"Okay, then we'll bet 10 million US dollars. Don't regret it if you lose?" the white man laughed coldly, full of confidence.

"Hurry up, don't affect my meal." Su Weifeng said casually, his words full of contempt.

"Okay, just prepare the money." The white man snorted. At first he proposed the duel to regain his face. After all, he was completely defeated in money and was in a mess. But now his mind was completely focused on money and above the ten million US dollars.

The little blacks came forward to help them carry some seats away so that they could perform in the restaurant. Although this was a bit contrary to the rules of the island, the little blacks got benefits today, and it was a duel, not a fight. They had never heard of the bet of tens of millions of dollars. Although they didn't have anything to do, it was very exciting to be able to witness this moment.

The white man and Su Weifeng both came to the open space. The white man shook his neck, rubbed his wrists, jumped up on the spot, and did a warm-up move. Su Weifeng stood opposite and looked at the white man rolling his eyes. This man was too ingenious and delayed my meal. Su Weifeng thought to himself.

After a while, the white man moved, he had another set of empty boxing techniques. He fought in the open space, and he was straight, straight, straight, straight, straight... The white man's skillful boxing technique and his steps under his feet were flexible and steady, which immediately attracted a lot of cheers.

"This big brother is going to be miserable. This white man is a master. Is this a completely regular boxer? It's so bad to bully the little brother." Song Yuner shouted angrily, worried in her heart.

"Is it the eldest brother or the younger brother? How come this changes one after another?" Yuner's brother said with a smile.

"You have to care..." Song Yuner snorted, staring at the two people in the open space.

"This white boy is indeed very strong. Even if this Chinese boy knows martial arts, it is difficult to gain advantage. After all, the weight gap is too big, and it is not of the same level at all." Song Yuner's brother said seriously.

"Oh, didn't this Chinese boy give him money? I'd have known that I would have challenged him." said a fat white man.

"Dear, stop watching, it's bloody for a while, so why are you going to have dinner?" a girl said to her boyfriend.

"I bet for one minute, this Chinese boy will definitely lie down." A middle-aged man said with a smile.

"A minute, if he doesn't hide, he won't be able to hold on for ten seconds." Another man also said.

......

These tourists were talking about it, but they were not optimistic about Su Weifeng. Even Xiaohei from these restaurants was the same. Although they prefer Su Weifeng to win, this is also a favorable feeling brought by the US dollar. In fact, they still don’t believe that Su Weifeng will win.

After all, it is too disparity between the two of them standing together. Su Weifeng is about 1.75 meters tall, while this white man is absolutely 1.85 meters tall, even higher. Su Weifeng weighs about 140 yuan, while this man is nearly 200 pounds, which is absolutely incomparable. Whether it is weight or arm span, this man can crush Su Weifeng.

However, Su Weifeng's employees and girlfriends are not worried. They are now only worried about whether this white boy can afford to pay a bet of 10 million US dollars.

At this time, the white man finally finished warming up, shook his head and looked at Su Weifeng provocatively.

Su Weifeng hooked his fingers and looked at the white man impatiently. He had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing that Su Weifeng was so arrogant, the white man didn't pay any attention to him at all and was not angry, he became excited instead. Good boy, even if you know some skills, you can do warm-ups and ask me to take action first, then you won't have any chance. The white man is happy.

The white man was not polite, and he hit the front fist. The punch was very fast and rushed to Su Weifeng's head. Seeing that Su Weifeng could not dodge at all, some girls were already screaming, but anyone with discerning eyes knew that this jab was just a test, and the next straight punch or combination punch was a killer move. This kid's reaction speed could not be avoided at all.

The man who guessed for one minute couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. It seemed that he had really guessed wrongly. How could he hold on for one minute if he fought like this? It would probably be difficult for ten seconds.

Song Yuner clenched her hands tightly, and her nervous body trembled a little. She was so careful that she could no longer scream.

Pei Ye looked at the white man pitifully, and he knew that the white man was finished...

Just as everyone was guessing, Su Weifeng suddenly moved, his head moved slightly, as if he was moving his neck, so he easily avoided the white man's jab. Before the white man could react, he slapped his face and the white man was directly pulled out, flew out three or four meters away, and fell to the ground and fainted.

This is Su Weifeng who kept his hands. Otherwise, with Su Weifeng's current strength, unless he meets a warrior, or if he meets such an ordinary person, Su Weifeng is confident that he can kill him with a slap. This white man is obviously not a warrior, but just an ordinary person who has practiced boxing.

"Ah!" the Asian girl who was with the white man screamed, and she screamed in horror and rushed towards the white man.

Song Yuner's mouth was so wide that she forgot to close it. She was still worried about Su Weifeng just now, but the matter was developing too dramatic. She just slapped and the duel ended. She just saw the powerful boxer fainting in one mouth. Why did it seem like she was playing? Especially when she looked at Su Weifeng's calm and gentle appearance, it seemed that she was not fighting at all, and she killed a fly.

Song Yuner's brother was also swallowing his saliva. How did this kid do it? How heavy was his slap? It was able to knock a person out of nowhere. His worldview was a bit collapsed. This shouldn't be a real battle.

The other tourists were also stunned by this result, and they couldn't even believe their eyes. They seemed to have dazzled their eyes just now, and the duel ended. Some people already regretted why they didn't record it just now, but there were people who actually used their mobile phones to record it. They were so excited that they had the foresight.

Those who recorded the videos are already busy posting Facebook, accompanied by texts from Huaxia Kung Fu...

"Mr. Su, your video has been clicked more than 10,000 times." Xiaoling said with a smile. It turned out that just when the white man started to provoke, the photographer of Dream Film and Television secretly started recording the video. It was spread to various platforms as soon as the battle ended. Although it did not undergo post-production and looked a bit rough, it was even more realistic.
Chapter completed!