Ling Guangtong nodded. This is the reason. Although it is simple, after a day of stimulation, these onlookers have been completely dominated by their emotions and have become onlookers.
The two were still pretending to fight. The curator didn't want to watch anymore. When Ling Guangtong saw this, he stopped watching and helped the curator to get up.
"Ho ho... I have some ideas for this kind of thing." The curator turned around, but his eyes no longer seemed confused.
At this moment, the sound of falling to the ground came from the ring. Unsurprisingly, he won easily. Compared with the previous life-and-death battles, this kind of battle was really unattractive.
Next is the final of the day. The two people who had already reached the door couldn't help but turn their heads when they heard such a voice.
As far as the eye could see, the local winner, who had just come down but had not rested yet, was pushed onto the ring by several people. The winner from a foreign land in the ring is gearing up at this moment. For the scarred opponent in front of him, winning is as easy as killing a chicken.
The local contestant was obviously frightened. He looked around for a way to step down, but the crowd did not allow him to step down.
Because winning or losing this game depends on how many people place bets throughout the day. They roared angrily, and the local contestants shrank their heads timidly, gave up their escape, and faced the stranger tremblingly.
Then, a whistle sounded.
Two quick punches hit the man in the abdomen. He immediately fell to his knees weakly, pain written on his face.
However, even so, the competition is not over yet. The stranger seemed to have not finished enjoying himself. He grabbed the man's hair, lifted him up, made a fist with his left hand, and punched him hard on the chest!
In an instant, the local warrior was already vomiting blood. Thick blood dripped down, and every punch echoed like cracking in his chest.
The room full of spectators fell silent for a moment.
Then, they broke out into even louder shouts!
"Ugh... ugh, stop fighting..."
The breathy voice came out from the bloody nasal cavity of the local warrior, but it was just a faint nasal sound. The foreigner seemed to still be unhappy. He turned his fists into palms and hit the local warrior on the cheek with "slap" one after another!
Ling Guangtong and the curator couldn't help but feel their hair standing on end as they looked at the scene in front of them.
They clearly saw teeth falling out. But no one stopped it... This was an atrocity happening in full view of everyone!
The wind in Chaoyun Street Port is stained with blood, floating on the river shrouded in darkness. At this moment, such atrocities are spreading throughout the lower world!
The curator was old and couldn't stand such a scene and almost vomited. Ling Guangtong then supported the curator and hurriedly left the competition hall and stood silently in the evening breeze on the street.
Today's Chaoyun Street Port has also undergone tremendous changes. This old street has been completely destroyed. Half of the foreign businessmen have colluded with each other to occupy more than half of the storefronts.
Behind them, there were still screams from the martial arts hall, impacting the backs of the two of them.
And just as they were about to leave, they suddenly saw a familiar figure walking towards them.
In the martial arts competition hall, the strangers lifted the dying local warrior high into the air and laughed wildly.
"He can only do this! He can only do this!" He used his unskilled local dialect contemptuously, and then threw the loser in his hand to the ground.
The loser lay on the ground, spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and then stopped moving.
The stranger held out his thumb. Then he scrolled down arrogantly: "You can't do it! If you support me, you can have more money!"
The crowd roared like an explosion. This sound is like a wave, rolling outside the martial arts hall and into the ears of those who come.
The cold wind made the three people standing outside feel particularly calm, but beneath the calm was irrepressible anger.
"Mr. Zui Chenxiang, you are here." Ling Guangtong restrained his tone.
The curator also looked at him, with a hint of hope in his eyes.
Zuichenxiang said nothing. He glanced sideways at the scene in the room and took a breath.
This breath was full of the sour smell of sweat and the cruel scent of blood that had just been sprayed.
"I'll go in and take a look. ...You guys, go back."
He shook his head, as if he hadn't fully sobered up yet. Ling Guangtong and the curator looked at him, but did not leave immediately.
"If we use force now, I'm afraid..." The curator was worried. Chaoyun Street Port has not officially used force against them yet. If it takes action rashly, not to mention whether it will give others control, and if it cannot be controlled, the people in the street port who finally got a breather may suffer again.
"I'm measured..." Zui Chenxiang didn't look back.
The competition hall was noisy. Just as they were about to enter Zuichen Township, the three of them suddenly heard a burst of yelling and cursing coming from not far away from the street, and they were quickly approaching the competition hall!
"Huh? That's..." Ling Guangtong looked not far away and was suddenly surprised.
The curator also looked over there and found that in the darkness, about twenty people were coming toward the competition hall, cursing.
This also made Zui Chenxiang stop in his tracks. The group of people gradually approached, and with the light shining on them, they could be vaguely seen. They were dressed in ragged clothes, holding sticks and other objects. They were led by one person and looked quite powerful!
The crowd was noisy and quickly approached the competition hall. The curator and the three people from Zuichenxiang deliberately took shelter for a while and stood on the side of the street not far away to watch the changes.
The noisy people made the competition hall notice something strange outside. At this moment, two strangers walked out of the competition hall, who seemed to be the managers here.
The curator and Ling Guangtong held their breath quietly, while Zui Chenxiang sat on the floor with his eyes slightly closed.
The group of people were disheveled and uttered vulgar words from the market. The two strangers were instantly surrounded by them. As for what they were communicating, it was completely unclear.
"This group of people... have never been seen in Chaoyun Street Port before." The curator touched his beard and was a little puzzled, "It looks like they are a group of beggars, but there were so many beggars in Chaoyun Street Port before. ?”
Ling Guangtong looked at the gate of the competition hall that was blocked by beggars and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "It seems that they may have some kind of command or plan..."
Gradually, the noise became louder and louder, mixed with curses. The two managers were completely invisible, and a few words could be vaguely heard among the mingling crowd.
"They are saying that the martial arts competition hall operates at night, making it impossible for them to sleep on the street." Ling Guangtong listened for a long time and finally understood. But he was a little bit amused by this statement: "These beggars are really good at living?"
The curator continued to watch without saying a word. Soon, they saw the two foreign managers struggling to get out of the crowd, their clothes and faces were extremely dirty, and they hurriedly ran into the competition hall.
