A small alley has been searched on the map for a long time in Hong Kong.

She looked at the dusty and stained night market through the car window. The roar of people could be heard far away, and the street was full of the rich smell of poppy shells from the hot pot restaurant.

She sighed and said:

"It's here, Uncle Bai; get out of the car."

Hong Kong was windy at this time, and the woman was wrapped in an oversized trench coat, covering all the curves of her body. Behind him was a man in his thirties, standing straight and firm, with a neatly cut head.

The two stepped into a shabby video store one after the other.

This bleak business is sporadic nowadays.

There are piles of martial arts novels piled up everywhere. In the warm-colored glass cabinets, various records and videos from the end of the last century are listed, as well as some old photos with blurred pixels and even black and white.

"Come on, something?"

The voice is clear and gentle. Not like a rough northern man

What is surprising is that the owner of such an old-fashioned shop is a tall, thin young man who looks no more than twenty-five years old. He was wearing a black T-shirt and was pale.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Li Long?"

The woman asked with a smile.

"Ah, I am."

The girl in the windbreaker before has a high and straight nose, shallow eye sockets, beautiful facial features, and looks full of heroism. The whole person revealed neat energy.

Li Long glanced at the silent flat-headed man behind the girl without a trace and replied.

"I'm a director of the Chinese Martial Arts Association. I'm from Guangdong. My name is Zhao Ying, and Zhao Lei is my grandfather."

The woman showed her white teeth,

"In terms of seniority, I should call you senior fellow apprentice."

She held Li Long's palm, the hand warm and strong.

Li Long's eyes seem to be covered with a thin layer of dust, hearing the name "Zhao Lei" before a trace of brilliance is revealed.

"Oh, sit, sit, the place is small, don't laugh."

The woman sat graciously on a side chair, silently sizing up Li Long, she still has a photo of her grandfather and this man at home, but it's hard to link the sharp and arrogant youth in the image with the owner of the video store in front of her.

"I often heard my grandfather mention my senior brother, and he always recited that you were the most gifted among the people he had seen."

The man turned around and took out the thermos, asking while making water.

"The old man is still in good health?"

The woman's eyes lowered, "His old man, he passed away years ago."

Li Long's hand was steady, and the water didn't spill half of it. He put down the thermos and gave the woman a deep look.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

The woman pursed her lips and said, "I hope that senior brother Li can come with me to Guangdong and serve as the association's advisor."

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Li Long raised his eyebrows and said.

"What kind of person am I? Miss Lei should have heard about it. To speak with self-awareness, the word Li Long is notorious in the martial arts. What makes you think that I can help you."

Zhao Ying was silent for a while and smiled sweetly and said.

"Rather than infamous, I would say it is notorious, maybe those people will not respect you, but they will be afraid of you."

Li Long couldn't help but laugh out loud at his words.

"That sounds reasonable. But I have decided not to care about fighting and to kill in the martial world anymore, for reasons you should also understand."

Zhao Ying opened her mouth and said, "People can't come back from death. Besides, many years have passed, senior brother. You are still young and have a long road ahead in life. It's better to let go early."

Li Long gently rubbed the desktop, frozen looking out the window as if in memory of the past: "No, from the time she died, my martial arts is over. The most fortunate thing in my life is to have embarked on the path of martial arts, which led me to meet her. The last thing I will do in this life is to go too obsessively and too far down this path, so much so that I went out every day to compete in martial arts and never even saw her last."

The woman looked down at her fingernails for a moment before saying dryly, "I heard my grandfather say that the rain that day was too heavy, too fast, and the mudslide came so suddenly that no one could have foreseen such a thing."

The woman looked up.

"Maybe I made it difficult for senior brother to come this time, but ......"

Zhao Ying weighed her words. "The association is my grandfather's life's work, and I can't stand by and watch it become reduced to a tool for some politicians to make power or profit."

"You said fiddling with power ......'

Li Long suddenly interrupted the woman's words. He drained the hot water and played with the cup in his hand. Smiling at the woman, there was inexplicably more than a bit of evil in his body.

"Why is it not fiddling with power when you put the association in your hands? Can you tell me, what is the difference between you and those politicians you loathe?"

Li Long's words were very calm, causing the flat-headed man on the side to frown.

The woman's face was calm. She explained slowly and methodically, "My grandfather founded the National Arts Association. I have been in touch with matters related to the association since I was sixteen, no one knows it better than me, and no one loves it more than me."

Li Long shook his head as he put down his cup, "Just now, I shook hands with Miss Lei. Your hands are tender, and you haven't practiced martial arts, right?"

The woman pursed her lips.

"I grew up with poor health, and my family's kung fu was overbearing. So I only practiced some exhalation kung fu that regulates the breath."

"So yeah, it's better to touch these things less often." Li Long returned in a listless manner.

The woman did not expect Li Long to say this; she was just about to say something else.

The flat-headed man at the side narrowed his eyes and said, "Hey, I'd like to try to see how much weight is left of the Northern Wild Wolf that beat up all the martial arts schools.

The company's primary goal is to provide a solid and robust whip leg like a black lightning strike to Li long's temple.

Li long subconsciously stretched out his arm to file but was a considerable force blasted side to fly out.

He could not dodge and was hit by a kick to the right shoulder. The whole arm was sore and numb, followed by a blur before his eyes. The insidious toe of the shoe came towards his face.

This series of pearl-like legs rain down. He can not avoid it, and once this foot is smashed solid, Li long is either dead or disabled.

He did not even think about it, both hands to meet the flying legs of the flat-headed man. The fingers of his left hand silently plucked at the flank of the man's knee fiercely!

"Pop!"

"Puff."

The flat-headed man's right kick hit Li long's elbow, but his entire body flopped to the ground on his knees.

The flesh and skin face was facing Li long.

Between lightning and fire, Li long, who had been passively beaten, stretched out his hand and grabbed the flat-headed man's shoulder, leaned back, and the flat-headed man's upper body followed uncontrollably and fell forward!

Li long's eyes flashed with hostility, then turned over on the ground, the right leg pressed the man's neck, only to hear a click, the flat-headed man's entire arm was ripped off!

The next is against the back of the flat-headed man, grabbed his other arm, cleanly pulled a tear, ignoring the sour sound of broken bones, right foot heavily kicked the man's shin. This kick is fierce and accurate. The flat-headed man's calf was kicked to misalignment, irregularly twisted outward.

He then stood up, fierce gaze swept back and forth at the flat-headed man lying on the ground, constantly struggling, with the smell of blood and cold gas flames rampantly spewed, which is still a semblance of audio-visual shopkeeper's warmth?

"Sorry, long time did not do it, a moment of confiscation."

At this point, the woman, stunned by the scene, slowed down, "Sorry, brother, this is his fault, but please be merciful. I'll take him away."

With that, pick up the man and go out. Li Long silently looked at the man and woman's anxiety out of the door. The fierceness in his eyes gradually dissipated. With a long sigh, they gently closed the door and returned to the look of life and death.