"White Jade Dragon? Which White Jade Dragon?" Zhu Guangyuan asked in surprise.
Seventh Changfeng said bitterly: "How many White Jade Dragons are there in Hongmen?!"
A short, muscular man in his thirties stepped forward and asked, "Is it the White Jade Dragon, also known as the 'Little White Dragon in the Sky'?"
"Yes, it's him." Seventh Changfeng's affirmative words made everyone present gasp. They were invited by him, knowing only that they would compete with the Hongmen, but they never expected that the deputy leader of the Hongmen, Bai Yulong, would also come. A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. If anyone says that they are not afraid, they are lying.
Seeing the fear on everyone's faces, the Seventh Changfeng was afraid that everyone would retreat, so he calmed down, deliberately smiled proudly, and said nonchalantly: "What about Bai Yulong? No matter how powerful he is, he is still a human being. He will bleed if he is hit by a punch, and he will die if he is stabbed. It is true that the Hongmen has a large number of people, but we have agreed to a one-on-one duel, so no matter how many masters there are, it has nothing to do with me. In fact, it is not without advantages to have a big background. Once we win, our brothers in Hangzhou will be famous in the whole martial arts world."
After hearing this, the chill in the crowd subsided a little, and they felt that Qichangfeng was right. Since they had already made an agreement, the Hongmen would certainly not do anything to bully the few with their numbers or the small with their size.
Many people nodded their heads, seemingly agreeing with his statement, but in fact, they were selfish. What is the purpose of being in the underworld? In the end, it is nothing more than two words: fame and fortune.
Han Xiaohan was a man of quick wit, meticulousness and wisdom, so how could he not see what everyone was thinking? He couldn't help feeling disappointed. Compared with Han Chengxin, Zhou Xiong and others, although the latter did not have powerful martial arts, they were a group of down-to-earth, passionate men who were consistent in their words and deeds. What they said in their hearts was not buried deep inside, but written directly on their faces.
Seventh Changfeng booked five tables of banquets in a nearby hotel, not only to entertain the friends who came to support him, but also to prepare celebratory wine for Han Xiaohan in advance, to get a good omen. At the banquet, everyone toasted each other, as if the depth of their feelings was all in the wine.
When the young toasted the old, the old pretended to be drunk and took a sip. After the toast left, they took the cup to toast the older people. At that time, their alcohol tolerance seemed to have increased all of a sudden, and they drank several cups without changing their expressions. Han Xiaohan saw it with his eyes, laughed in his heart, and looked up and said: So this is the world of martial arts!
Seeing that he was unhappy, Qi Qi Chang Feng leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Do you think they are hypocritical?"
Hypocrisy?! This word is quite appropriate. Han Xiaohan smiled and nodded.
Seventh Changfeng said helplessly: "When you are in the martial arts world, you have friends all over the world, but how many of them can be truly loyal to you?" He took a sip of wine and said: "Although these people have bad intentions, they are still useful at critical moments. Besides, one more enemy is like one more wall, and one more friend is like one more road. Even if you hate them in your heart, you still have to pretend to like them on the surface. There is no other way. The martial arts world is a place of intrigue and deception."
"So, after being in the world for a long time, one will be assimilated and become as hypocritical as them, right?" Han Xiaohan asked.