Chapter 165: The Heat Has Even Reached Siam (Please Subscribe)

Wu Feng arrived at the hospital by car!

In this "Infinite Fighting Tournament," many of his elite fighters had been injured.

The most serious case was Zhang Yong, who had a fractured arm and a mild concussion.

However, having stayed in the hospital for several days, his condition should be mostly recovered.

Sure enough, when he saw him in the ward, this guy was chatting away with the patient in the next bed.

"You have no idea how brave I was at the time!"

Zhang Yong's loud voice could be heard clearly before even entering the ward.

"If you were so brave, how did you end up in the hospital?"

Wu Feng retorted irritably: "It seems your brain got beaten to a pulp!"

"Big Brother, do you have to be so mean!"

One of Zhang Yong's arms had not yet fully healed and was currently suspended by medical gauze around his neck.

"I see you have plenty of energy, you even have the leisure to chat!"

Wu Feng had his nearby Underling put down the apples and bananas he brought, pulled up a chair, and asked: "Any more issues with headaches?"

"None, none at all. How about I get discharged right now?"

Zhang Yong said eagerly: "I've been bored to death staying here in the hospital!"

"Oh, whether you can be discharged depends on what the doctor says!"

Wu Feng nodded and said: "If the doctor says you can go, we'll handle the discharge procedures immediately!"

In fact, when he had just walked into the hospital, he already had the idea of buying one.

Having his own hospital would make everything convenient in the future.

Not to mention the significant needs of his brothers, even for his own martial arts training, he needed the precision equipment in a hospital; some physical conditions were best recorded using modern medical instruments.

Having detailed physical data, combined with the Golden Finger's virtual panel, would be of no small help to his martial arts training.

At the same time, those experienced old traditional Chinese medicine doctors could also formulate different levels of Medicinal Cuisine, and even universal pills, based on Wu Feng's physical condition.

Right now, time was too short, so he could only think about it.

Most of the medical resources in Hong Kong were concentrated in private hospitals.

The owners of the Red Mansion weren't fools either; wanting to purchase one wasn't such an easy matter.

It was a pity this wasn't a Hong Kong film universe, otherwise Mingxin Hospital would be the best target.

Seeing that Zhang Yong was indeed in good condition, Wu Feng didn't stop him and called the doctor directly to ask about the situation.

Upon learning that Zhang Yong could go home to recuperate, he immediately handled the discharge procedures.

According to this guy, unless they were doctors or nurses, few normal people were willing to stay in a hospital; it was too unlucky.

"You kid performed well this time, to think you could hold out against Zhou Billy for so long!"

The interior space of the modified van was quite large; Wu Feng and Zhang Yong sat inside and could still stretch their limbs easily.

"No choice, if I didn't risk my life, how could I have sniped this guy!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I used to think I was quite something, but after participating in a Fighting Tournament, I realized that in front of true experts, I was nothing!"

"Seeing you look so enlightened, does that mean once your arm is fine, you'll increase your daily training volume? I fully support that!"

Wu Feng said with a smile: "Should I ask if the other brothers who participated in the sniping have any thoughts?"

"Don't, don't, don't, Big Brother, please don't torture me!"

Zhang Yong was startled and hurriedly waved his hands: "Normal training is fine, normal training is fine!"

"Look at your lack of ambition; I'm afraid there's little chance of you acting as a sniper in the Second Fighting Tournament!"

Wu Feng stated the truth irritably: "Next time, I plan to invite experts from the Mainland to compete!"

"I'd be more than happy for that!"

Zhang Yong's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "The job of a tournament sniper is just too bitter and exhausting!"

"Suit yourself!"

Wu Feng didn't mean to force him; many of his elite fighters had indeed suffered a lot and even taken heavy losses acting as tournament snipers this time.

This was unavoidable; contestants like Zhou Billy were just too famous.

If they didn't risk their lives to snipe him, the Gambling Hall in Macau would have been in big trouble.

In fact, once the "Infinite Fighting Tournament" reached the final four, the Macau Gambling Hall directly closed the betting channels.

Although this caused dissatisfaction among many spectators, there was nothing that could be done.

Having reached this point, even a fool could see that Zhou Billy had a high chance of winning the championship.

At this point, there was no way to continue arranging fighters to snipe him.

The finalists were as expected: one was Zhou Billy, and the other was a martial arts gym expert who practiced Tongbei Fist, having nothing to do with any triad society.

This was a certainty!

If any of the finalists had been a triad expert, the tournament would definitely have had flaws.

Don't look at how novels, movies, and comics describe those underworld toughs as being so powerful; in reality, true top-tier experts rarely appear at the triad level.

If you really talk about talent, the talent of many triad fighters is indeed very high!

Like Chen Haonan, who became the best fighter in Causeway Bay after practicing boxing for three to five years.

Clearly, Chen Haonan's own physical talent was definitely not bad!

The key is that the self-discipline and self-control of triad fighters are truly hard to describe.

Even the God of War of Hong Hing, Taizi, spent many nights partying in nightclubs.

Whether his own physical state had declined from its peak, no one could tell.

Compared to those fighting experts who had undergone professional training since childhood, and those traditional martial arts experts with orderly lineages, triad experts win in outstanding practical combat ability, but are very average in other aspects.

In fact, it was not that there were no Muay Thai experts participating in the tournament, and Wu Feng had not deliberately blocked them.

The key was that because the organization of the first tournament was somewhat rushed, the density of the matches was a bit high.

In this way, it was not just about the fighters' actual combat ability, but also their accumulated daily training; those without the stamina simply could not hold up.

Wu Feng had used a lottery method to distribute many of the formidable Muay Thai fighters to Zhou Billy and several other guys who had performed exceptionally well.

Did they think the only ones sniping at them were the elite fighters under Wu Feng?

That certainly wasn't enough; they still had to use the lottery method to continuously create intense and exciting matches.

Otherwise, if there were too many one-sided matches, the watchability and appeal of the Infinite Fighting Tournament would drop by a grade.

Of course, while what he did was not exactly aboveboard, he did not deliberately target any specific fighter.

It was just that he went a little easy on Datou, making his match progression less difficult and grueling.

As for He Yong of the Tung Sing, it was purely good luck; several formidable experts had fallen at the hands of Zhou Billy and other particularly eye-catching fighters, so from the start of the main tournament until the round of sixteen, he had not encountered any opponents that were too strong, otherwise he would have been knocked out long ago.

Come to think of it, the contestants for the third and fourth place match being Datou and He Yong was somewhat unexpected.

However, the audience did not feel there was any problem, so Wu Feng did not spend much extra effort on it.

Datou's talent was still a bit stronger than He Yong's, and after the tempering of fighting his way through, his combat power at this time had reached its peak state; after two rounds of competition, he finally achieved the good result of third place.

It could be said that this was Datou's most glorious moment!

Next tournament, unless Wu Feng specifically looks after him, it is basically impossible for him to repeat the glory of the first one; he really shouldn't think the experts coming from the Mainland aren't fierce.

He will not only invite official representative teams, but also invite civilian experts to participate.

In this way, his own fighters and Underlings will not need to frequently act as snipers.

They only need to fight the matches normally; this is both a form of training and a great opportunity to improve themselves.

To make the matches exciting and good to watch, it is definitely necessary to arrange for fighters of similar strength to face off.

After sending Zhang Yong to the Tongcai Street Tuodi and urging him to rest well and not mess around, Wu Feng turned and got into a car to leave; he had other things to do.

Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport is a very magical place.

The airport runway is very close to the surrounding residential buildings; every time a plane lands, it seems to roar down right against the rooftops of the surrounding buildings, looking quite tense and thrilling.

When Wu Feng arrived at the airport, Hong Hing Dragon Head Jiang Tiansheng had already been waiting there.

He was accompanied by Chen Yao and Taizi, surrounded by Underlings, with the full air of a Big Brother.

"Ah Feng is here. How is Zhang Yong's situation?"

Seeing Wu Feng, Jiang Tiansheng smiled and asked, "Is there no problem?"

When they spoke on the phone earlier, Jiang Tiansheng knew he was visiting his Head Horse Zhang Yong at the hospital.

"No problem, Zhang Yong has already been discharged!"

Wu Feng smiled and greeted Chen Yao and Taizi, then explained, "Except for his fractured arm which still needs rest, everything else is quite good!"

"That's good!"

Jiang Tiansheng nodded with satisfaction: "Your Head Horse is quite determined; he's a real man!"

"Haha, no choice, when Big Brother has orders, one has to complete them even if one has to bite the bullet!"

Wu Feng chuckled and said, "But he's learned his lesson; I reckon he won't be slack when training in the future!"

"Zhang Yong's fighting skills are already considered quite capable!"

Jiang Tiansheng asked, "I heard that the warm-up matches for the Infinite Fighting Tournament were all handled by him single-handedly?"

Seeing Wu Feng nod in acknowledgment, he couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect him to be a man of both literary and martial arts!"

At these words, even Chen Yao and Taizi beside him couldn't help but nod repeatedly in praise.

There are plenty of brainless fighters in the society, but guys like Zhang Yong who can both fight and have impressive organizational and management skills are few and far between.

"Mr. Jiang, please don't praise him too much!"

Wu Feng said happily, "If that kid hears it, he'll have his tail up in the sky!"

After chatting and laughing for a while, the roar of a plane suddenly came from the sky.

Soon, a passenger plane from Siam landed smoothly at Kai Tak Airport.

Not long after, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat like Jiang Tiansheng and had a rather wealthy build walked out with long strides, surrounded by a group of bodyguards.

Seeing the person arrive, Jiang Tiansheng waved his hand and led Wu Feng and his group to greet him.

The person who arrived was none other than Jiang Tiansheng's own younger brother, Jiang Tianyang!

This time, he had also heard about the excitement of the Infinite Fighting Tournament and intended to come over to watch the finals.

(End of chapter)