American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The competition proceeded as scheduled.

Much like the plot, although Qi Shan appeared, his small butterfly wings didn't stir up much of a storm.

The Twelve Roads Tan Tui and Bagua Zhang disciples stepped forward to seek guidance, but were all defeated by Ip Man. Hong Zhennan observed for a long time and finally couldn't resist jumping onto the stage. The two masters finally got to exchange blows.

From the intensity of the fight, it was clear that only Hong Zhennan's boxing skills in the entire National Arts Association were presentable and could uphold the banner of National Arts. As for the other masters, even if they were martial arts practitioners, they hadn't reached the level of a master. The reason they opened martial arts schools was probably to earn a living and leave a name for themselves.

In essence, these people were no different from some martial arts instructors who opened schools in Foshan. Everyone was just trying to make a living, perhaps preying on some wealthy patrons who came for the name. As for truly passing on their skills, they would definitely conduct a thorough assessment.

The rules of the martial arts world have been passed down for so many years and cannot be easily broken. Even if the National Arts Association is established, whether the master teaches genuine or fake skills is still up to him.

After one incense stick had burned, the two masters each occupied half of the table, cupping their fists in a show of mutual respect.

"Master Ip, welcome to the martial arts world. Don't forget to pay the membership fee at the beginning of each month. It's 100 dollars per person, and if you pay, you won't have any trouble!" Hong Zhennan said it openly, but Ip Man found it a bit jarring.

If he were still in Foshan, with his demeanor as a member of a large family, Ip Man would never have cared about money. But now, things were different. His family was counting on the martial arts school to make money to survive.

Giving it to others for no reason was, of course, impossible.

Ip Man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "If any other master feels that I am not qualified, I am always ready to spar. But if it's just to satisfy personal interests, please forgive me for not accepting!"

Master Hong's expression was calm: "Then do as you please. Don't come looking for me if you have trouble in the future. You can leave now!"

Ip Tsz Mei stepped forward, "Master Ip, please wait. My young master has something to discuss!"

Ip Man looked at Qi Shan, hesitated for a moment, and then walked down.

"Master Ip, how have you been considering things? Would you like to join in the fun?" Qi Shan asked with a smile.

"I think I'll pass! There are many things to do at home, and I really don't have time!" Ip Man politely declined.

"Alright, since Master Ip has made a decision, I won't try to persuade you any further. However, I still admire Master Ip's skills very much. If you have any trouble, especially official trouble, remember to come to me, and I'll help you sort it out!"

After speaking, he smiled and turned to Hong Zhennan who was walking over: "Master Hong, what about you?"

Hong Zhennan cupped his fists: "Mr. Qi's kind invitation, I will humbly accept!"

"That's great. I'll send a car to pick you up then! By the way, I heard that a martial arts association is holding a boxing competition recently. Remember to save a ticket for me. I'd also like to join in the fun! I'm very interested in Chinese martial arts!"

After Qi Shan finished speaking, he cupped his fists and slowly left.

Ip Tsz Mei took out an envelope from her small bag and handed it to Hong Zhennan: "Master Hong, the young master is very passionate about National Arts and has high hopes for you. Please make sure to develop it well and don't let him down!"

Hong Zhennan was a little puzzled. He glanced at his disciples beside him, and Ah Wei reached out to take the envelope. Ip Tsz Mei gave a slight bow, then quickly followed Qi Shan and strode away.

Hong Zhennan slowly saw them off until he saw Qi Shan get into the car, then he slowly walked back.

Several masters sat together whispering. They couldn't understand Qi Shan's actions. They didn't know why this foreigner with a Chinese face was so enthusiastic about them. Could there be some conspiracy?

But although these people seemed glamorous, they were actually at the bottom of society, just trying to support their families every day. What was there to plot against?

"Master!" Ah Wei handed over the envelope.

Hong Zhennan glared at him: "Acting without authorization!"

Ah Wei scratched his head, not daring to retort.

Hong Zhennan took a brief look at the envelope, tore it open, and took out a cash check from inside.

5,000 pounds.

The surrounding disciples gasped, their eyeballs almost falling out.

"Master, this fake foreigner is so generous, giving so much money right away. Does he have ulterior motives?"

"Are you worth 5,000 pounds? I don't think you're even worth 5,000 Hong Kong dollars. Stop loitering around here and go do your work."

Hong Zhennan's eyes were deep, and he waved his hand to dismiss the disciples.

From yesterday's contact to today's receiving money, the other party's actions made Hong Zhennan a little confused. The two sides were not related, yet he inexplicably gave such a large sum of money.

What was this person thinking?

Was it really the so-called love for National Arts?

He had a vague idea in his mind, but it flashed and disappeared. After thinking for a while, Hong Zhennan slowly got up, exchanged greetings with the masters, and everyone dispersed.

The banquet was held as scheduled, and Qi Shan sent a luxury car to pick up Hong Zhennan as he had promised.

How could Fat Lo possibly miss such a high-end occasion? He shamelessly followed the car and crashed the banquet all the way.

Hong Zhennan really needed him by his side as well. The two had been partners for so many years and were old friends, knowing each other's personalities and thoughts.

Fat Lo wanted to climb up, but the position of the top boss was already held by the British. To maintain the current situation, he had to get in touch with the higher-ups.

This was the sorrow of not having a backer. No matter how much you tossed and turned, you would be exploited by others, otherwise you would not be able to survive.

During the banquet, Qi Shan's actions never stopped. The police were in a state of anxiety. The senior police officers inside the police station had reached the point where they turned pale at the mention of theft. The lower-level officers patrolled day and night for several years, even sealing off the British settlements, but they could never prevent the bizarre cases from continuing to happen.

The foreigners were not fools either. They had created banks, so of course they knew how to transfer losses.

If it was just simple theft or robbery, it would not hurt them too much, at most it would just be anger.

But this thief was extremely resourceful. Even if you had put the money in a safe and locked it with several locks,

it could still disappear without a trace.

And after losing the money, the bank would confidently prove that you had taken your money out again.

This meant that all property losses would be added to your own head.

After working hard for decades, returning to square one was what the foreigners could not accept the most.

It was precisely because of this that the upper class had fallen into a state of panic. The Governor's Office had even issued a reward of up to 100,000 pounds, but unfortunately, it still had no effect.

With such frenzied actions, the mission amount rose like an inflating balloon.

On the night of the Hong Kong Governor's banquet, the mission target of two hundred million pounds was only short by a mere 500 pounds.

So Qi Shan stopped and went through a Western-style party with a group of foreign devils.

At the banquet, he indeed saw Hung Chun-nam and Fatty Wei dressed in suits and leather shoes, holding wine glasses and mingling among the crowd, talking to different people.

The upper class had been in a state of panic for a long time. During this special period, they also used this banquet to express their fears to each other, or two unlucky fellows gathered together to pour out their hearts and frantically curse the non-existent magical thief.

In this era, the white supremacist ideology of the big noses was still very popular. They usually looked down on people of other skin colors, sometimes even unwilling to approach them, let alone chat.

So, in order to help Hung Chun-nam, Qi Shan subtly used the ability of atomic recombination to create some agents similar to the effect of washing powder, mixed in the wine, to help the upper-class elites present.

As emotions rose, the drowsy people could no longer control themselves. They put their arms around each other's shoulders, shouting loudly and singing loudly, doing all sorts of crazy things.

Hung Chun-nam and Fatty Wei, who were specially taken care of by Qi Shan, took this opportunity to make extensive contacts with key figures. Even if the other party didn't remember them, they had to remember the other party, as this was all key information for bluffing.

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Nearly a week passed in a flash. Qi Shan traveled around every day, finding some famous old snacks to try and visiting ancient sites.

It must be said that there were still many good things in this era. For example, Cantonese cuisine and Cantonese opera were very different from later generations.

The southern region was originally a place of accumulation of Chinese culture. A large number of Jiangnan scholars who were well-read in poetry and books went down the river to avoid disasters.

Under the generations of reproduction and inheritance, the atmosphere of Chinese culture has been integrated into the bone marrow.

The British roamed around, always feeling out of place.

Without the precipitation of time and the support of the country, it was impossible for Eastern and Western cultures to merge.

So now, the feeling that Hong Kong Island gives Qi Shan even has a sense of the chaotic background of Gintama.

Of course, these were just trivial matters. In addition to traveling, Qi Shan also used drones to observe and collect information about the National Arts Society.

Since attending the banquet, the development of the National Arts Society has obviously accelerated.

Fatty Wei's face has been filled with uncontrollable smugness these days. Even the British took the initiative to talk to him.

Although Qi Shan didn't know how they were lying, it was certain that it had an effect.

Hung Chun-nam had already sent someone to inform Qi Shan about the boxing match.

Regardless of the friendship between the two, just looking at the 5,000 pounds and Qi Shan's noble status, Hung Chun-nam didn't dare to neglect him in the slightest.

A few more days passed, and the boxing match officially began.

The opening was very lively, with a sea of people. Most of them were disciples of various schools of martial arts, and a small number were people who bought tickets to enter.

Qi Shan sat below with Yip Chi-mei, watching the disciples of various schools on the boxing ring performing routines in a rigid manner, feeling quite novel.

He could see that although these masters were promoting national martial arts in name, in reality, very few of them had real skills.

Hung Chun-nam and Yip Man were already considered masters among masters.

Hung Chun-nam and Fatty Wei walked over and greeted Qi Shan warmly.

The two clasped their fists and didn't say much. Fatty Wei babbled excitedly.

"Mr. Qi, thanks to your invitation for us to attend the Governor's banquet, we obtained the signatures of many powerful figures. Although they were all in a drunken state, I guess even they don't remember it anymore, but using it as a bluff is still very useful for those greedy foreign devils.

You don't know, my immediate boss is as greedy as life. The boxing match is held many times a year, and every time he says he will share the spoils fairly, but every time he doesn't give us money.

Master Hung had long been忍无可忍, and wanted to fight him to the death.

The other day when I went to find him, the foreign devil was still fearless, but later when we took out the tiger skin, he immediately cowered and took out the money that afternoon. Although it was only this time, it was already a sign of surrender, don't you think?"

Qi Shan looked at Fatty Wei, who was so excited that he was gesturing, and smiled slightly in disapproval, turning his head to ask Hung Chun-nam: "Master Hung, this time it seems to be playing the card of a showdown against Western boxing?"

"That's right. Although there are many schools of national martial arts, and it looks good when they fight, it's ultimately our own people fighting our own people. Now everyone wants to see us beat foreign devils. Only by releasing the signboard of Western boxing can we attract people!"

Hung Chun-nam's thinking was very clear, and he was very confident in this boxing match.

It should be said that it was the most confident one ever. The money had been recovered, and the British had obviously softened.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that white people never lacked the spirit of seeking death.

Sure enough, before the words were finished, the warm-up program on the boxing ring was interrupted by a white boxer who suddenly jumped in.

The emcee hurriedly flattered: "Ladies and gentlemen, Boxing King Tornado is seriously watching Chinese martial arts. He is obviously very interested in martial arts. Today is destined to be a wonderful game!"

The boxer raised his chin slightly, clearly revealing a disdainful expression, and pushed a disciple away with his chest.

"Weak and powerless fists, this is also considered boxing? Come, hit me with a punch and try!"

This sudden change attracted the audience's attention.

Boxing was originally a violent fighting game, with fists hitting flesh and blood flying, which was the expectation of the dark side of the audience's hearts.

Seeing the boxing king so violent and provoking directly, many people excitedly whistled, and there was a commotion below.

Hung Chun-nam was furious and was about to get up and rush up, but Fatty Wei grabbed him.

"Don't be impulsive, let's see what happens!"

Qi Shan, however, gently hooked the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, no brains, but it's okay, just right to give you a big satellite!

Love Lock!

As the skill was released, the illusory chain instantly connected to the Hung Fist disciple on the boxing ring. His own consciousness was almost instantly pressed into his body, and replaced by a part of Qi Shan's consciousness.

Qi Shan, sitting under the stands, flicked his finger, and a substantial chakra instantly submerged into the Hung Fist disciple's body.

Energy burst out, and the body was instantly filled with chakra.

At this time, the boxing king shouted again: "Hit me, I told you to hit me, you coward!"

"Okay!"

Qi Shan replied, gently hooking the corner of his mouth, chakra gathered on the bones of his right hand, and then suddenly struck out.

There was a bang, and the tall boxer flew out, hitting the wall more than ten meters away, his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

The audience stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and the whole place was silent.