Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Ip Man was stunned on the ring at that time. He was a little at a loss. He had indeed tried to kill him in the heat of the moment, but he didn't think he would really kill him.

Dabao and Guo Yingnan looked at each other and realized something was wrong.

Fei Bo just waved his hand, and several of his men ran in from the door. Fei Bo pointed at Ip Man and said.

"Take him back to the police station and treat him well."

Several plainclothes policemen ran onto the ring, took out handcuffs from his waist and put them on Ip Man. Ip Man was a little at a loss and shouted loudly.

"No one is dead, no one is dead."

Fei Bo chuckled.

"Whether he is dead or not is not up to you. It's up to me to decide. If I say he is dead, then he is dead."

Lei Luo stood up and looked at Fei Bo coldly.

"Fei Bo, you're really brave now. You dare to confuse right and wrong in front of so many people."

Fei Bo didn't dare to talk back to him and quickly lowered his head.

Wallace put his hands in the pockets of his vest, looked at Lei Luo arrogantly, and spoke loudly.

"Everything Fei Bo does has my approval. What? Do you have any objections?"

Lei Luo looked at the foreign police superintendent. There was no need for him to quarrel with the foreigner now. Zhuyouzai had already sent people to collect evidence of the foreign police superintendent's crimes. He would wait and see how he died.

Lei Luo sat down slowly, Fei Bo wiped his sweat secretly, and prayed inwardly, hoping that the foreign police superintendent would always protect him.

Fei Bo waved.

"Take him back to the police station."

Ip Man was a law-abiding man. Even though he was sweating profusely from anxiety, he still didn't dare to resist. Hong Zhennan had no choice but to say to him.

"Master Ye, don't worry. I'll find a lawyer to bail you out right away."

Several policemen pushed Ye Wen towards the door, and a lazy voice said at this time.

"Wait a minute, what's the rush?"

The police stopped and everyone looked back, only to see Dabao slowly standing up and stuffing the remaining small piece of white sugar cake into his mouth. He gave Zhuyouzai a thumbs up, meaning that it tasted good.

Fei Bo narrowed his eyes. He couldn't figure out Dabao's origins, but he knew that this was someone he couldn't afford to offend. He looked at Wallace without saying a word, and Wallace didn't say anything either. Before the ring match started, Lucas and Steve treated the young man with respect, which made him understand that this was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Bob on the stage and the audience below didn't know what Dabao meant and were all whispering.

Dabao came to the front of the ring, grabbed Yamamoto Ichiro's hair, and pulled him out from the ropes. Perhaps because the force was too strong, a large lock of Yamamoto Ichiro's hair was pulled out.

Ichiro Yamamoto woke up from his coma and screamed in pain.

"idiot!"

Dabao kicked him in the stomach.

"Stupid little devil, who are you scolding?"

Ichiro Yamamoto rolled on the ground, holding his stomach. His scalp was covered in blood. He looked extremely miserable, but he was definitely not dead.

Dabao said proudly.

"See? This idiot isn't dead. Are you still arresting him?"

Fei Bo swallowed his saliva. He didn't dare to wrongly accuse Ip Man in public, so he waved his hand and let Ip Man go.

Ip Man walked up to Dabao, bowed and said gratefully.

"Thank you for saving my life, sir."

Dabao admired Ip Man very much. He quickly supported Ip Man and said.

"Master Ye, please don't be polite. We are all Chinese people and should help each other."

Ye Wen forced a smile. Thinking of his wife who was about to give birth, he couldn't help but regret his impulsiveness today.

Dabao extended his hand to invite Ip Man to sit down and introduced him to Guo Yingnan.

Wallace gestured to Bob, who nodded, raised the microphone and spoke loudly.

"The competition continues. Mr. Ye just now violated the rules of the competition by starting the fight without signing a life-or-death agreement. As the referee, I declare that he is not allowed to continue the fight."

The people in the martial arts gym and the audience below the stage were all outraged. Everyone saw it clearly just now. It was the Japanese who jumped onto the stage and started fighting. How could they blame Ip Man for not signing a life and death agreement and violating the rules?

Ip Man was quite calm, and Dabao handed him a cup of tea with a smile.

"Master Ye, it seems that the foreigners are very afraid of you. They won't let you go on stage anymore. Don't you have any ideas?"

Ip Man took the teacup and smiled at Dabao.

"Sir, you're joking. Ip Man's skills are so insignificant that they're hardly worthy of the Fang family's attention. Even if I, Ip Man, can't make it to the stage, don't we still have you? I, Ip Man, can see that your skills surpass mine ten or a hundred times. You won't let us Chinese lose face when the time comes."

Dabao was a little surprised. This Ip Man was really a hidden talent. He even suspected that Ip Man had reached the level of a grandmaster. In fact, Dabao's suspicion was well-founded. If Ip Man was really an ordinary person, Gong Baosen, the leader of the northern martial arts world, would not have specifically sought him out to join hands with him and hand over the inheritance rights of the northern and southern martial arts to him.

Dabao smiled and nodded.

"Master Ye has a good eye. Don't worry, I won't bring shame to Chinese martial arts."

The host on the stage suddenly shouted.

"Please welcome our boxing champion, Tornado Taylor Miller!"

The drums then began to beat violently.

Along with the sound of drums, a beam of light hit the door of the lounge, and then the door of the lounge opened, and a muscular figure appeared in the light. He was wearing a cloak, and the big hood of the cloak tightly covered his face. He had a pair of heavy blue boxing gloves on his hands, and there was a wide golden cowhide belt around his waist. This was the boxing champion belt.

The light followed the boxing champion to the center of the ring. The host pretended to be nervous and shouted,

"Our mysterious boxing champion, why doesn't he take off his hat and reveal his true face? What is he waiting for? Is he waiting for your cheers?"

The foreigners in the VIP seats below the ring started shouting like crazy.

"Now, let me solemnly introduce our boxing champion, he is the tornado, Taylor Miller!"

The drum sets in the audience were almost broken. People's emotions were completely aroused. Everyone was shouting desperately, wanting to see what this Western boxing champion looked like.

Tornado slowly took off the big hood of his cloak, revealing his huge hooked nose. To be honest, Tornado was really handsome, with blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and a pair of sharp eyes.

Dabao exclaimed.

"This foreigner is quite capable. It seems that this boxing champion is well-deserved and has some weight."

Tornado stood on the ring with a pout on his face, pointing a finger at the people on the martial arts street below, looking extremely arrogant.

"I've seen your performance. Yes, performance. I like that word. Your so-called martial arts is nothing more than dancing to me. Standing on this stage and competing with a bunch of you who can only dance, I feel it's a disgrace to me!"