ragginovel Chapter 15 Global Live Broadcast of a Life-or-Death Battle? You dare disturb my afternoon nap!
Chapter 15 Global Live Broadcast of a Life-or-Death Battle? You dare disturb my afternoon nap!
Li Zhenguo practically fled from the courtyard house.
As he sat in the unassuming black sedan at the entrance of the alley, the icy air conditioning blowing on him made him realize that his back was already soaked in cold sweat.
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand; each beat was filled with the lingering fear of surviving a catastrophe.
"President, are you... alright? Your face is frighteningly pale." The young assistant in the driver's seat spoke with undisguised concern.
"fine……"
Li Zhenguo waved his hand, slumped back in his chair, and let out a long breath.
How could nothing be wrong?
He felt as if he had not visited a wise man, but rather witnessed a deity walking among mortals.
The powerful eldest daughter of the Fang family willingly became a maid who tended the flowers and plants here.
The downfall of a multinational corporation capable of triggering a global financial tsunami was nothing more than the "salary" she paid to her husband.
If any one of these things were leaked, it would be enough to drive the world crazy.
But in that quiet courtyard, the conversation was as casual as deciding whether to eat rice or noodles for lunch.
"Xiao Zhang," Li Zhenguo suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse yet extremely solemn.
"Everything you see and hear outside the compound today is classified as top-level 'god-level' secret."
"Forget about it, keep it buried inside, and don't tell anyone a single word, not even your family, understand?"
"Yes, Chairman! I understand!" Xiao Zhang felt a chill and straightened his back abruptly.
Although he did not enter the hospital, his chairman's appearance, as if his soul had been ripped out, said it all.
That seemingly ordinary courtyard house is a forbidden zone, a divine realm!
Li Zhenguo closed his eyes, but Fang Qingxue's calm yet chilling profile kept replaying in his mind.
He suddenly began to feel sorry for "War God Industries".
Of all people to offend, you had to provoke a deity who's too lazy to even open their eyes to the world.
Now look what's happened! The Fang family, this sleeping prehistoric behemoth, has opened its eyes because of your clamor.
This is no longer a question of whether or not someone lives.
Instead, they will be completely wiped off the face of the earth in some horrific way.
"Oh, right, President." As if remembering something, Xiao Zhang handed over a tablet computer, "Yesterday's video from the Eight Directions Martial Arts Academy has already gone viral on the dark web and some underground forums overseas."
Li Zhenguo opened his eyes and took the tablet.
On the screen, an extremely blurry video is playing.
The camera angle was unusual, like a surveillance video hidden in a corner.
In the scene, Lin Fan's figure is blurred into a white afterimage, strolling leisurely amidst the attack of dozens of burly men.
Finally, he raised his foot and, with the sole of his cloth-shoe-clad foot, casually met Kenno's whip kick, which was powerful enough to break a steel plate.
"Snap—!"
The crisp cracking sound sent chills down Li Zhenguo's spine, even through the screen.
"The problem isn't with the video." Xiao Zhang swiped the screen, revealing the densely packed comment section below.
Unlike the reverent pilgrimage sentiments within China, the overseas comment sections are filled with arrogance and prejudice.
"Is this what Chinese Kung Fu is? Is that big guy just acting? He deserves an Oscar!"
"I'd bet my grandma's pension that this is an official Chinese propaganda video! Trying to boast about their outdated fighting techniques with such shoddy special effects? It's laughable!"
"Unsteady gait, unstable stance—a typical show-off! Kenno is an elite warrior of 'War God Industries,' how could he be defeated by someone like this? He must have used underhanded tactics!"
"That's right! The Chinese are masters of poison! That young man in white must have used a poisoned needle to sneak up on Kenno's leg during the fight!"
Li Zhenguo was so angry that he trembled all over. He slammed his fist into the bulletproof glass of the car window, making a dull thud.
"A bunch of ignorant fools! They're practically wearing their ignorance on a plaque!"
They simply cannot fathom the master's transcendent realm; they can only maliciously speculate with their own shallow and pitiful understanding, and the conclusions they draw are naturally absurd.
"President, look at this pinned post." Xiao Zhang swiped the screen again, his face grim.
A post written in blood-red font, with an extremely arrogant title—
The "Black Bear" organization, under the "War God Industries," has issued a formal ultimatum for bloody battle to the "Lord of the Courtyard" in China!
The post was extremely arrogant.
They claimed that their warrior Kenno suffered a despicable sneak attack during a "friendly exchange," which they considered a trampling of martial honor.
In order to wash away the shame and to expose the "hoax" of Chinese Kung Fu to the world.
The "Black Bear" organization will send its most powerful killing weapon—the fighting king codenamed "Butcher"—to Beijing, China.
Engage in a fair, open, and globally broadcast life-or-death duel with that so-called "Lord of the Courtyard"!
Time: Three days later.
Location: Designated by Huaxia official.
At the end of the post, a video of "Butcher" in battle was attached.
It was a boxing ring that resembled an underground prison.
A bald giant, over two meters tall, whose muscles are not "like" granite but rather a bunch of knotted chunks of flesh and steel bars, is fighting an upright mutated giant bear.
The "butcher's" eyes held no human emotions, only the indifference of assessing the prey's weaknesses.
He was unarmed, and every punch and kick he threw produced a dull sonic boom.
Faced with the mutated giant bear's claws tearing through the air, he neither dodged nor avoided, but instead used his body to withstand the blows, letting his skin be cut open and bleeding. Then, with even more ferocious fists, he smashed deep, bloody craters into the giant bear's body.
He wasn't fighting; he was dismantling a life.
In the end, he snapped the mutated creature's neck in an extremely savage manner.
Hot blood splattered all over his hideous scarred face, but he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a murderous smile to the camera.
The video ends.
Li Zhenguo felt a chill run from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head.
This "butcher" is more than one dimension stronger than Kenno!
That's not a martial artist, that's a machine soaked in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, born for slaughter!
"They're using public opinion to put us in a very difficult position!" Li Zhenguo instantly saw through their scheme.
First, they used videos to smear him, provoking doubt and anger among the extraordinary people at the bottom of society.
Then, they sent out the "Butcher," a visually striking killing machine, to issue a global live-streamed challenge.
Refusing to fight is a sign of weakness, and Chinese martial arts will become a laughing stock in the world.
Facing such a monster, who dares to say they are certain of victory? If Mr. Lin loses... the consequences will be unimaginable!
"Return to headquarters immediately! Convene a top-level emergency meeting!" Li Zhenguo made a decisive decision. "Furthermore, use all available authority to contact Miss Fang Qingxue! Mr. Lin must be informed of this matter immediately!"
……
The courtyard remains as tranquil as ever.
Lin Fan lay on the rocking chair, closed his eyes to rest, and enjoyed the warmth of the afternoon sun.
Fang Qingxue was standing to the side, carefully trimming the scorched leaves of the rose with a small pair of silver scissors.
She already knew everything that was happening overseas through the Fang family's intelligence network.
Her face was cold.
In her eyes, the so-called "butcher" and the so-called global live broadcast are nothing more than a few flies buzzing around.
This kind of clown doesn't even deserve her personal attention.
However, if the buzzing of flies disturbs the gentleman's peace and quiet, then that would be a grave offense.
She wanted to speak several times, but seeing Lin Fan's leisurely expression, she swallowed her words.
If I disturb his afternoon nap over such trivial matters, he will be unhappy.
Or... should I deal with it myself?
For her, causing that "butcher" to die suddenly from a "heart attack" on his way to China would be easier than crushing an ant.
Just as she was pondering this, her private satellite phone rang.
It's Li Zhenguo.
Fang Qingxue walked to the corner of the courtyard wall and answered the phone.
"Miss Fang, you know about what happened, right?" Li Zhenguo's anxious voice came through.
"I understand," Fang Qingxue said calmly.
"So... what is Mr. Lin's attitude?"
"The gentleman was taking a nap, so I didn't disturb him."
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Li Zhenguo clearly understood this man's temperament. He took a deep breath, his tone almost pleading, "Miss Fang, this matter concerns the dignity and honor of the nation. Please... please persuade Mr. Lin to intervene! We will agree to any conditions!"
Fang Qingxue's delicate eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
She didn't want such a trivial matter to offend her husband's ears.
But Li Zhenguo's words also highlighted the seriousness of the matter.
She hesitated for a moment, glanced at the peaceful figure on the rocking chair, and finally made her decision.
"I understand, I will pass it on."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Qingxue took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and walked over to Lin Fan.
"gentlemen."
"Hmm?" Lin Fan lazily opened one eye.
"There are a few flies outside, making a bit of a racket." Fang Qingxue lowered her eyes and handed over her phone, on which was the blood-red challenge letter.
Lin Fan took it and glanced at it casually.
When he saw the words "global live broadcast," a ripple finally appeared in his lazy eyes.
After reading it, he threw the phone back into Fang Qingxue's arms, his face full of displeasure at being disturbed.
"This is never going to end," he smacked his lips and complained.
Fang Qingxue's heart tightened, thinking that the gentleman was going to refuse again.
But then Lin Fan suddenly sat up straight, stroked his chin, and a strange sense of amusement flashed in his eyes.
"Global live stream?"
he asks.
"Yes, sir."
"Alright." Lin Fan nodded, as if he had made a decision, "so that there won't be any more fearless people coming to die one after another."
He stood up, stretched, and his joints made a series of crisp popping sounds.
Then, in a tone as if instructing a servant to sweep the courtyard, he spoke to Fang Qingxue in a calm manner:
"Go tell them I'm not interested in choosing the location."
"In three days, in my yard."
"Sprinkle some water beforehand to prevent dust from flying around and dirtying my tea."