Chapter 383: All Are Villains

The incident occurred after Bai Lang landed and returned to his residence; when Bai Lang set foot on the ground he sensed an "evil" aura. This hostility toward humans must indeed be evil, and when Bai Lang sensed carefully he thought, "Mount Fuji?"—he was a little surprised. The malice came from Mount Fuji, "Indeed, all martial artists have it; who says sealed demons and monsters can't exist? And as the King of Combat, without some big snake or the like, what kind of King of Combat is that?"

Bai Lang also felt that some trouble might be coming, not from himself but from some other ghostly realm in the void. Bai Lang wasn't foolish; after sitting upright in his room and breathing for a moment he figured it out. "It seems some karma has fallen on me; needless to say it's either that rogue military master or that demon monk. Most likely those two have been locked up again, and now their accomplices are being hunted…"

Bai Lang felt like a little kitten, never expecting life to strike him. Yet it probably wouldn't happen that quickly—an odd, unabashed sense of reassurance rose from deep within, perhaps because his own master clenches his teeth and refuses to explain? Is that possible? Ten percent chance. Moreover, maybe that rogue military hasn't even been locked up yet—this fellow is the only strong person Bai Lang has ever seen who dares to directly defy the Buddha.

In short, the situation is uneasy but not disastrous; Bai Lang thinks that anything truly significant will only happen after his return. So why not make the most of the remaining time and enjoy himself? Enjoy, enjoy, who cares what happens after he goes back! "Peh! Let the dead bird soar to heaven, may it never die for ten thousand years!" Bai Lang shouted a bravado, then went back to enjoying himself—don't get the wrong idea, it's martial training.

Bai Lang isn't that keen on the affairs under this case; the current combat gives him greater joy. Yet those two tool women still drag Bai Lang for affection day and night, perhaps satisfied and not planning to go further? By the way, why is Teng Tian Taozi constantly staying at Bai Lang's house? The female housekeeper doesn't need to go that far; she could occasionally check on Mr. Teng Tian Gang. Mr. Teng Tian Gang is now incredibly lean.

Indeed, although Bai Lang didn't go to see him, he saw Mr. Teng Tian Gang when Taozi video‑called her husband. Mr. Teng Tian Gang used to be a bit flabby, especially around the waist and abdomen—a common programmer's ailment. But now, despite lacking vigor, his abdomen shows muscle bulges, and his body is as rigid as steel bars, clearly displaying a lean, robust look.

But his complexion shows emptiness; his body will tire quickly. Bai Lang sees his face still shrouded in deathly aura—an aura from the heavens. "Death comes and goes, never falling, like heaven—this hospital truly was opened by the Buddha." Bai Lang mutters as he steps aside, knowing that merely romantic affairs can't kill a person unless a heart attack occurs… It's just a joke playing on traditional Eastern notions.

In short, it's simply that Mr. Teng Tian Gang is so delighted he forgets about home.

However, the hefty income does raise his blood pressure, and the risk of a cerebral hemorrhage truly exists; Bai Lang also saved him.

He soothed his thudding heart with Mr. Teng Tian Gang's happiness—of course, Mrs. Teng Taozi's contribution was indispensable, and Bai Lang once again devoted himself to preparing the next battle. This next fight takes place in Seoul, Korea; there seems to be no special holiday, and the opponent is the Hong Zai Dragon Flying Squad—these three are also martial artists, and they dine within clubs and the film industry.

"All big villains," Bai Lang mutters as he looks at the opponent's photos and combat videos. Indeed, the three faces are ferociously evil and don't look like good people. Yet the faces are familiar, and Bai Lang even feels a sense of kinship. "Alright, I think I recognize them. One is Dong Xing Wu Ya, another is Luotuo Ge, and the last is Da B Ge… Let me see the Lala Team below. Good, Ji Ge! Da Sha Ge! Sang Biao! This team really can pull together!"

Bai Lang instantly feels this team is probably his master's disciples; by contrast they are handsome and certainly don't look like villains. Looking again at the venue, it is indeed the Seoul Prison. "Ah, for my opponent this must feel as warm as home! I'm not ready to go into a jail yet!"

Traveling from Ri Ben to Korea is still close; this time Bai Lang arrived at the venue two days before the match. Korea, this strange place, is lacking in anything good—at least for Bai Lang, the hotel's exterior is full of cosmetic freaks waving light boards and shouting "Oppa," hoping Bai Lang will come out to see them; it would be even better if he could flip their signs. "So I'm actually that famous?" Bai Lang finally gets a direct sense of his current reputation.

Afterward Bai Lang feels relieved he isn't facing the Korean qualifying team in Seoul—otherwise he'd be dealing with the unsightly cosmetic freaks shouting "Oppa" for attention, rather than the usual Korean daily drumming and noise that won't let him rest. Koreans… any kind of nonsense can happen in competitions held on Korean soil; when Koreans compete in Korea, they have everything except a face.

This time there are two visiting teams, so fairness can be claimed.

Now the two women have stopped hiding altogether, outright opening a presidential suite to live with Bai Lang. Since Taozi is a married woman, the reputations of Bai Lang, Taozi, and Teng Tian Gang have already been badly tarnished… Of course, as long as Bai Lang is present, at least half of it will remain a "love" story—this world truly is a ghostly sight.

Oh, right—An Chi seized the chance to release two Three Kingdoms games, one a "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and the other a "Warriors" title, and they sold like crazy… Overjoyed, he felt he'd made a great business.

Seoul Prison this time set up a ring in the courtyard, surrounded by inmates cheering, with cameras and filming crews on all sides, and many police separating the prisoners from the crew—no need to worry about the competing team; the inmates won't die for sport. Bai Lang felt a bit troubled; he told the organizing committee and placed Ban Tian and Taozi in the guard's monitoring room to watch the fight—after all, everyone knows those two are just tools, the main point is Bai Lang versus three.

To avoid trouble, Bai Lang let those two concede beforehand; after stepping onto the ring he waited patiently. He's dressed for the preliminaries in casual suit and slacks. The opponent didn't keep him waiting long; soon Da B Ge revealed a full-body tattoo, wore a mid‑length pant and emerged. Meanwhile, Dong Xing Wu Ya, dressed like a boxer with a boxing robe and faint tattoos, and Luotuo Ge, looking like an ordinary middle‑aged good man in a suit, waited off‑stage—each of the two holding a lit cigarette in their mouths.

Outside there's the Lala Team, all in suit‑t‑shirts, invariably either wearing sunglasses or smoking; each looks like a cloud of smoke and clearly not good people. "Why do I feel so friendly toward them, faces full of flesh and eyes flashing ferocity…" In everyday life they're actually gentle good folks…

Da B Ge isn't wearing gloves, his hands wrapped in bandages; he stands slightly crouched, apparently waiting for Bai Lang to launch an attack. "This stance is a bit odd," Bai Lang thinks, also finding it hard to deal with; the opponent's both hands are loosely held in front, giving the impression of pushing a cart? Bai Lang says little, then throws a Wind‑Fury Punch to test.