Dixu Street is located in the "Huaiyang Street" in the southern suburbs of the slum area.

At the end of the street, there is a splendid high-rise building, surrounded by tall fences and heavily guarded. It is the headquarters of "Dingrong Financial Company".

Late at night, on the sixth floor of the building, the chairman's office.

The company's chairman, Wang Dingrong, sat on the leather swivel chair behind his desk with a gloomy look on his face, tapping the table top with his right knuckles.

General Manager Wang Dinghua stood aside with a sullen face, folded his hands on his chest, and glared fiercely at Li Mazi who was kneeling in front of the table, like a volcano that might erupt at any time.

Li Dazhi's face was covered with blood, his body was stooped, and his injuries seemed to be aggravated. He had obviously just received another beating.

He kowtowed on the ground several times and said with a sad face: "Brother Wang... This time it's really not that I'm trying to be slippery. It's because Chen Yuan is so skilled that all the men I brought were killed.

He was beaten to the ground, and he is still lying in the hospital. I am lucky to be able to come back to see you alive..."

"You might as well die." Wang Dinrong responded coldly.

"This is not the first day you have worked for me. I asked you to take people to Chen Kexiong's house to collect the debt. It's better for you. You have betrayed so many people and lost the company's face. You even signed the 'paper' privately.

The company has lost more than 100,000 yuan in vain. Put aside the prestige, how do you plan to fill this hole?"

Seeing the sudden murderous intent in Wang Dingrong's eyes, Li Mazi trembled all over and said in a trembling voice: "Wang... Brother Wang, I really didn't mean it. That guy Chen Yuan forced me to sign that contract, otherwise... even if it's a loan...

I'm not brave enough to wipe out the company's accounts privately..."

"You're so stupid, you're still arguing!" Wang Dinghua, who was standing aside, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, slapped Li Dazhi on the face, and cursed: "Do you think we brothers are fools? No.

If you ask someone to bleed you, you are still being dishonest, aren't you?"

"Who doesn't know Chen Kexiong's son? He's just a fool with no martial arts talent. Five or six of you big men who bleed people every day can't beat a just graduated high school student. Who would believe it?"

"Second brother, don't hit second brother..."

Li Mazi received another slap in the face, five finger prints immediately appeared on his cheek, and he said with a cry: "What I told is the truth, that boy Chen Yuan is really a warrior..."

"Fuck, you still dare to quibble, let me see if I don't beat you to death today!"

Wang Dinghua suddenly became angry, picked up a chair, and was about to hit Li Dazhi on the head.

At this moment, Wang Dingrong behind the desk shouted coldly: "That's enough!"

Wang Dinghua is nicknamed the "Dog King". He usually runs rampant in the slums, but he is extremely afraid of his older brother Wang Dingrong.

Hearing what the elder brother said, he glared at Li Mazi fiercely and put down the chair angrily.

Wang Dingrong stood up from his seat, walked slowly to Li Mazi, and said word by word: "You'd better guarantee that what you just said is true. If there is even half a lie, you should know the consequences."

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"It's... it's absolutely true!" Li Mazi trembled, "Chen Yuan is definitely a genuine warrior, and his strength is at least G-level or above. He is either an entry-level or an elite. Otherwise... he would never be able to defeat us all by himself.

A lot of people.”

"Whether it's an 'entry' or an 'elite', let's be precise." Wang Dingrong's eyes turned cold.

"Elite...definitely elite!" Li Mazi is right.

Thinking.

To be honest, he couldn't tell what level Chen Yuan's cultivation level was.

But the current situation did not allow him to hesitate at all. He was afraid that Wang Dingrong would blame him, so he could only speak as high as possible.

"Are you sure?" Wang Dinrong narrowed his eyes and asked.

"I...I'm sure, 100% sure!" Li Mazi said.

"Okay." Wang Dingrong stood up and said to his younger brother Wang Dinghua: "Tomorrow morning, go to the 'Yuheng Martial Arts Hall' in person, ask Master Wen to take action, and then bring twenty good men, copy the guys, and give me Chen

The Kexiong family is surrounded and he must be asked to settle his account. If anyone dares to resist, he will be beaten to death!"

"Master Wen...Master Wen?" When Li Mazi heard this name, a chill suddenly rose up his spine.

Wen Heng, a native of Linjiang, is a well-known folk martial artist in the southern suburbs of the slums. He is skilled in martial arts and powerful.

Rumor has it that Wen Heng was originally a child of an aristocratic family. Later, his family fell into ruin and he was reduced to a slum with his family. In order to make a living, he opened the "Yu Heng Martial Arts School" in the slum, recruited many disciples, and taught martial arts.

People who have never seen Wen Heng take action may mistake him for an amiable middle-aged uncle.

But those who know the details of Wen Heng know very well that he is definitely a ruthless character like a poisonous snake, ruthless and vicious-hearted. Once he takes action, he is always cold-blooded and ruthless.

Li Mazi still remembers that one year in the twelfth lunar month, an old martial arts gym in the next street brought more than fifty people to Yuheng Martial Arts Gym to compete.

At the beginning, it was unstoppable, and he defeated several masters under Yu Heng's sect. It was not until Wen Heng took action that the battle situation took a shocking turn.

Wen Heng almost single-handedly defeated all the strong men from that old martial arts school. Even the master of the other martial arts school was forced to retreat steadily by him, and in the end he had to abandon his sword and admit defeat.

From then on, Wen Heng became famous in one battle and became a famous martial arts star in the slums.

Hearing that Master Wen was going to take action, Li Mazi felt relieved a little.

He knew that his boss, Wang Dingrong, had the best reputation. His subordinates were beaten up by Chen Yuan with bruises and swollen faces, so he would never let it go.

But he didn't expect that the boss would be so generous when he took action.

Wang Dingrong sat back on the leather swivel chair, took out a silver box from his pocket, took out an imported cigar from it, took a deep breath, glanced at Li Mazi, and said sadly: "One hundred thousand yuan is a small thing, but it's a shame.

Da, if Dinghua can get the place back, I might consider letting you go, but if you can't get it back... you can take care of yourself."

"Yes...yes..." Li Mazi trembled violently all over and cowered in the corner in fear.

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The reason why the Wang Dingrong brothers were able to dominate the slums was not only ruthless but also inseparable from their complementary personalities and tacit cooperation.

The boss, Wang Dingrong, is thoughtful and calm, speaks and acts impeccably, and handles situations with ease.

The second child, Wang Dinghua, was originally a gang thug. He had a fiery temper and extremely tough methods. Once bitten by him, it was extremely difficult for the target to escape. Over time, he was dubbed the "King of Dogs" by his friends on the road.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Dinghua took more than 20 younger brothers in five cars and formed a convoy, heading towards the "Yuheng Martial Arts Hall" five kilometers away.

When residents of nearby slums saw this scene, they all guessed that the ruthless Dingrong Company was going to cause harm to people again.

Ten minutes later, the convoy arrived in a large building

Stopped slowly in front of the flat building.

Wang Dinghua got out of the car first and led a group of boys in black to the martial arts gym with their heads held high.

Outside the martial arts hall, an apprentice who was responsible for guarding the door saw this and didn't even dare to ask. He immediately turned around and ran into the martial arts hall.

After a while, a middle-aged man in his forties came out with twenty or thirty martial arts apprentices wearing training uniforms.

The middle-aged man is of short stature and is wearing a dark green python training uniform. Although his hair is slightly gray, it is neatly combed. Under his two thin eyebrows, he has a pair of narrow eyes with a bright look.

A fierce aura.

When Wang Dinghua saw the visitor, a smile suddenly appeared on his face full of flesh, and he laughed and said: "Master Wen, you are fine."

Wen Heng stood in front of a group of apprentices with his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

He tilted his head slightly, glanced sideways at Wang Dinghua, and said calmly: "It turns out to be the second son of the Wang family. Why did you come to my Yuheng Martial Arts School instead of collecting the bill?"

Wang Dinghua saw his arrogant attitude. Although he was dissatisfied in his heart, he remained calm on the surface. He laughed and said: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. I came here specially to present a business to Master Wen."

"Business?" Wen Heng's eyes flashed.

He was a mean man and regarded wealth as his life. Wang Dinghua's words obviously aroused his interest.

"And it's a big deal," Wang Dingrong chuckled, "I just don't know...if Master Wen is willing to take it."

Wen Heng said coldly: "Don't do anything harmful to nature, right?"

"How can that be possible?" Wang Dingrong laughed and said, "Our Dingrong is a serious company."

"Well said," Wen Heng sneered: "If Dingrong Company can be regarded as a serious company, there are probably not many serious companies in the world."

Wang Dinghua ignored his sarcasm and said with a smile: "To be honest, I came here this time because I was entrusted by my elder brother to ask Master Wen to come out and deal with a high school student who just returned from the city for the company."

"High school student?" Wen Heng's eyes turned cold, a trace of ridicule appeared on his face, and he said, "Are you kidding me?"

"Master Wen, how dare I," Wang Dingrong said with an apologetic smile, "There is a villager in Hongfeng Street, Chen Kexiong, who owes our company 200,000 yuan. The repayment date has passed, but the couple disappeared mysteriously. I asked

Li Dazi went to their house several times to look for him but didn't find him. The guy got angry and sent people to smash their house to pieces."

"Tell me the important point." Wen Heng said impatiently.

"..." Wang Dingrong's face changed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Yesterday morning, their family had returned to the slums. Li Dazi led people to block the door. Unexpectedly, they were blocked inside the door and beat him up. According to Li Mazi,

According to the statement, Chen Kexiong’s son is a martial artist, so my eldest brother asked me to come and invite you to come out, deal with that kid for us, and collect the debt. After the incident is completed, the company will be richly rewarded! "

When Wen Heng heard the word "heavy reward", he raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "How is the other party's cultivation level?"

"The cultivation level...is probably around the level of a G-level elite." Wang Dinghua said truthfully.

"A G-level elite, even in a slum, can be considered a good fighter." Wen Heng thought, "It seems that this kid studied martial arts in school, and his grades are not bad."

Thinking of this, he looked sharply and said calmly:
Chapter completed!