"Papa!"
A girl's childish voice suddenly sounded in his ear. Mo Fan had just woken up. Before he could react, a pair of tender hands reached out and pushed, "Papa, I'm hungry... I want to eat fried chicken, the kind that needs to be fried."
Huh?
Mo Fan was stunned. He raised his head and saw a four or five-year-old girl standing in front of him.
The little girl was as pretty as a porcelain doll. She had big eyes, long eyelashes, and a chubby face. She was wearing a green one-piece dress with two sky-high braids. She was very cute with her movements.
"Is this child afraid of hunger and confusion? Why does he call me dad so casually?"
Mo Fan frowned. Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden creak. The door was pushed open and two figures walked in. "I say, the number of people here is too small. Don't tell me that you've retreated in the face of danger and are hiding in the toilet and don't dare to come out?"
"Young Master Ze is the boxing champion of the foreign boxing circle. You, Mo Fan, are just a young master who has been kicked out of the family. If you admit defeat, just say it!"
"That's enough. Don't waste any more time. Get out of here. The audience outside can't wait any longer. Be a better sandbag. Do you understand?"
...
Upon hearing the voice, Mo Fan frowned slightly. The voice sounded familiar to him, and he subconsciously raised his head. When he saw the two of them, his face was filled with astonishment and disbelief.
"Aren't these two guys my men who guarded me at the entrance of the toilet during the fight between Tai Rui Qi accompanying factory and Zhong Taize in 13 years?"
"Why are they here?"
As soon as he thought of this, Mo Fan felt a burst of pain in his brain, and his messy memories flooded over like a tide.
Moments later, when the pain subsided, other than a portion of his memories being blocked by the 'Foundation Technique', the rest of his memories had been reorganized. The confusion on his face had also turned into an uncontrollable ecstasy at this moment!
"I actually came back?"
"I wasn't devoured by the vortex of the spinning wheel. Instead, I was brought back to the earth six thousand years ago by the purgatory?"
...
Mo Fan was the eldest son of the Mo family, one of the four major families in the Outer River City. His father, Mo Zhentian, was a popular candidate for the next head of the family. However, when his grandfather was about to announce his succession, his father suddenly had a car accident and the couple died on the spot. The position of the head of the family naturally fell on the Second Uncle, Mo Zhennan.
Later, Mo Fan felt that there was something strange about the car accident, so he had been secretly investigating. Finally, he found that the driver's identity was suspicious. When he was about to investigate to the end, the driver, along with his family, mysteriously disappeared.
Mo Fan, on the other hand, had been thrown out of the house because of the so-called immoral behavior of his Second Uncle after he was thrown into prison for five years after being drunk and raped by his family's reputation.
However, he had never forgotten the idea of investigating the truth of his parents' death. He went around to inquire and investigate. Just as he was about to find out the truth, an accident happened again!
It was the Tai Rui Qi factory incident!
He was penniless. In order to maintain the investigation with enough money, he pretended to punch. It was agreed that he would only be trained as a sandbag. At most, he would have some superficial injuries. He would get better after resting for a few months, and he would also get a lot of money.
But he didn't expect that the other party would beat him to death. After three rounds, he fell unconscious. On the way to the hospital, he only had one breath left. He thought he would die, but a bolt of lightning suddenly came and took him to the Cultivation World.
Relying on his peerless talent, he started from being humble and cultivated all the way up. After two thousand years, he reached the Earth Realm. In four thousand years, he reached the Heaven Realm. In six thousand years, his cultivation reached the Emperor Realm. He was known as the 'Fighting Immortal Emperor'!
When he came to the Immortal Treading Platform and used it as a weapon, he joined the reincarnation wheel and planned to ascend to the Holy World—
However, because of the obsession in his heart and the instability of his mind, his body was instantly destroyed by the vortex, and his Divine Soul was constantly deformed under the pressure. He thought that he would die, but he didn't expect that he would be reborn back to Earth!
"Ah, when I was reborn, although I had a chance to find out the truth of my parents' car accident, but... the two elders have died in the netherworld, and I am still separated from them by Yin and Yang..."
It was hard to hide the loneliness in Mo Fan's eyes.
When he learned that his parents had died in a car accident, he suddenly realized that he had been immersed in money and paper. However, his son wanted to raise him, but his relatives were not around. He had scolded and scolded himself countless times. Why did he have to talk back to them before? Why did he not listen to their instructions? Why did he not accompany them? Even if it was just talking or taking a walk.
...
"Mo Fan, are you leaving or not? If you don't leave now, don't blame me and my brother." The skinny monkey on the left scolded, rolled up his sleeves, and pretended to move. In an instant, he pulled the melancholy Mo Fan back to reality.
"Let's go. We can make money just by being a sandbag. Where can we find such a good thing?"
Mo Fan stood up, but the little girl next to him grabbed his sleeve and kept shouting, "Papa, I'm hungry. I want to eat chicken!"
Mo Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that this child was so hungry that he couldn't even figure out his parents. Looking at her pitiful eyes, he couldn't bear to hurt her. He touched her little head and comforted her, "Well, when Dad is done with his business, I will take you to eat chicken."
"I'm going to take a shot!"
"Well, okay, I'll give it to you."
...
"Taize!"
"Taize!"
"Taize!"
When they arrived at the front desk, there were hundreds of spectators sitting around the large reception hall. The crowd was high-pitched and the voices were loud. They were shouting and roaring desperately.
The Taize they were talking about was the muscular man standing on the arena. He was the eldest son of the Zhong family, Zhong Taize, one of the four clans.
He was 1.8 meters tall and had bulging muscles all over his body. He looked at Mo Fan, who was walking toward him, with a look of contempt, and said with a sneer, "Mo Fan, do you still think that you used to be a high and mighty young master? Do you think anyone will spoil you? You went to the toilet for half an hour. Do you still care about me? You should know that your mission tonight is to be my sandbag and let me train you!"
As soon as Zhong Taize's words came out, the younger brothers around him also began to say,
"This guy is a villain. He often thinks too much. I'm afraid he went to the toilet to kill him."
"Can you still make it out? I'm afraid that even in prison, there's no distinction between men and women."
"Hahaha!"
...
In the face of everyone's cold words, Mo Fan was indifferent. A young man came from behind him and whispered, "Young Master Mo, we are here for money, not gambling tonight. Although their words are a little harsh, as long as we complete the task, there will be a lot of fighting fees. Don't think too much about it."
"It doesn't matter. A few words won't cost you anything." Mo Fan smiled, patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Dacheng, it's all thanks to you tonight. If it weren't for you helping me arrange this Challenge Tournament, I wouldn't even have a chance to make money. It's good to be a sandbag and make money."
"I don't dare, I don't dare. Young Master Mo, you used to be so kind to me, and I don't have any other skills, so I can only help you here."
Then, Mo Fan asked Dacheng to take care of the little girl. He jumped onto the ring, put on his gloves and teeth, and faced Zhong Taize face to face.
The referee in a suit and leather shoes walked to the center of the ring. After speaking for a while with the microphone in his hand, he waved his arm and was ready to fall at any time.
All of a sudden, the audience raised their arms and shouted. All kinds of roars and shouts reached the climax in an instant!
Zhong Taize jumped back and forth and made a gesture of exchanging blows. An evil smile flitted across the corners of his eyes.
Under the stage, Dacheng and Zhong Taize looked at each other and nodded tacitly.
The little girl touched her dry belly, pouted, and kept shouting, "Papa, I'm hungry." "Papa, I want to eat chicken."
As for Mo Fan, after glancing at the two of them, he smiled.
"For Zhong Taize and Dacheng, winning or losing the Challenge Tournament tonight is not important. What matters is my life."
"However, tonight's odds are one to one hundred. If I win, it will be a big loss. The peripheral bet will be much richer than the final bet."
"Didn't you want to use me as a sandbag to train? Then let's see if you, a mortal, are more powerful, or I, a Dou Zhan Immortal Emperor, am more powerful!"
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