan Sheng looked at the little girl who was entertaining: "Does our group have this project?"
"No!" The new receptionist shook his head repeatedly: "Mr. Guan, I have never heard of this project."
"Furthermore, our group's donation recipients are basically in poverty-stricken areas. This... this martial arts association... I've never heard of it!"
Guan Sheng snorted coldly: "Of course I haven't heard of it. The Wushu Association is not so poor that it can't afford food."
"Oh no, it should be said that even if they can't afford to eat, they can still go out on the street and perform with guns and sticks to make ends meet. They haven't reached the point where their hands and feet are disabled, their eyes are disabled, and their families are ruined!"
"I'm convinced too. Where did you get the nerve to ask for money with such a messy thing?"
boom!
For a moment, everyone in the martial arts association was stunned.
You can hear this both inside and outside the words. This is calling the people in their martial arts association shameless.
Zhao Anyu was angry: "Guan, what did you say?"
"You dare to refuse me?"
"Do you know that the 50 billion of your 'Yu Yan Jiangnan' was donated by those big shots for the sake of someone else?"
"This money is not yours."
"Really?" Guan Sheng couldn't stand hearing it anymore: "It's not ours, it's your dog's?"
"You!" Zhao Anyu immediately turned cold: "You are looking for death!"
After saying that, he stood up with one foot on the ground and punched Ye Lin again. That mantis kick was very offensive.
Can--
What no one expected was this!
The son of the vice president of the Jiangnan Provincial Martial Arts Association, before his kick could reach Guan Sheng, Guan Sheng dodged it with a very strange movement, and then moved very quickly, directly locking his neck. !
The next second!
"Bang" sound.
Guan Sheng threw him to the ground and put his foot on his throat.
"You can die!"
Without any hesitation, after the trial, Guan Sheng's feet were like a mountain, pressing down.
"boom!"
Zhao Anyu's neck - exploded!
