Beautiful Love
Disparaging

“Dessie, can't talk carelessly!” Jerk Master Fan.

He looked at Erick Qin and explained: "Sorry, I neglected to educate my daughter, I hope you don't mind."

Erick Qin looked at the young man and said, "Who is this guy?"

“Oh, this is a disciple of my good friend, his name is Yadiel Mu, this time I invited him to just in case.” Mr. Fan replied with a smile.

“Jaga-jangan?” Erick Qin's face suddenly looked displeased.

In other words, if he were to lose, then would this young man take over?

How great are you Master Fan, you think of me as a backup?

“I've long heard that a master appeared in City F, surely you are the one?” The young man stood up and intended to shake hands with Erick Qin.

Erick Qin observed it closely, the strength of this person was not weak, but according to the division of their martial arts world, he was at most only the equivalent of a Master of Inner Strength.

Is this level above him? So ridiculous.

Seeing that Erick Qin did not raise his hand, Master Fan's daughter, Dessie Fan said angrily: "Do you know manners?"

Erick Qin snorted and said nothing.

“Hei! I'm talking to you, don't you hear it!” Dessie Fan walked over and pulled Erick Qin's arm, “You can only slightly kungfu, and defeated The Scarman, what can be boasted, Brother Yadiel has killed two overseas fugitives! These two fugitives are Inner Strength Masters!"

"Two overseas fugitives?" Erick Qin narrowed his eyes. "You killed those two?"

Yadiel Mu said with a faint smile: "You can't just admit to this kind of thing, haha."

Even though he replied to her, but actually did not say it clearly, neither admitting nor denying it, was completely shameless.

“Aih, Brother Yadiel, don't hide anymore. I've been watching those CCTV videos, the stature is exactly the same as you! Moreover, you just came to F City a few days ago. If not who are you anymore?” Dessie Fan said with a grin.

Yadiel Mu smiled faintly and said, "I'm the one who doesn't like trouble, so Dessie don't talk carelessly."

Erick Qin also did not bother dismantling it, just turned his head and walked to the side.

“When will it start?” Erick Qin asked as he looked at Master Fan.

Master Fan said: "Tonight, my old friend will be here soon."

Erick Qin nodded then said nothing more.

Exactly eight at night, Master Fan's friend arrived at the dojo.

“Thiago Fan, long time no see.” The owner of the dojo walked forward and said with a smile.

“Yes, it has been at least ten years since I saw Curator Tong last time?” Teacher Fan greeted.

Curator Tong smiled lightly: "Nine years and eight months, that was the last time we competed."

Mentioning this incident, Master Fan's face slightly changed, it was obvious that Master Fan was embarrassed by their last match.

“Huh, back then I was just doing a little mistake.” Master Fan snorted coldly.

Curator Tong laughed and said: "Really? I heard you lost to a young man not long ago? Aih, you are old, why force yourself?"

“You!” Master Fan's face turned pale from anger and speechless.

“Haha, come on, we're all old, we better watch the games of our juniors only.” Curator Tong waved his hand and laughed.

While talking, the two men came to the arena dojo.

Erick Qin, Yadiel Mu and Dessie Fan were standing waiting.

“Hey, how much did my father give you?” Dessie Fan asked as she glared at Erick Qin.

Erick Qin glanced at him and said, "20% of the profits dojo.”

“So much?!” Dessie Fan expression changed, “Why is your heart so evil?”

After which, he pulled Yadiel Mu's arm and said spoiledly: "Sister Yadiel, don't let him intervene first, if he wins, then our family will lose a lot!"

Yadiel Mu was also a little displeased, he only earned a hundred thousand yuan in return this time, and this child actually dared to open his mouth and ask for so much money!

But the match was arranged, Yadiel Mu was also unable to say anything more, so he rubbed Dessie Fan's head and smiled: "Sister Yadiel can't help but intervene, easy to get into trouble. Let this little brother help."

Dessie Fan stared intently at Erick Qin, his eyes full of annoyance.

Erick Qin was too lazy to deal with such a small child.

At this moment, Curator Tong and Master Fan came, and all the disciples from the dojo were already in place.

“These two people are my best students.” Master Fan introduced with a smile.

Facing the ridicule from Curator Tong, Master Fan unwillingly lost: "That's better than someone, it's been half a day, it still doesn't look like the person."

“Hehe, my disciple has gone to change clothes, he will come soon.” Curator Tong smiled lightly.

As he spoke, a young man with a charming but well-built look walked over.

His tanned skin made his muscles look like steel which scared people.

“This is my student, Aziel Wan.” Curator Tong smiled lightly.

Seeing Aziel Wan, Yadiel Mu suddenly exclaimed: "You?"

Aziel Wan looked at Yadiel Mu and sneered, "Aren't you the sissy? Why, are you going to fight me today?"

Curator Tong was dumbfounded, and then he laughed out loud: "Hahaha, Master Fan, it seems like your students and my students know each other!"

Master Fan also quietly said the words ‘gawat’ in his heart, heard from Aziel Wan's tone of voice, Yadiel Mu doesn't seem to be his opponent?

“Hehe, you get ready, I will wait for you on top.” Aziel Wan narrowed her eyes with an expression like she was going to eat people.

Finished throwing these words, Aziel Wan followed Curator Tong walking to the other side.

Master Fan's face was extremely ugly, he frowned and looked at Yadiel Mu while saying, "Do you know him?"

Yadiel Mu nodded slowly and said, "Hmm, this person is not a disciple of Curator Tong at all. His teacher was a horizontal training expert. It's said that the bones are as hard as steel."

“Then... are you sure you can win?” Master Fan asked hesitantly.

Yadiel Mu was certainly not Aziel Wan's opponent, but he instead smiled lightly and said, "Sixty percent."

“That's great.” Master Fan sighed in relief. “If I lose today, this dojo no longer needs to be opened again.”

When the match came, Aziel Wan was already standing on the arena from the start, looking at Yadiel Mu and making a head-cutting move.

“We count on you.” At this moment, Master Fan had ignored Erick Qin.

Yadiel Mu nodded slowly and said, "No problem, I will .. aih .. aih, my stomach suddenly hurts .. can't, I have to go to the bathroom."

After dropping this sentence, Yadiel Mu turned his head and immediately ran away, Master Fan could not help it.

“This.... what should I do?” Master Fan looked puzzled, why go to the toilet at this time?

“Hahaha, Thiago Fan, does your student only have this ability?” Seeing this situation, Curator Tong could not help but laugh.

Master Fan endured the embarrassment as he said: "My disciples go to the toilet, once it's done he'll beat you up!"

Master Tong snorted softly: "Go to the toilet? We don't have much time to wait for him! Why, is it that in the Dojo of the Fan family he's the only one who can fight?"

“Omong empty what you say!” The disciples watching were furious, one of them jumped onto the arena.

“I'll fight you!” He said angrily to Aziel Wan.

As soon as those words were done, he pointed his fist towards Aziel Wan, directly hitting Aziel Wan's lower abdomen.

However, Aziel Wan did not budge, not even trying to dodge.

“Only this is your ability?” Aziel Wan sneered. He raised his hand and slapped the face of the disciple.

After this slap, Master Fan's disciple felt as if he had been hit by a truck, bled out from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground.

“Shopped.” Master Fan's face became extremely ugly. This was the disciple he was most proud of, and it turned out that he could not even withstand a single slap, how could this match proceed again?

“Why is Yadiel Mu still not out?” Master Fan looked worried.

Erick Qin snorted softly, "Do you think he dares to come out?"

"What are you talking about! Brother Yadiel is not afraid at all!" Dessie Fan said furiously.

More than ten minutes had passed, and Yadiel Mu still did not plan to appear.

Curator Tong could not wait any longer, he sneered and said: "Coward! I think the Dojo of the Fan family doesn't need to open anymore!"

Master Fan was speechless, the look on his face turned ugly.

“Master Fan, if you promise to give me sixty percent profit share of the dojo, I can help you finish it.” At this moment, Erick Qin said in a soft voice.

"Sixty percent? Why don't you just go die? What's more, do you have that ability?" Before Master Fan spoke, Dessie Fan had already cursed first for not being able to bear it.

Erick Qin glanced at him coldly, and said, "With your words, the price has changed, now I want seventy percent. From now on, if you say another word, it'll be eighty percent."

Dessie Fan: "You ..."

“Eighty percent,” said Erick Qin with a cold face.