Chapter 30: with translation of chapter title

Li Xin leaned against the headboard, hung up the phone, Qiuti was removing makeup at the dressing table.

He turned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing major, an old Biden wants to play some tricks."

Li Xin picked up the phone and called Jiang Tian Sheng:

"Mr. Jiang, Deng Fei went to Big D's place to sow discord; I want to give them and the Union Victory some intensity—what do you think?"

……

The night passed in silence.

"Um, there's something a bit hard to hear, so I won't say it!"

A few days later, rumors began circulating in the martial world, presented convincingly, and the rumor content could be called explosive.

Speaking of Union Victory, the Leader position has never been selected by the uncle generation; it's always been Deng Bo's internal pick, and whatever he says goes.

Being honest and obedient yet lacking ability is the basic requirement; it's best to follow orders and plans.

Those with great power! They can't even get elected smoothly—just look at Axe Head Jun and Big D; they were both forced out of Union Victory by Deng Bo.

So over these years, Union Victory's steady decline is not without reason.

This rumor can be said to have torn away Union Victory's fig leaf.

As a result, none of those aspiring to dominate the martial world went to Union Victory to hang under the blue lantern.

They can't even raise their heads, let alone stand out!

At most they're just a red-stick enforcer; look at the remaining hall masters of Union Victory—the youngest is already in his thirties.

Those in their thirties like Ah Lok are considered young, and many are over fifty, still clinging to their hall master positions.

There's also a bright side: those with no ambition, just wanting to hide under a nickname, the salted fish have all gone to Union Victory.

People of the martial world say:

This Union Victory won't last two more years—it might disband any time!

On the day of the Fireworks Festival,

The representative from Union Victory was no longer Deng Fei, but the Leader, Blow Chicken.

It seems to have worked; Deng Fei now knows to avoid suspicion, and reportedly even doesn't voice opinions at the main hall meetings.

If this continues, dragging on for a year or so, Deng Fei's idea of treating Union Victory as his own will become impossible!

Among Prosperity's Leaders, the one with the greatest fame in the martial world is definitely Big D; this guy can be said to have filled the martial world recently.

Besides Fang Ting, the chief Jiang Tian Sheng brought only Big D, Jing Kun, Tian Hong, Chen Yao, and Big Brother B—five Leaders.

The Fireworks Festival was held at a shrine in the countryside of Yuen Long.

As soon as Li Xin got out of the car, he heard gongs and drums blaring, firecrackers bursting, flags waving, and a sea of people.

The dragon and lion dances were extremely lively, with over a thousand short donkeys gathered around.

Some stood, some sat, and a few were up in the trees—not shouting loudly, but several people gathered together chatting.

In the middle, a large open space was left empty—this is today's arena for the platform fight.

The greeter at the entrance was Tung Hing's Smiling Tiger Wu Zhiwei; upon seeing the Prosperity people arrive,

He hurried forward and said:

"Mr. Jiang, and all the Prosperity friends, please come inside quickly."

Walking and saying, "Our chief has long been waiting for you, please come this way."

Having said that, he extended his right hand to usher them inside.

Li Xin glanced at the Smiling Tiger ahead—this guy's smile is truly ugly!

A smile that doesn't reach the eyes!

Just looking at it kills the appetite!

Arriving at the Prosperity table, several people took their seats in succession; glancing around, they were all the heads and Leaders of several major societies, the more famous kind.

He had no interest in meeting them; he was looking for the crow—this loser, over a year ago, he didn't manage to kill him, letting him escape!

Last time, because of Big Brother Gang's matter they went to war; once they clashed, he and the crow were scattered, and they happened to meet in an alley.

Nothing else to say—let's fight.

One move!

He fled with a scar, and a taxi at the intersection saved his life.

Only later, upon investigation, did they learn that the one who ambushed him at the gate of the master's big brother was also this guy.

For over a year, they hadn't found a chance to strike.

Not long after, the camel brought out the Five Tigers to greet the guests, inviting the heads of all societies inside.

The Five Tigers stayed outside to greet the guests; at the Smiling Tiger's table they exchanged pleasantries, at the other table they chatted, being quite smooth.

Ptooey!

Li Xin spat onto the crow's foot.

Loser!

"You're looking to die, huh?" the crow instantly flew into a rage.

"Oh! You gonna see me off?"

Li Xin had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, didn't even give him a straight look, just glanced at him sideways.

Those around turned their heads to watch the two of them.

No one knew what grudge they had.

Was this about to turn into a fight?

Fight! Fight!

These are all damn people who fear the world won't be chaotic, who love to watch the excitement and never think the matter is too big!

These short donkeys are a bunch of warmongers; they can take a beating, but they can't lose face.

When a person dies, their mouth goes stiff.

In front of all these people, the crow who lost face is actually scared inside, but can't show weakness.

With a wild look, flinging that avant-garde long hair, he patted Li Xin on the back of the head and arrogantly said: "Immortal Trust, if you want to learn to be fashionable like others, you gotta grow long hair first!"

Li Xin retorted:

"That's fucking stupid, and still fashionable?"

He shook off his hunting gear and sneered:

"See? This is what's really called fashionable, you country bumpkin!"

The Smiling Tiger quickly pulled the crow away, wearing a pair of glasses, still with that smile-not-reaching-the-eyes face, turned his head and said to Li Xin:

"Brother Xin, we're all friends…."

"Who the fuck is friends with him?"

Li Xin and the crow spat on the ground at the same time.

Seeing the crow being pulled away by the Smiling Tiger, Li Xin again opened his mouth to mock:

"Crow, you loser, if you've got the guts don't hide in Yuen Long! Acting like a turtle, what's up with your addiction?"

At this moment, the Dragon-Capturing Tiger Situ Haonan walked over, with short hair, wearing brown-tinted sunglasses, a hardy face, a sturdy build, standing over 1.8 meters tall, a bit taller than him.

How in the movie did he just get beaten by Chen Haonan? With that build he could pass for one and a half Chen Haonan!

He stepped between the two and said solemnly:

"Immortal Trust, today is East Prosperity's turf, don't cause trouble; if you have any grudges, you can settle them on the fighting stage."

"If you cause trouble, I won't be polite; don't think that just because you're famous you can cause trouble in East Prosperity!"

The junior members of East Prosperity didn't show up, but the Five Tigers surrounded them.

Li Xin's face showed no change, he asked without any expression:

"The new generation of East Prosperity's Five Tigers?"

He raised a middle finger, "Damn, you trying to scare me?"

He then pointed at the crow and said:

"Crow, my sworn elder Big Brother was killed by your sneak attack; there's nothing to say about it, people of the martial world accept their fate."

The White‑Forehead Tiger has already gone down to sell salted duck eggs; when a person dies, their debts are cleared.

"But you, this loser, are still alive; before today's match, I want a life‑and‑death battle with you—do you dare to accept?"

Li Xin is today forcing the crow to accept the life‑and‑death match.

Damn it!

This bastard has been hiding in Yuen Long; for over a year I haven't found a chance to get him.

Li Xin, this guy, has this one trait worth praising: others may harm him, he doesn't fear it; he just fears when others treat him sincerely.

He swore allegiance to the Big Brother, Gang, and he's truly been good to him—never mind whether he initially sucked up to him! The Big Brother really treats him well, never forcing him to do things he doesn't want to do.

Over the past year or so, those who originally ambushed his Big Brother have either died, fled, or escaped—only the crow remains as the lone survivor.

Today we must definitely kill him!

So, that's why we have to challenge him to a life‑and‑death match in front of everyone; if he doesn't dare to accept, he'll have to quit the martial world and won't be able to hold his head up there.

As long as he quits East Prosperity, he's still a dead man; without East Prosperity's protection, he has no way to survive.

There are too many enemies!

As for what to do if others challenge him to a one‑on‑one?

Damn!

Me, with just a paper fan, challenging you to a duel?

Idiot!