"Hehe, I don't know how much brother will be to take to bet later?" asked the man in glasses.

"What should I take a lot of money?"

"Fist competition! There is a highlight tonight. Brother, please follow me and I will make a fortune." At the beginning, Lin Zifeng noticed something wrong with this guy, but he didn't expect that he would all cheat people and his ancestors.

"What should I do?" Lin Zifeng pulled out a cigarette and looked at the man in glasses with a smile.

"Well, then that's it. I think the little brother is a good person. Even if you help you today, you will give me 2,000 yuan later. I will go to you to pay the dividends. When the dividends are distributed, if you still remember my goodness, just give me some money to pack cigarettes."

"Money is a small problem. The key is that I need to know whether you can guarantee that I will win money?" The reason why Lin Zifeng asked this is actually very reasonable. Who will do the things that are not rewarded?

"Uh, this, this is fine." Glasses were stunned for a moment, then agreed immediately, then patted Lin Zifeng on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Brother, you watch and play first. It's not too late for you to give money later in the finale."

Lin Zifeng just nodded and ignored him.

Looking at the crowds around, Lin Zifeng also found an empty seat and sat down. Then a young model wearing only three-point style handed him a drink with a goblet and asked in fluent English: "What do you need to order?"

Lin Zifeng just glanced slightly, and did not look at her twice because of her exposed clothes. He picked up a cup of Markine and raised the glass to the young model. He threw five hundred yuan to her and continued to watch the wonderful performance in the arena.

When the two warriors fighting to the highest point, the whole scene was completely boiling. A powerful and powerful man in the field, under a fierce elbow, the opponent did not dodge and was directly hit by a fierce elbow, and blood was squirting wildly. The expression on his face was particularly ferocious, and the blood covered the entire face.

It seemed that he couldn't bear with his opponent, but as the crowd onlookers on the second floor shouted, the strong man seemed to hesitate.

"Beat him to death! Beat him to death! Beat him to death!..."

The audiences on the second and third floors cheered together, and thousands of people called on the strong man to beat him to death. The scene suddenly became a little out of control, especially those who held tickets in their hands, stared at them and wanted the strong man to beat him to death. Only in this way can they win and get money.

The strong man is a Chinese, and his opponent who was knocked to the ground was covered in blood. He was a American boxer, but his whole face was beaten like a steamed bun, and his face was covered in blood, and no one could recognize him.

The strong man was gasping for breath, lowered his head and was unwilling to do anything bad. Today is his son's birthday. Because the family conditions were so poor, he could not find a good job from the countryside to the city, so the man came here to try it out. He just wanted to buy a new set of clothes for his son and a box of cakes he had been looking forward to since childhood. Now he has almost gained the upper hand. The strong man seemed to be reluctant to take action. Although there was no need to consider the consequences when he killed someone in a boxing ring like this, the premise was that when you left here, who could help you?

"Why are you still stunned? Kill him! I'll wipe your damn. Get it done!" The excited audience in the stands were suddenly excited. They invested thousands of dollars today, not only to watch an exciting boxing match, but also to win some money.

"Yes! Fight quickly! I spent so much money to bet you to win. Don't be fooled by you, kid." Another woman dressed in a very beautiful manner was applying lipstick while shouting with everyone.

The strong man seemed to have ignored these unskilled guys, but glanced at the other exterior wall in the audience.

I saw a young boy, holding the lollipop bought by his father in the afternoon, looking nervously at his father, who was covered in blood in the arena. Although he was not young, his pink and tender face had long turned red due to nervousness. He was wearing the mini suit he bought for him today and muttering: "Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, don't hit him. Let's go home." The corners of the boy's eyes were a little wet, but he was helpless, so he could only watch his father stayed in the arena.

The man held his fist tightly and gritted his teeth, which was obviously very painful. The person in charge here originally told him that he was just playing around, but he could see the current situation. If he didn't beat his opponent to death, then his consequences would definitely be extremely miserable today. But if he beat his opponent to death, how could his conscience be able to survive? And if he killed someone, he would panic in his heart. He didn't want his son to see the hatred of killing people with his own hands.

But at the moment when the strong man was stunned, the American man who was originally knocked to the ground by the strong man suddenly rose up!

He pushed his strong shoulders directly under the man's armpit and pressed him hard on his chin.

"Uh!"

"Bang!" The man was suddenly pushed away and instantly got pushed away, and his entire chin was pushed away and blood was flowing.

He fell to the ground hard, as if the Americans refused to let it go, and pushed the strong man down, jumped and rode on the strong man's body, and then punched the man hard on the head with a scattered punch.

Slap sex!

After several waves, the man's nose bone made a crisp sound under the fist, and blood covered his entire face. The man gritted his teeth and hugged his head tightly, preventing him from being fatally injured. However, the Mikians took a strong move, and the angle and strength of the sneak attack were particularly strong. Under the overwhelming strong attack, he directly pressed the strong man to the ground without the power to return.

The sudden scene was beyond the expectations of everyone in the audience. Some viewers with gambling tickets were beginning to be unhappy, and they all started to smash the gambling tickets in their hands on the Americans. Some even smiled happily. They just thought that the opponent they bought would lose, but they didn't expect that there was a big turnaround now, which made everyone very excited.

"Beat him to death! Beat him to death! Beat him to death! Beat him hard! I'll give you Piaohong later!" The scene began to chaotic again, and the players on both sides betted were scolding each other.

In the luxurious audience on the third floor, Joben was staring at what was happening below with a proud look on his face, and smiled gloomyly at an old man beside him, "How is it? Mr. Li thinks this game is interesting enough?"

The old man's surname is Li, one of the giants and wealthy merchants in Yanjing. This time he came here specially from Yanjing to see what Joe Buen said about the boxing match.

The old man held the cigar in his hand and slowly roasted it with the fire. Finally, he said casually: "Mr. Qiao asked me to come here, isn't it just to watch such a little juggling?"
Chapter completed!