If you want to be a good person, find Huadi

Liu Yi was just about to discuss inland trade with Long Jiajun when a jarring, jarring sound suddenly reached his ears. He glanced closely and, sure enough, it was that annoying Third Young Master again! He stood majestically in the center of the spacious, brightly lit hall, a massive gong held high in his hand. He struck it like a madman, creating waves of deafening, chaotic noise. This sudden appearance instantly drew the attention of every guest at the reception.

Seeing this, Guo Zhenting frowned, his face revealing a barely concealed look of disgust. He then turned to Long Jiajun and Huadi, and softly suggested, "Jiajun, let's go and find a quiet place to chat." In truth, Guo Zhenting had no desire to attend this so-called cocktail party. In his eyes, such occasions were merely a way for the family to flaunt their extravagant lifestyle. He had brought Huadi along to this gathering simply to give his father an explanation. Now that their goal had been achieved, there was no need to linger any longer.

Hearing this, Long Jiajun nodded in understanding, agreeing, and replied, "Excellent! Let's go to my yacht. It's much quieter there." In reality, Long Jiajun himself was equally uninterested in such a tedious gathering. Just as the three of them were about to leave, the sharp-eyed Third Young Master caught a glimpse of them turning away. To be precise, the Third Young Master had been completely focused on Guo Zhenting and the others from the very beginning. His earlier frantic banging of the gong was, in fact, a direct attack on them.

"Young Master Guo, are you leaving now? The show has just begun. Wouldn't it be too boring if you just walked away?" With that, the man casually threw the gong to the ground. Then, with swift steps like a gust of wind, three steps became two, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Guo Zhenting, abruptly blocking the three people who were about to leave. He did this just to embarrass Guo Zhenting. He had just been humiliated by Huadi, and he couldn't swallow this humiliation.

"Hmph, I, Guo Zhenting, have always followed my heart. I go wherever I please. Let alone your Third Young Master, even if your father were here, how could he stop me?" Guo Zhenting said this, tilting his head slightly. His face, usually adorned with a genial smile, suddenly became stern and serious, and a powerful aura of authority emanated from him. After all, Guo Zhenting had, along with his father, Guo Yingnan, come across many times in mainland China, a highly respected figure who had endured countless life-and-death trials and returned from the most brutal battlefields. He had remained calm and unfazed in the face of such a figure. Let alone this so-called "Third Young Master," who was superficially strong but weak, with only superficial appearances.

At this moment, the Third Young Master was stunned by the aura of the man who had passed the real exam. He stood there in a daze, completely bewildered. Fortunately, however, he had a shrewd and courageous assistant at his side who stepped in and deftly defused the awkward situation. The assistant explained, "Mr. Guo, the Third Young Master meant no harm. He simply meant that there will be a special performance later, and he sincerely hopes to invite you to enjoy it. So, for the sake of our Fourth Master, please stay for a while." Clearly, the assistant was well aware that invoking the Third Young Master's father, Na Wei, would likely have a negative impact on the situation.

As the current Deputy Secretary for Justice, Na Wei holds a powerful position, and his influence in Hong Kong's legal system is crucial. Unless there's a particularly intense conflict, even someone as prominent as Guo Zhenting would have to show him some respect. Therefore, Guo Zhenting decided to hold off for now and wait and see what this Third Young Master is up to.

Seeing that Guo Zhenting and the other two hadn't left, the young master knew that his display of power wouldn't end well, so he quickly ordered his men to fetch a microphone. He then shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, today I've specially invested heavily in inviting several of the world's top fighters to present several spectacular performances just for you. The show is about to begin. Please vacate the center of the venue." With that, several staff members filed into the hall and quickly stretched a rope around the center, forming a simple ring approximately five meters square.

At this moment, Liu Yi's lips curled up slightly, and he whispered to Guo Zhenting with a half-smile, "Brother Ting, it seems to me that this force is clearly coming for me." Guo Zhenting's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Let's see the situation first. If you are confident of victory, don't hesitate and give it a try. Even if you accidentally kill someone, it won't be a big deal. If the opponent is too strong, let my father send a few capable fighters over. Fortunately, Duan Long hasn't left yet, so I'll call them now."

After saying this, Guo Zhenting didn't even give Huadi a chance to respond. Without hesitation, he dialed the phone and gave orders to Duan Long on the other end of the phone: "Bring people over immediately! Remember, don't bring too many weapons when you come in, just a few AKs will do."

These words left Long Jiajun stunned. He muttered to himself, "What? Don't bring too many weapons, just a few AKs will do? What a joke! You know, those powerful big circle boys can fight a dozen police officers in a life-and-death battle with just an AK! Brother Ting, who seems so amiable on weekdays, how could he be so crazy at this moment? Doesn't he know how dangerous this is?"

Before the three young masters' black market boxing performance began, a towering figure, resembling an iron tower, suddenly appeared like a ghost beside Guo Zhenting, Huadi, and Long Jiajun, startling the unsuspecting Long Jiajun. "Brother Long, you're really quick," Guo Zhenting said with a smile, gazing at the imposing man before him. Duan Long, with a serious expression, replied succinctly, "Your father instructed us to ensure Huadi's safety." Guo Yingnan had already arranged for Duan Long to come and protect Huadi. After all, if Huadi were to meet with any misfortune, the entire Hua Alliance would be in jeopardy. As for that so-called "that place," for a top-tier master like Duan Long, it was like a public restroom, accessible freely and unhindered.

"Brother Hua! Tomorrow I will drag you along to do a DNA test! I have serious doubts about your background. I feel that you are most likely the illegitimate child left behind by that old man! If that old man hands over all the family property to you in the future, you must never forget me, your biological brother!" Guo Zhenting deliberately pretended to be heartbroken and said so. These words caused Duan Long, standing nearby, to curl his lips in disdain. "Ah Ting, you're already an elderly man, with a family full of children. How can you still be so naive? Not to mention that you were merely attending a reception there, even if you actually broke the Third Young Master's legs, would his family dare to attack you? But Huadi is completely different. That family would definitely have the guts to kill him!" Even as Guo Zhenting raved, the Third Young Master's meticulously planned black market boxing show finally began. To the uninitiated, this so-called black market boxing show was nothing short of spectacular, brutal, and bloody. Many of the self-important ladies and wives were terrified and covered their eyes with their hands, their slightly parted fingers inadvertently revealing the bloodthirsty natures hidden deep within them.

Long Jiajun was shocked and his face became a little solemn. He hurriedly warned Huadi: "Huadi, that third young master will definitely come to provoke you later. You must stay calm and don't pay any attention to him!" After that, Long Jiajun emphasized it again with concern.

However, Liu Yi didn't respond to Long Jiajun's words. Duan Long, standing by, couldn't help but warn, "Huadi, if you're going to compete later, be very careful!" Clearly, as an expert, Duan Long had seen through the performance; those black market fighters weren't really giving it their all. So, for Huadi, just playing around wasn't a problem; he'd be watching closely from the sidelines, ready to rush over and help if he noticed anything was amiss.

Even Guo Zhenting appeared nonchalant. While his own fighting abilities weren't particularly impressive, his vision was quite impressive. He considered these so-called masters merely posturing and bluffing. If that was all they were capable of, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to let Huadi go down and have some fun. After all, they'd already come knocking on his door; he couldn't just keep putting up a fight, could he? He had to fight back when it was time!

As expected, after the performance concluded, the Third Young Master's sinister plot finally surfaced. He stood poised in the center of the crude arena, microphone in hand... "Everyone! How good was tonight's performance? Was it truly spectacular? Was it thrilling? Was it bloody?" The speaker, standing to one side, a wicked smile on his face, swept his gaze over the crowd. The ladies, deeply thrilled by the blood on the floor, responded with a frantic chorus of shouts: "Great! Brilliant! Super thrilling! It was a river of blood!" Their voices piercingly pierced the air, threatening to burst through the roof.

Then, the Third Young Master continued to shout, "So, do you want to see something even more thrilling?" Before he even finished speaking, shouts of "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Clearly, the crowd's passions were already ignited. And all of this was the result of the Third Young Master's pre-arranged forces, secretly fanning the flames. They continued to stir up the crowd, raising the atmosphere to a fever pitch.

"Since everyone is so eager to see more excitement, why don't we draw a lucky winner from among the guests present tonight? Let this lucky winner step into the ring and compete with these fearless boxers! Regardless of the final outcome, if you dare to step onto the stage and fight a round, I will give you a full 500,000 yuan in cash as a reward! What do you think?" At this point, the third young master finally revealed his long-hidden sinister face and revealed his carefully planned conspiracy. Upon hearing this, thunderous applause and cheers broke out all around.

At that moment, a resounding voice suddenly interrupted the clamor: "No need to draw lots! This guy next to me is eager to try his hand at the ring himself. But... a mere 500,000 yuan isn't nearly enough! If we're going to win a match, we need at least 2 million!" It was Guo Zhenting who spoke. He looked calm and composed, his eyes radiating immense confidence and authority. Faced with such a request, the Third Young Master was naturally overjoyed. In fact, he had been planning to have Hua Di take the stage for a while, and had already instructed his boxers to deliver a brutal blow to Hua Di in the ring. Now Guo Zhenting's initiative to let Hua Di take the stage was exactly what he wanted. So, the Third Young Master nodded without hesitation and said, "No problem! As long as this brother has the courage to step up and test his skills, let alone two million, even five or ten million, I will not be stingy!" And just like that, behind a seemingly fair and just contest, endless murderous intent and sinister intentions were hidden...

Liu Yi, without hesitation, shed his elaborate and luxurious attire, leaving behind only a pair of simple boxer shorts. The moment he stepped onto the ring, a dazzling radiance suddenly shone, drawing screams of astonishment from the audience. His strikingly handsome face, with its sharp brows, starry eyes, and prominent nose, was as exquisite as a sculpture. His muscular frame exuded an immense power and charm, captivating the numerous ladies present, who cheered enthusiastically.

However, in stark contrast, the boxer sent by the Third Young Master did not receive such a warm welcome. The reason was that the fighter from Tyrande standing opposite Liu Yi was thin, dark-skinned, and short in stature, and he really could not arouse the interest or affection of the ladies around him.

Just as the fierce duel was about to begin, a figure leaped onto the stage like lightning—it was Guo Zhenting! He clutched the microphone he had just snatched from the Third Young Master and shouted, "Do you have the guts to fight with me? I'm certain Huadi will win! Anyone interested, place your bets now!" His voice resounded like a resounding bell, echoing throughout the arena and drawing everyone's attention.