The Red Gang is not divided into generations, but they are all called brothers. Xu Zhuang is often called as elder brothers. Although he conforms to the rules of the Red Gang, Chen Wenqiang is a little confused. When it comes to the Gengzi year, according to his age, he has to suspect that these two people were from the Boxer Rebellion. Of course, through his exploration, he feels that Xu Zhuang is telling the truth.

When it comes to Qisha, Chen Wenqiang cannot answer easily. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said ambiguously: "Qiansha, although it is so hard to kill people, I think those who kill should kill evil people, should they be considered good men? You two want to be enemies with Qisha, I wonder who instructed them? Moreover, Qisha is not a person who is easy to mess with!"

"Haha." Master Xu Zhuang smiled slightly, looked at Chen Wenqiang, and said, "Does Xingyitang have nothing to do with Qisha? Even if it doesn't matter, what about the connection?"

"Don't you know that our mountain master, Mr. Jin San, was the first to touch Qisha's bad head?" Chen Wenqiang smiled innocently, "If we insist on saying that we have something to do with Qisha, then we can't afford to offend, can we always afford to hide?"

"No." Mr. He Zhuang shook his head and said, "On the surface, it seems like this, but after the rise of Qisha, Xingyitang has developed and expanded the fastest. If Qisha is the one who collects wallets and acts as a human being, then Xingyitang should be the only employer."

"Qi Sha is not short of money. Don't you know how much cigarettes and soil they have burned?" Chen Wenqiang still refused to admit it, "We Xingyitang cannot buy them."

Master He Zhuang sighed, looked at the thin man with an impatient expression, and looked at Chen Wenqiang and said, "Since Brother Chen doesn't admit it, how about we make a bet? If we lose, we will tell you who is our employer and all his plans for Xingyitang; if we win, we will still tell Brother Chen everything, just ask Brother Chen to tell Qisha a few words."

"Tell me a few words, this should be possible. How do you think you are gambled?" Chen Wenqiang asked with interest: "It sounds like it is very beneficial to us, and it doesn't matter if you lose."

"That's it, otherwise how could Brother Chen agree?" Master Xu Zhuang smiled sincerely and pointed at the thin man. "Actually, this bet is very simple. Just ask Brother Chen to show off his bare hands with me."

"Here?" Chen Wenqiang pointed his finger around, "Is the place not small?"

"Not small, it's totally enough." Xu Zhuangshi stood up and smiled, "Then Brother Chen agreed?"

Chen Wenqiang thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, the winner is almost the same anyway, so there is no need to fight to the death, right?"

"That's natural. Both sides don't carry weapons, so you must stop." Mr. Xu Zhuang made a gesture to his brother.

Xu Ai stood up and took off his coat. It was a short jacket with double-row buckles inside, with his arms exposed outside, and the ruler at his waist took off the long knife sheath. Then, he opened his hands and signaled Zhao Dayi to come forward to check.

Chen Wenqiang kept observing quietly and exploring. He saw the excitement on the short master, but did not notice the murderous intent. So, he smiled slightly, took off his coat, and handed it to Zhao Dayi with the pistol in his pocket. Then, he opened his hands and raised his eyebrows at the Xu Zhuang Master.

"I dare not, I dare not." Master Xu Zhuang smiled and waved his hand, "Brother Chen's reputation is absolutely trustworthy."

"Reputation? Do I have a reputation?" Chen Wenqiang laughed and blew, waved his hand to stop Zhao Dayi from fighting for him.

Although they couldn't see all their thoughts, Chen Wenqiang felt that he could see whether his attitude was sincere or whether he was dark.

"No need to be too big." Xu Ai Shi only pushed away a few tables, then stood at the stairs, looking at Chen Wenqiang.

A short and thin person must be flexible; a shorter legs and shorter hands should be more powerful in close combat. Although Chen Wenqiang is proud of being a master of close combat, he dare not take it lightly and decided to adopt a test tactic first.

The two sides slowly approached, Chen Wenqiang clenched his fists with his fists, one in front and one behind, and made a fighting posture. He relied on his height and length of his arms to launch the attack first, and his left hand flicked and hit the short master in the face.

Mr. Xu took a step back and waited for Chen Wenqiang to recover his fist and followed further, one small and one large, and the distance was closer to the counterattack range. The movement was indeed extremely fast and swayed up and down, hitting Chen Wenqiang's lower abdomen.

Chen Wenqiang indulged in blocking, punching and elbows, and hitting fast with fast. Although his opponent was already close, he was not afraid. He was familiar with this close combat and was confident that he was also strong. He swung his fist left, hooked his fist, hit his knee with his hand, and cut his hand with his hands... The angle of the fist elbow and knee collision was very narrow, which not only protected the body, making it difficult for the opponent to be too close, but also did not have fancy fist, and was very fast, which was really difficult to prevent.

The short master advanced and retreated left and right, pulled, blocked or dodged, but there was no confusion, and he fought back from time to time.

Strange! Chen Wenqiang found that when he was about to hit the short master, he felt slipping and shifting. Fortunately, he was small in movement and was not very strong, otherwise he would easily mess up his body and footwork.

Pingping, pongping, and fist elbows kept ringing. Chen Wenqiang was hit twice, and the short master also hit a elbow, and no one took advantage of it.

Chen Wenqiang made continuous moves, his arms stretched more open than before, forcing the short master to retreat. Then, he used his legs and feet for the first time, kicking forward, horizontal kicking, and forward kicking... and made it happen in one go, so that the short master could only resist while retreating, as if he was in a passive state.

Seeing that the short master retreated to the table and stool, it seemed that he was about to lose, but the short master suddenly leaped and stomped on the stool next to him, kicking Chen Wenqiang in the air. His ultimate move was heavy, with a whirring sound of wind.

Chen Wenqiang hurriedly took a step back, his legs bent, and he rose up, and a Muay Thai somersault kick. The legs collided in the air, and both of them lost their original posture. Chen Wenqiang took two steps back after landing, and the dwarf also snatched his side twice after landing.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Xu Zhuang clapped his hands and applauded, stepped forward and blocked between the two of them, and smiled: "No need to fight anymore. The two matched each other and tied the game. How about it?"

Chen Wenqiang didn't want to fight again, he had a feeling that he would lose if he continued to fight. But this was a gesture, not a life-and-death battle, and he didn't feel embarrassed if he lost.

Xu Aisha slowly showed his first smile after meeting today, and nodded at Chen Wenqiang, "If you want it, you have to have it."

This is Sichuan dialect. Chen Wenqiang smiled and bowed, "Thank you, Brother Xu, for keeping up. Brother Xu, knows that he is worth it and knows that he is inferior to Brother Xu."
Chapter completed!