Chapter 144 It’s My Turn

The one in the urban area is called a management office, and the one that oversees the municipal area is called a management bureau.

With the police station.

And workers an…

The naming of the bureau is consistent.

The main difference is between grassroots and management.

The management bureau that Zhang Chaoqiang was in at the time in Potou District was a municipal-level management bureau that coordinated the entire Tian'an City.

The overall level of administrators in the district management office is far lower than that at the municipal level.

Otherwise, it is hard to imagine that a family with only a first-level warrior at its strongest could have established a relationship with the management and invite him to preside over and witness.

The so-called Administrator Team 1 is just a patrol team, and the captain's status in the eyes of the little warriors.

The relationship is similar to that between an ordinary roadside vendor and the captain of the urban management brigade.

The management captain happened to turn around, and the first thing he saw was:
Bao Long was pointing at Tang Shizheng and cursing loudly. He pushed Tang Shizheng away and picked up the torn pieces of paper on the ground with both hands.

"Shameless, you Tang family are shameless!"

Bao Long threw up scraps of paper and shouted, "Captain, he tore up my contract. I beg to end this fight!"

"He tore up your contract? Show it to me."

Hearing the doubtful tone of the management team leader, Bao Long felt a surge of hope in his heart. When he carefully held the confetti over...

The management captain took out a file bag, put the contract scraps into the file bag, and said solemnly: "I understand. I have recorded this matter. You can go ahead with the original gambling fight first. After it is over, you can follow me back to the management office to assist in the investigation."

When Bao Long heard this, he really felt hopeful: "Let's just go with the original plan of a one-on-one fight!"

"What do you mean by one-on-one fighting? That's a distortion of the facts. It's clearly a fight between all the martial arts schools. Since it's a conflict between the martial arts schools, everyone should participate in resolving it!"

Tang Shihe, the second son of the Tang family who had been silent until now, spoke coldly, with a flattering look on his face when facing the captain: "Leader, are you right?"

The management captain ignored him and covered his brows: "It's not a question of whether I'm right or not, you need to conduct the gambling fight according to the rules and regulations that have been set in advance."

Tang Shizhong, the eldest brother of the Tang family, strode forward and opened the contract: "Leader, please take a look. The contract clearly states that it is a collective fight, not an individual fight as he said! Both parties signed and sealed it, it cannot be fake."

"You're talking nonsense!" Bao Long's eyes were red, and he almost tore the tape to speak: "Captain, they lied on the contract. My part was clearly a [single combat]!"

Management Captain: "What about your share?"

"Captain, you are so forgetful. Didn't you just put it in the file bag?"

"What document bag?" the captain asked...

With a click, Bao Long stumbled again on the ring, almost stepping on air, and even felt a little weak all over: "You..."

"Mr. Bao, if you have any questions, you can come to the Super Extraordinary Management Office for guidance after the gambling game is over." The management team leader deliberately emphasized the word "guidance".

At the same time, he reminded: "There are still five minutes until the gambling fight is scheduled for 10 o'clock. You can prepare well. Um, do you have any questions?"

A burst of momentum from a second-level warrior suddenly appeared from the management captain. The pure fluctuation of spiritual power was enough to suppress Bao Long so much that he couldn't breathe...

Bao Long took two steps back, his anger reaching its peak, leaving only a helpless and bitter smile... He aimed at the three Tang Shizheng brothers:

"Don't forget, when your grandfather first came to Tian'an City from the countryside, who took him in? It was my grandfather from the Bao family!
If it weren’t for our Bao Family Martial Arts School taking him in, providing him with food, and teaching him martial arts to advance into the martial arts…”

"How could you set up your own school later? How could your Tangshi Martial Arts School be born? How could you, the descendants, come into being?"

"Over the past two hundred years, your Tang-style martial arts school has grown from a small store the size of a herbal tea shop to what it is today. Not only did our Bao family not suppress you, we even often helped you..."

"But what about you? You damn ungrateful bastards, your grandfather and father have been scheming against our Bao family martial arts school and undermining us, gradually eroding us. Now you are colluding with the powerful to swindle all of our Bao family's assets!"

Bao Long only felt a shock in his heart, his energy and blood were depleted, and he was really angered by the actions of the Tang family.

Ever since his parents passed away, he had been helpless and could only watch as the martial arts school was cannibalized by his fellow students, while the Tang-style martial arts school was suppressed from the outside.

Until the other party used a trick to make Bao Long, who had almost no money left, willing to use all his martial arts schools to gamble with them.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. The treasures in the house were eaten up and looted, leaving only two useless screaming chicken crystal cores that even dogs shook their heads and spit out human words.

Even warriors who are less than the first level know that this thing is in short supply. It is the most rubbish among the rare bloodlines. It is useless and worthless. Without money, you can't find help.

Bao Long, who originally only had 130P spiritual power, planned to go on the field himself and gamble his family's honor and disgrace. However, he did not expect to see someone who happened to need this crystal core from the martial arts store app...

Coincidentally, he really possesses 250P of spiritual power, which means there is always a way out.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Tang Style Martial Arts School must have heard something, so it tampered with the contents of the contract...

The management captain, who was originally happy to watch the show, stopped and shouted deafeningly, "Watch your words!" when he heard that Bao Long had somehow involved him.

Bao Long closed his eyes in despair, his fingers trembling: "What you have done is a disgrace to your grandfather's spirit in heaven. Without my Bao family, how could your Tang-style martial arts school be what it is today?"

After hearing Bao Long's words, the three Tang brothers looked at each other and finally laughed.

"You should talk to my grandfather about these things."

"It is he who has received your kindness, not us."

"If you have any complaints, you can go to him, etc..."

"Your parents may have gone, but it doesn't seem to work?"

"You...poof!"

Bao Long was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot and almost fainted.

Before the fight officially started, the people around were very tactful and walked away.

All you see is the action; no one hears what they are arguing about on the field.

The ten o'clock bell rang suddenly, punctually, and the door of Baicheng District Cultural and Martial Arts Hall opened, attracting onlookers from the surrounding crowd.

A man and a woman came in, the childish look on their faces still not completely gone.

But it is hard to tell whether these two people are high school students or junior high school students, but they are definitely not college students.

"Wow, there are so many people!"

Tan Yue, who came with Zhang Chaoqiang, was wearing sportswear. She lifted a few strands of hair that were blocking her right eye and sighed.

At the same time, not only the people who were avoiding suspicion around the door, but also the captain of the Super Management Office, Bao Long, and the hundreds of people from the Tang Style Martial Arts School, all cast their eyes on Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue.

"I shouldn't be late, sorry for the wait."

Seeing that the time was several tens of seconds past 10, Zhang Chaoqiang hurriedly walked towards the ring. Tan Yue behind him also explained: "Today's flight route passed through Tianan International Airport. There happened to be a plane landing on the route, plus the detour, it took a long time in total."

Flight route?

What the hell? Don’t tell him that these two people came here by plane, right?
Zhang Chaoqiang approached the ring, and the one who reacted most intensely was neither Bao Long nor the three Tang brothers...

But he had no time to take care of Zhang Chaoqiang, the management team leader.

Beep, beep, beep…

From his administrator ID card, a frequency sound that only he could hear was heard, accompanied by five "beeps".

The management team leader felt his scalp tingling at this moment.

This kind of sound is the feedback that the extraordinary administrators can perceive from each other within a certain distance, in order to cooperate with each other in work.

A beep means that there is a district administrator of the same level nearby.

Two sounds represented a city-level administrator, and so on. As he pointed his fingers, his hands and feet began to tremble, because five sounds represented the highest level... the highest level of management bureau in the Central State.

The city and the center, the ant and the elephant.

No matter what, he knew that something had happened to him, definitely something had happened to him.

Who are the boy and girl in front of me?
With a click, he turned towards the door with a stiff neck. The administrator's ID card and the five-beep signal conveyed a cold "come out" to him.

On the field.

"Is this the expert you invited to fight with us?"

Tang Shizheng laughed and ignored Zhang Chaoqiang's words. He paused for a moment...

Afterwards, the three Tang brothers on the ring and hundreds of martial arts disciples off the field fell to the ground at the same time. The resonating sound was deafening, as if reminding Zhang Chaoqiang not to take another step forward.

"Boy, I don't care who you are, just leave and don't get involved in this mess!" Tang Shizheng said fiercely.

Bao Long's face was full of bitterness. He apologized to Zhang Chaoqiang: "Mr. User 0417, I'm sorry, I..."

"No need to say more, Tyrannosaurus God."

"I basically heard everything that happened just now. I don't want to get involved in your affairs, but I haven't completed the deal between you and me yet." Zhang Chaoqiang's eyes were filled with inexplicable heat.

"No, user 0417..." Bao Long stepped forward quickly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "In our transaction contract, the terms are a one-on-one fight, but they have more than a hundred people, the contract is no longer valid, you should leave quickly.

The Tang-style martial arts school has more people and more power, you can't beat them!"

Zhang Chaoqiang's fiery eyes still did not stop, as if the people in front of him were no longer living humans, but just a bunch of white experience points.

Just abandon the so-called martial ethics, there is no such fucking rule of one-on-one, have such a good opportunity, and can help Bao Long a little.

If Zhang Chaoqiang missed it, he could just jump into the sea.

He waved his hand and pushed Bao Long off the stage: "They didn't abide by the contract, so I will also breach the contract."

"No, come down quickly! I will pay for the remaining Screaming Chicken Crystal Core as usual. User 0417, I want to terminate the contract!"

But Zhang Chaoqiang ignored him.

What happened?
The people around slowly approached and heard that the boy who just came in really wanted to accept the challenge from all the members of Tang Style Martial Arts School?

Isn't this nonsense?

There are three Tang brothers: the eldest Tang has 300P spiritual power, the second Tang has 200P, and the third Tang has 150P.

There are hundreds of disciples under his tutelage, and the average spiritual power strength is around 40-60P.

Facing an opponent of this level, even if Zhang Chaoqiang is a first-level warrior today, he will die on the spot!

Wait a minute, but if he is really a first-level warrior, then I'm afraid the Tang-style martial arts school would not dare to touch him.

After all, this kid looks so young. Such a young first-level warrior, the forces behind him are definitely not to be provoked.

Looking at Zhang Chaoqiang's calm state, and Tan Yue who was sitting in the audience with her legs crossed and full of interest...

Suddenly Zhang Chaoqiang turned around and reminded Tan Yue: "Don't cross your legs, it will affect your spine."

“Oh…” Tan Yue put it down silently and sat up straight.

"can we start?"

Zhang Chaoqiang spoke suddenly.

Everyone turned their heads to the sofa next to the ring. The management captain who was originally sitting there had disappeared, but the next second, he seemed to be pushed violently by something and stumbled into the door from outside.

"The fighting begins...begins!" After making the announcement, he took a deep breath, his wrinkled forehead covered with sweat. He swallowed hard and left the scene again.

Why did the captain avoid it?

Tang Shizheng was puzzled. Could it be that Zhang Chaoqiang really had a huge background?
Bao Long, who sensed something was wrong, regained hope. Seeing Zhang Chaoqiang's confident expression and the management captain's temporary avoidance...

Either they are very strong, or they have powerful forces behind them!

My goodness, on the ring, the three Tang brothers suddenly hesitated.

Well, if they don’t take action, then Zhang Chaoqiang will take the initiative.

He walked forward and threw two punches at Tang Shizheng, two punches that an ordinary person would use... In front of everyone, he hit Tang Shizheng's head twice.

"Ok?"

There was no fluctuation of spiritual power, just the strength of an ordinary person. Although Tang Shizheng felt pain in the head, it was not serious.

"Oh my god, this bastard is playing tricks. The captain deliberately avoided us. I think it's because we are beating up ordinary people, and he is not suitable to be present because of his sensitive identity..."

"Brothers, come on! Don't kill anyone, beat him half to death. You think you are so important, but you are just an ordinary person with little strength!"

In an instant, under the instruction of Tang Shizheng, the Tang style disciples in the audience rushed forward, surrounded Zhang Chaoqiang and beat him with fists and feet.

Bao Long, who was standing off the court, was finally worried. He rushed onto the stage to save Zhang Chaoqiang, but was stopped by Tan Yue.

"Don't cry or make a fuss, just sit still and be quiet."

Tan Yue, who loved to cry when she was a child, actually has the ability to comfort others, which gives people an inexplicable sense of trust. Bao Long grabbed his sleeve worriedly.

The audience grimaced as they saw Zhang Chaoqiang being punched and kicked continuously, and they felt pain for him from the bottom of their hearts.

But Zhang Chaoqiang just wanted to laugh.

【Bodhisattva in the Flesh】: Times +1+1+1+1…

In just a few tens of seconds, more than three hundred hits were accumulated.

In less than three minutes, a living Buddha can be completed... As expected, those who are thirsty will die of drought, and those who are flooded will die of floods.

Zhang Chaoqiang was satisfied. This was the speed of improvement that should be achieved.

This group of young men were tired of fighting, but when they saw that Zhang Chaoqiang was still full of energy, they replaced him with another group.

"No matter how the hell he's beaten, this kid is still so energetic?"

"I finally understand. He is not an ordinary person. He just trained himself in defensive martial arts. All disciples, listen to my command and attack together!"

The three Tang brothers could no longer hold back and joined the attacking team.

ten minutes.

【Bodhisattva in the Flesh】: Complete 3 cycles

【Active Body】: Complete 3 cycles

[Kill 1 people or be killed by people]: Complete cycle

Until the disciples of the Tang Style Martial Arts School and the Tang Style Trio were tired...

Zhang Chaoqiang slowly stood up.

"I was just killed by a hundred people, completing a cycle. If I kill another hundred people and defeat the hundred opponents just now, can I still get some benefits?"

With doubts, Zhang Chaoqiang told them:

"It's my turn now."

(End of this chapter)