I Am King

Chapter 121: Recipe in Hand

After that, the two of them exchanged a few polite words, and Ah Qi was about to write down the recipe for barbecued pork rice, as well as the practice methods of qigong and iron shirt to Qin Feng.

However, Qin Feng only asked for the recipe of barbecued pork rice. As for the practice of qigong and iron shirt, he planned to learn directly from Ah Qi after defeating the big boss. It would be more convenient to practice by himself with the secret book than to be taught by a master step by step!

Qin Feng has already made an agreement with Wang Jiu to set up a plan to kill the big boss tomorrow.

As for the scheme set up by the two of them, it was actually very simple.

Wang Jiu asked his subordinates to take all the henchmen loyal to the big boss to Portland Street for fun, and then invite the big boss to the boxing gym in the name of Qin Feng to discuss business. At that time, Wang Jiu would be responsible for killing the remaining subordinates of the big boss, and Qin Feng would be responsible for leading people to kill the big boss.

This time, the matter is different from the last time he fought Wang Bao. Last time, Qin Feng seized the territory by picking up bargains, but this time he is ready to have a head-on fight with the big boss.

Of course, insurance has to be taken. The people under Wang Jianjun are the insurance prepared by Qin Feng. In case they cannot win, they will shoot the big boss with a gun. He doesn't believe that no matter how good the big boss's kung fu is, he can be better than the concentrated fire of bullets.

...............

It was already one o'clock in the morning when Qin Feng came out of Kowloon Walled City. Qin Feng directly asked Wei Jixiang to drive the car to the Blue Sky Nightclub.

"Wei Jixiang, take this 300,000 and divide it among yourself. This is the money you won tonight."

In the nightclub office, he sat in the boss chair and pointed at the money in front of him and said.

"Yes, Crazy Brother."

Originally Wei Jixiang wanted to say no, but he remembered what Qin Feng said in the city, so he didn't say anything more.

He simply walked up to Qin Feng, counted out three hundred thousand from the pile of money on the table, put it in a bag, and prepared to divide it up after he went out.

"Jianjun, take the 700,000 yuan back with you. 200,000 yuan is yours, and the rest will be assigned to you as I said before."

"Yes, boss."

After Wang Jianjun put the money away, there were only twenty stacks of money left on the table.

Qin Feng pointed to the remaining money and said;

"Feiquan, Shabiao, here are 200,000 yuan. Each of you takes 100,000 yuan. Tomorrow, each of you will bring 50 men to wait for us outside the city. After we go in, you will wait outside for two hours and then meet us at the boxing arena we went to today."

Sha Biao and Fei Quan had originally thought that there was nothing left for them to do and were both a little disappointed. How could they get promoted if they didn't do anything when they joined the gang?

Now that Qin Feng specifically asked them to do something, the two of them instantly became excited.

"Yes, Feng Ge" ... "Don't worry, Feng Ge, we will definitely get it done."

The two of them replied quickly.

"Well, go down and make arrangements! Come back tomorrow."

After everyone went out, Qin Feng took out another one million from the space.

He planned to do a ten-pull sequence. He had never seen the movie, so he had no idea how strong the big boss was. So he planned to see if he could draw some powerful skills to increase his strength before the battle.

However, just as he finished burning incense for the Second Master and was about to silently recite the numbers for the lottery, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Fuck, that bastard is knocking on the door at this time?"

Qin Feng, who was cursing, opened the door and saw Dabao standing at the door with a silly grin on his face and two stacks of Hong Kong dollars in his hand.

"Didn't I tell you to go back and come back tomorrow?"

Qin Feng looked at Dabao and said unhappily.

"Hehe..., big brother, this is the 20,000 yuan you gave me in the city. I'll take it after we divide the money."

After hearing what Dabao said, Qin Feng remembered that Dabao had no money when he placed the bet, so he helped him to place the bet with 20,000 yuan. At that time, he also said that he would return the principal to him after he won.

"Take this money! You don't have to give it to me. I have to work tomorrow. Consider it my advance settlement fee."

Looking at the money that Dabao handed to him, Qin Feng said casually.

He has already thought it through. When fighting against the big boss tomorrow, he will be the front row, Dabao will be the tank, Feng Yuxiu will be the assassin, Wang Jianjun will be the ATC, and as for the ten people under Wang Jianjun, they can be considered mages.

He wants to defeat the big boss, this big dragon.

After sending Dabao away, Qin Feng sat back down on his chair, went through the procedure again, and silently recited the lottery in his mind.

As the light on the turntable flickered, a series of reward names appeared before his eyes.

After seeing what was pulled out, Qin Feng was so excited that he almost kicked over the desk in front of him.

Of course, it’s not because what I drew was too crappy, but because it was too good and I was excited.

"Hahaha..., thank you for your care, Second Master. I wish you eternal glory and unification of the martial arts world!"

Forty M67 grenades.

Three AKs (1500 rounds of ammunition)

Intermediate Sword Skills Multiplied by Two

Martial Arts (Thunder Palm)

One bottle of Quick-acting Heart-saving Pills (concentrated version)

Apart from the quick-acting heart-saving pills, they didn't seem to be of any use. The rest, whether AK or grenades, were all good things, especially the grenades. He planned to give one to each of Wang Jianjun's men tomorrow.

When he first saw the grenades, he was prepared to carry three per person. However, considering that the houses in the walled city were all dangerous and they might be blown down, Qin Feng decided to carry fewer!

I have to remind them to avoid it if possible, otherwise the big dragon will be pushed.

But they were all buried in the walled city, buried with the big boss.

"Receive rewards from the system", he repeated it silently in his mind, and just like before, countless memories of practicing sword and palm techniques appeared in his mind. His sword technique was okay, as he already had an intermediate sword technique as a foundation. Now, after receiving two intermediate sword techniques, it was a natural upgrade to the advanced level.

It's mainly palm techniques. This is the first time that Qin Feng has won a specific martial art in the lottery. In the memory Qin Feng received, the characteristics of (Thunder Palm) are that the palm technique is swift and powerful, and the practitioner needs to have deep internal strength and superb palm technique skills.

"Damn, it actually needs to be used in conjunction with internal energy to unleash the power of the Thunder Palm."

After receiving the memory, Qin Feng could master the various routines, footwork, and luck techniques of the Thunder Palm without any practice.

But, he doesn’t have any internal skills!

There is no method of practicing internal energy in my memory.

The more Qin Feng thought about it, the angrier he got, and the angrier he got, the less he could control his hands.

With a "snap", the solid wooden desk in front of Qin Feng broke into two pieces.

"Brother Feng, are you okay in there?"

The young man guarding the door heard the loud noise coming from inside and shouted hurriedly.

"It's okay, I'm practicing boxing."

After hearing Qin Feng's words, the younger brother said to the other younger brother who was guarding the door;

"Crazy Brother is Crazy Brother! He's still practicing boxing so late at night."

"Yes, we should go to the boxing gym to practice more when we have nothing to do. When we are better, we may be able to make a name for ourselves."

Another younger brother replied with emotion.

"Fuck, it turns out that one can unleash the power of the Thunder Palm without using internal energy?"

Qin Feng looked at the broken table and said to himself.

He had wanted to overturn the table to vent his anger, but when he did it, he naturally used the power-generating technique of the Thunder Palm.

Unexpectedly, when his palm touched the table, the table, which should have been overturned, actually broke into two pieces in the middle.

"Could it be that the reason why the Thunder Palm requires the support of internal force is because the person's own strength is not enough? I have great strength, so it doesn't matter whether I have internal force or not. The so-called martial arts may be a high-level method of using strength."

Thinking of this, Qin Feng prepared to find something else to try out his idea.

But after a quick look around the office, he gave up the idea.

They are all my fucking stuff. If I break them I'll have to spend money to buy new ones. I might as well find Feng Yuxiu for a fight tomorrow, then I'll know everything.