Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 30 I'll bet you'll lose for 1

"Ah Jie, they cheated again! No way, I'm going to protest!" Wang Xiaoxian stomped her feet angrily by the ring.

"There's no point in reasoning with hooligans and scoundrels."

"Zhang Tianbao is at his last gasp."

"Even if he slaps you ten more times, let alone one slap, he still can't win."

Hong Jie pinched her cheek, then turned and went back to the ring.

"Referee, I protest," Hong Jie said.

"The protest is invalid. This is a fact unanimously determined by the referee panel. Mr. Hong Jie, you did indeed violate the rules by dodging," the referee said.

"good!"

"However, before the next match, I need the organizers to ensure that there will be no more problems with communication, live streaming, or camera work."

"Of course, I know this is difficult for you."

"So I want the audience in the front row to watch the game from the front."

"The eyes of the masses are discerning!"

"Does everyone agree?"

Hong Jie began to incite those enthusiastic slap fans.

"Manager Hou!" The referee looked at Hou Bing.

"Will this slap knock him down?" Hou Bing asked Zhang Tianbao.

Zhang Tianbao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I'll give it a try."

"Okay!" Hou Bing hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing.

He knew Chen Kaixuan's character well.

On the surface, he is like "Zhuge Liang," pretending to be very mature and strategic. But once he messes things up, he will completely negate the decision and blame it all on his subordinates.

They are especially meticulous about money.

Don't be fooled by his talk of the Chen family's honor and face now; he'll be talking about money all the time later.

Hou Bing didn't dare to gamble everything on Zhang Tianbao, so he decided to start the live stream first and at least get the money he could.

Even if you lose, that's still a loss.

Even if Chen Kaixuan loses face, as long as the overall outcome of the event is profitable, he will only have to kneel down and get slapped a few times; he won't lose his job or his life.

Having been around for a while, Hou Bing had long figured out this rich kid's tricks.

He's nothing but a rising star and genius in the business world; he's nothing but rubbish.

They make dirty money by using the dark web, telecom fraud, and violent threats to fix matches.

The Chinese Chamber of Commerce is ashamed of these tactics.

If you really want to make this kind of dirty money, who doesn't know how?

Waiting for cameras, live streaming, etc. to be restored.

Zhang Tianbao and Hong Jie returned to the table.

"You don't seem very happy?" Hong Jie asked with a smile.

"Kid, don't be so arrogant."

"If I slap you like this, you won't be laughing anymore." Master Tianbao tightened his red cassock and stuffed another small Yuan Pill into his mouth.

"I'm sure I'll have the last laugh."

"But it seems your chances are dwindling."

Hong Jie didn't indulge him and took a sip of the tonic wine.

"Can we begin?" the referee asked.

"Yes," they both replied at the same time.

Hong Jie stood firm, his Golden Bell Shield protecting his head with the support of his internal energy.

Zhang Tianbao panicked.

He could sense that some kind of aura was gathering around Hong Jie.

Very dangerous!

Strangely, Hong Jie did not rely on his strength or muscle power to defend himself, unlike typical martial arts practitioners who focus their energy on physical strength.

His right cheek was smooth and relaxed, not like someone who was holding back their inner energy.

This is really weird!

Could this kid have actually mastered the legendary internal energy?

"three!"

"two!"

As the referee counted down the seconds, Zhang Tianbao mustered his last bit of strength and slapped Hong Jie hard across the face.

This time, Hong Jie remained motionless, like a statue.

Zhang Tianbao's mentality and strength were greatly diminished, and the power of this palm strike was less than 60% of the last one. It was completely unable to break through the Great Perfection Golden Bell Shield.

"Shit!" Hou Bing cursed, swinging his fist in frustration.

The referee stepped forward to examine the traces of magnesium powder.

"Hello!"

"We're all watching. One time is enough; don't go too far."

"That's right, if you push me too far, I'll shoot you!"

Many spectators pointed at the referee and shouted insults at him from the sidelines.

These people included members of the royal family, scions of the political, business, and military circles, and many of them had placed bets on Hong Jie.

The referees on stage didn't dare to go too far.

After all, you can never earn enough money, but you only have one life.

"no problem."

"It's Mr. Hong's turn to attack next." The referee nodded.

"hey-hey!"

"Master, you're boring."

Hong Jie chuckled dryly, sucked on the cavity wall, and relaxed his facial muscles.

"Brother!"

"We're all in this together, so always leave yourself an out, so you can meet again in the future."

"You know Chen Kaixuan's methods."

"There's no need to drive yourself to the brink for a little bit of traffic."

Zhang Tianbao's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he nervously swallowed hard.

"Sorry, I am a martial artist."

"I only speak from the perspective of strength," Hong Jie said with a cold smile, staring intently at him.

"Referee, I'm ready."

He made a gesture to the referee.

"very good!"

"I hope you can leave Nantai alive!" Zhang Tianbao said bitterly.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Taking advantage of the powerful surge of blood and qi from the tonic wine, Hong Jie unleashed his inner strength, drawing out all of his power directly.

Snapped!

The slap was like a thunderclap that exploded in the stadium.

crisp!

hard!

ruthless!

Although Zhang Tianbao was forcing himself to stay strong and clenching his teeth, his momentum and mentality had collapsed, and he could no longer hold on.

boom!

The force struck him like a car hitting him.

He spun 270 degrees on the spot and flew out.

He crashed heavily to the ground, his eyes squinted, and as he convulsed, foam mixed with blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"ten!"

"Nine!"

Just as the referee was about to count down, Hou Bing stomped his foot and shouted, "Are you an idiot? Help him up first! He hasn't lost, he hasn't lost, he can't lose!"

"Oh dear, save him first! Can't you see Brother Bao is convulsing?"

"We concede defeat."

"I give up!"

Empress Li Yanjun shouted anxiously, her fingers clenched into delicate pinkies.

"Fuck you!"

Hou Bing got impatient and pulled out the Truth.

"Yes, yes!"

Several referees quickly helped Zhang Tianbao up, propped him up on the platform, pinched his philtrum and fanned him, finally managing to bring him back to his senses.

"Can they still fight like this?"

"Can't you just get a straight answer? Already declare victory already!"

The audience below shouted.

"Mr. Hong, our boss would like to invite you for tea," Hou Bing said, dropping the pretense and directly threatening him.

Just as Hong Jie was about to refuse, another man secretly pulled out a gun and pressed it against Wang Xiaoxian's waist.

"Don't test my patience."

"Killing you might cause trouble and be bad for the company."

"But the one under my command is Filipino."

"You know Filipinos are generally not very bright and are prone to impulsiveness."

"It wouldn't be good if you accidentally hurt your friend in the heat of the moment."

Hou Bing coldly sneered.

"Okay, I'll go with you," Hong Jie said.

We arrived at a private room on the second floor.

Chen Kaixuan sat on the sofa, a cigar dangling from his lips, his eyes half-closed as he coldly glared at Hong Jie who walked in: "Brother, can I do you a favor?"

He didn't say much, just waved his hand.

Jiang Defa stepped forward and presented Hong Jie with a check with both hands.

Ten million Xia coins!

"A message came from above: my brother thinks it's too low; is this price satisfactory?"

"You should know that in underground boxing, the most expensive fighter only earns three million for a single match."

Chen Kaixuan lowered his legs, leaned forward, pointed at Hong Jie with a cigar between his fingers, and laughed arrogantly:

"I really like you and I see potential in you."

"I believe that anyone who watched the game today knows that you won."

"But unfortunately, I have to let Zhang Tianbao win."

"As compensation, I can focus on developing you in the future, making you a rising star in the world of boxing and slapping in a short period of time."

"Give your brother some face, okay?"

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