Anyone who wants to travel to Ren City will say that there are three interesting places in Ren City.

One is to bring some money and go to the bathing street on the east side.

One is to bring self-defense items and go to the annual gathering in the west.

Another one is to take the whole family to a summer resort in the southern suburbs. There is a children's amusement park there with many recreational facilities, and all the children will like it.

But in the eyes of locals and people who know how to play, there is still a place.

It’s the ‘Boxing Hall’ in the eastern suburbs.

That’s Brother Qi’s territory there.

Brother Qi is also a figure in Ren City.

He knew people in the city and had some friendships with the big bosses in the city, and he was not too public outside the circle. As a result, no one repaired him in the past few years, which made him have some wealth in the past few years.

Got a group of brothers who can fight.

It’s also taking advantage of these friendships.

He even built up connections within the past two years, and with the help of some powerful people, he divided shares and dividends, and finally opened a boxing ring in a group of abandoned factories in the eastern suburbs.

This is his base camp and one of his main money-making projects.

And now.

Ten o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Dadong.

While Zhang Feng listened to Mr. Zhou talking about Brother Qi, he also looked at a group of factories outside the car window.

The place has arrived.

Got out of the car.

Zhang Feng reflected the moonlight and saw many cars in the large open space in front of him, including low, medium and high-end cars.

Among them, Mr. Zhou's car is a high-end one.

"Hello.."

The 'waiter' at the entrance of one of the factories, when he saw Mr. Zhou's luxury car, trotted over.

"Watch boxing." Mr. Zhou had been here once with a friend before, so he was familiar with it. When the waiter came to ask, he reported the place where he wanted to play today.

Because in addition to watching boxing, this place also has various entertainment projects such as playing cards and taking a bath.

Every factory contains a gold sales cave.

These were started by Brother Qi by finding people to build relationships with and invest in them, and some of the owners were not even Brother Qi.

In every factory, there are different big brothers in charge.

Or some cronies of big bosses and powerful people guard it.

Zhang Feng followed the waiter, passing by the old 'factories' whose outer walls were peeling off, listening to the shouts of games and various music coming from inside, and finally arrived in front of the fifth factory.

Inside is the boxing ring.

But people who come here often like to call it the ‘boxing hall’.

This sounds more upscale.

Also these days, most of the high-end places have the word hall.

Come to the gate.

Zhang Feng heard a roar like a release coming from across the door, from both men and women.

There was a cool breeze under my feet, coming out from the crack in the door, and there was also light coming out.

When the waiter came here, he knocked on the door and called in, "Two people."

Within a few seconds, a "clatter" sound was heard, and the people inside opened the door.

At the same time, some bright lights tore through the darkness in front of the door, cool air-conditioning hit my face, and the noise was clear.

Zhang Feng looked inside and saw nearly two hundred chairs placed around the hall, more than half of which were now filled.

Some of them were holding a small ticket in their hands, some were holding a bottle of beer, and some were looking at the ring in the middle and roaring.

At this time, there were two people on both sides of the ring, and a fight was probably about to begin.

Zhang Feng glanced at it, then looked around, and saw four air conditioners in the corners of the hall, blowing cold air.

In the aisle of the auditorium, there are several iron buckets, filled with ice cubes and ice water. The ice cubes are also mixed with a lot of drinks and beer.

There is an electric fan next to the big bucket, which blows the ice bucket and releases a stream of cool air, making the hall very cool.

"Please come in." The waiter came here, told the two people who opened the door, and walked back.

"Hello." The strong man standing in front of the door looked at Zhang Feng who was looking into the hall, then at Young Master Zhou who was looking at him, and finally said to Young Master Zhou,

"It costs 300 to enter the venue, and you can drink as much as you like. If you want to raise your bets, or want to compete..."

The strong man said, pointing to a small table behind the door, where several gang members were calculating accounts and recording numbers, "Look for them."

Mr. Zhou takes the money.

Zhang Feng walked directly into the hall.

There is no need to give in to Master Zhou for such a trivial matter such as this.

Besides, the competition is about to start, so we need to observe and see what level they are at.

Come to the seats on the south side and find a seat near the iron bucket.

Zhang Feng sat up and took out two bottles of wine from the iron bucket.

"You can come to this place often." Zhang Feng handed a bottle to Mr. Zhou who was sitting next to him. "Usually in a place like this, it should be free fighting, basically without any pretense."

"Uncle Zhang said that!" Mr. Zhou took it respectfully, tilted his head slightly, and pointed to the right side of the ring.

"That person is Brother Qi. When I came here with my friend, he told me. I can recognize him once, and it's also because Brother Qi is easy to recognize. He has a scar on his face. And I heard my friend say,

He always sits on the west side of the ring, toward the back."

"That's really easy to recognize." Zhang Feng opened the wine and looked around, seeing that Brother Qi was about thirty years old.

He was sitting on the back seat on the right side of the ring, with three strong men standing behind him.

One of the strong men smiled and nodded at the person under the ring.

Zhang Feng followed his gaze and saw the man under the ring, with his arms bare and rags tied to his legs. His whole body was covered with condensation of muscles, and there were some calluses on his knees, wrists and elbows.

"I'm inviting you to challenge our champion, Ban Meng..."

On the ring, a somewhat fat referee was introducing their champion, who was none other than this shirtless strong man.

And Ban Meng is not only the leader, but also one of Brother Qi's subordinates.

At the same time, as the referee introduced Ban Meng's deeds and achievements every time.

Although the audience around them were tired of hearing this, they still couldn't help but their blood boiled in their hearts and they burst into cheers!

Zhang Feng listened and roughly understood Ban Meng's deeds. He knew that he was from Thailand and had learned Muay Thai since he was a child. He came to the Central Plains ten years ago, visited a master, and learned Gu Zhuang Quan, which is also Ang Zhuang Quan.

fist.

As for the high fist.

Zhang Feng had some impressions, remembering that Aung Quan has a history of thousands of years in the Central Plains, among which elbow and knee attacks are the main ones, and the boxing techniques also include straight, pendulum and hook.

The kicking techniques are mostly forward kicks, side kicks, and low whips, and there is no high whip kick like Muay Thai.

Because this boxing method was used in ancient times, the legs were always used for balance, so it was impossible to whip high in the midst of a chaotic army.

Zhang Feng thought and looked at another opponent, Ban Meng's opponent.

He is a boxer about forty years old and has an ordinary appearance.

But his hands have thick calluses, and he probably practices some kind of hard qigong.

The referee didn't introduce him much.

After the two men entered the ring respectively, the referee looked at the boxer's hands carefully and announced the start of the game.

At the same time at the very beginning.

Ban Meng whipped his leg towards the boxer's waist!

With his usual kicking strength that can break two red bricks, if this kick were to hit the boxer, the boxer would probably be choked.

Although the boxer had never seen Ban Meng fight, he had heard from spectators around him that "Ban Meng can break a person's neck with a kick."

Then when the boxer saw Ban Meng's kick, he did not choose to take it hard. Instead, he ducked and leaned to Ban Meng's right side. At the same time, his palms came out of his sleeves and touched Ban Meng's crotch.

Ban Meng missed the attack and took two steps back to avoid it.
Chapter completed!