Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 9 Yong-ge, it's time to pay the medical expenses.

"Zhu Yong!"

"nineteen……"

As Su Changfeng stepped forward to inspect, he began counting down the seconds according to the rules.

"I declare Hong Jie the KO winner!" Su Changfeng raised Hong Jie's hand high and shouted in celebration.

"Haha, Yong, you promised to beat the crap out of me, why are you asleep?"

"Say the harshest words, and you'll get the worst beating!"

"With skills like that, you dare to attack traditional martial arts? Go back and practice for decades!"

"Recently, everyone's been saying that spiritual energy is reviving in the Dharma-ending Age. I hope traditional martial arts are going to make a comeback. I don't want them all to be practicing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms while I'm still stuck in the past."

"Hurry up and attach the Iron Palm manual to the truck!"

"Sister Juan, what's going on with Brother Yong? Is he taking money to fix the match?" Li Dalong looked at the screen full of comments and his heart was broken.

"Collect my ass!"

"Stop embarrassing yourself here, hurry up and get him to the hospital, can't you see he's having seizures?"

Du Meijuan pursed her lips, swayed her hips, and walked away in her high heels.

Li Dalong and two other disciples stepped forward to help Zhu Yong up.

"Damn, this Iron Palm technique must be poisonous! Brother Yong's face has turned blackish-purple!" Li Dalong took a closer look and secretly exclaimed in amazement.

Brother Yong was beaten so badly, he couldn't possibly risk his life to let the enemy go.

This is a real loss!

Amidst boos, the group carried Zhu Yong away in a disheveled state.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first informal slapping competition of the Hong Family Martial Arts School has ended with Jie Shao's ancient Hong Family Iron Palm technique emerging victorious..."

"As you can see, our Slapping Amateur Association training base is professional in terms of facilities, referees, and rules."

"Friends from all over the country are welcome to come and take on the challenge and exchange ideas."

"We also welcome more friends to join us in promoting traditional martial arts, promoting slapping competitions, and creating our own competition masters in Xia Kingdom."

"When it comes to slapping techniques, Wu Chengjie is renowned far and wide!"

"I'm Wang Xiaoxian, that's all for today's live stream."

Goodbye, family!

Wang Xiaoxian stood next to the sign on the ring that read "Hong's Wound Ointment," broadcasting at a speed even faster than Hua Shao's.

The game is over.

The various social media platforms and viewers were thrilled, with many conducting on-site interviews.

Hong Jie, feeling embarrassed, slipped away first, but thankfully the capable Wang Xiaoxian took his place.

Otherwise, they'd be professional agent assistants.

In just one night, he thoroughly mastered the rules of the slapping competition and the research on the Iron Palm tradition of the Hong Family Martial Arts School, and answered questions fluently and with great confidence.

Add to that his impeccable Mandarin, and you'd think he was a famous host invited by Hong Jie.

……

The next day.

Wucheng Third Central Hospital.

In the ward, Zhu Yong slowly woke up.

Du Meijuan is talking to the doctor.

"Ouch, ouch!" Zhu Yong groaned.

My face was numb yesterday.

Right now, half of my head is throbbing with pain, and I feel dizzy and nauseous.

"Brother Yong, you're awake!" Du Meijuan's expression was slightly indifferent.

"Doctor, my face is injured, and why is my head wrapped up like this?" Zhu Yong touched his head and realized that his entire head was wrapped up like a mummy, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"How is my injury?" he asked.

"Mr. Zhu, it's strange, I've never seen an injury like yours before," the doctor said.

"How...how do you say that? Ouch!" Zhu Yong asked, grinning.

"When a normal person gets slapped, punched, or even hit in the face with a hammer, the muscle fibers will tear to some extent, but they won't fall apart!"

"Look!"

The doctor took out the X-ray and continued:

"The muscles in your face look like they've been broken up and softened; they're loose and saggy, which is very strange."

"I'm not going to be crippled, am I?!" Zhu Yong panicked.

"That's not quite right!"

"I watched your fight. If it had gone the full five rounds, your face would have been ruined."

"Luckily you fainted in time."

"However, in the short term, damage to muscles and nerves may lead to facial paralysis and incoordination, but with proper care, it can recover in one or two years."

The doctor offered him a word of comfort.

After saying that, he shook his head and left, muttering to himself:

"Who in Wucheng doesn't know that Old Hong's Iron Palm is real kung fu!"

"Poor guy."

As soon as the doctor left, tears streamed down Zhu Yong's face.

"Damn, that kid's Iron Palm really is real!"

"Juan, how's the situation now?"

Du Meijuan sat down next to him and showed him her phone: "Brother Yong, the situation is dire."

"We lost 400,000 followers in one night, and now we only have 80,000 left."

"Moreover, most of them are worthless haters."

"In addition, our endorsement deals with brands such as 362 Degrees and Furenniao have also fallen through. They called us this morning to say that they don't plan to hire us as their spokespeople anymore."

"Also, the martial arts school students are demanding refunds of their tuition fees."

"You've ruined your reputation with this one fight."

Du Meijuan's tone was indifferent, tinged with a hint of coldness.

Zhu Yong burst into tears, heartbroken: "That damned old man Hong, he and his son set me up!"

"Juan, you, you go find them for me. They have to pay for my medical expenses, nutritional supplements, and compensation for emotional distress."

"I can't let this beating go unpunished."

"That so-called martial arts association agreement, didn't the police say it was invalid?"

"Yes, we have to extort a hefty sum from him."

Zhu Yong grew angrier the more he thought about it, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he came up with a crooked plan.

"Why!"

Du Meijuan sighed and stared at him as if he were an idiot.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Hurry up and go!" Zhu Yong urged impatiently.

Du Meijuan took a document out of her bag and handed it to him: "Take a look for yourself."

"A letter of compensation?"

"The injury was determined to be minor, and Hong Jie still wants me to pay him 30,000 yuan?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Hey, I'm the one who's seriously injured!"

Zhu Yong yelled, which aggravated his injuries, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Brother Yong, the lawyer said you committed the crime of illegal intrusion into a residence and threatened and beat your client, Hong Jie, against his will."

"The assessment results indicate minor injuries, including a damaged eardrum, a dislocated nasal bone, and emotional distress."

"If you don't compensate, they will call the police and initiate legal proceedings."

Du Meijuan said.

"Why should he sue me after beating me like this?"

"I'm seriously injured, it's me who's seriously injured!"

Zhu Yongqi exploded, pounding on the bed and howling.

Please!

"Big brother, could you read more books and keep up with current events?"

"What era are we living in? Do you think it's still like a few years ago, where whoever gets hurt or is the weaker party is always right?"

"Their lawyer has video evidence."

"It was you who persisted in provoking Hong Jie against his will."

"Hongjie hit you in self-defense!"

"At the time, the lawyer surnamed Zhou reminded you that you insisted on getting the shot."

"The evidence is irrefutable, where am I supposed to find someone to compensate me?"

Du Meijuan hugged her breasts and pouted speechlessly.

"no!"

"no!"

"Are they really going to play this game? Aren't they setting me up for a scam?"

"Meijuan, you're a student from a prestigious university, you know everything. You have to stand up for me, we can't just give up."

Zhu Yong felt he was more wronged than Dou E.

I got a beating and now I have to pay compensation? Who the hell can I complain to?

"Brother Yong, a minor injury assessment is enough for a criminal sentence."

"My advice is that if you don't want to go to jail, it's best to settle with the other party privately and pay for the medical expenses."

"The account number and the bank name are on it."

"I have to go back to the provincial capital first. You can rest and recover here."

Du Meijuan didn't want to waste her energy on him, so she got up to leave.

"Meijuan, are you leaving me too?"

"Didn't you say you like strong men the most?"

"Wait for me."

"I'm sure I can make a comeback, run the gym well, and build up the traffic."

Zhu Yong panicked a little and grabbed her, pleading with her in an extremely pleading tone.

Du Meijuan shook off his hand and sneered, "Zhu Yong, are you blind?"

"Don't even mention a small internet celebrity with only a few hundred thousand followers. Even big names with tens of millions of followers, like Zhang Tongxue and Coach Liu, have all fallen with the tide."

"You've lost; you've already been labeled as trash."

"You have no chance."

"Yes, I like strong men, but lustful pleasure can't put food on the table. In this world, if you don't have money, who cares about you!"

"I'd rather cry on a useless man's bed than laugh in your lap."

"Take a good look in the mirror!"

"You really look like a dog right now."

How can I like you?

"Feel sorry!"

Du Meijuan gave a disdainful smile, and without even turning her head, she swayed her hips and walked away in her high heels.

"You slut!"

Zhu Yong was cursing when his phone rang.

"Who is it?" Zhu Yong asked irritably.

A loud, carefree voice came from the other end: "Hello, is this Hong Yong? I'm your die-hard fan."

"How could a die-hard fan call someone by the wrong name?" Zhu Yong cursed in annoyance.

"You didn't get it wrong, it's Hong Yong from the Xiongfeng Boxing Gym of the Third Sanda Team in the provincial capital, Brother Yong!" the man chuckled.

"My surname is Zhu, and my name is Zhu Yong!"

"No way! I remember you saying in your livestream that if you didn't defeat the Hong family father and son, you'd change your surname to Hong!"

"Hong Yong!"

"Hong Yong!"

"Hong Yong!"

A bunch of people were shouting in unison on the other end of the phone!

"Damn it!"

"The world is a dangerous place, and people's hearts have changed!"

"Ah, ah!"

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