He overestimated the opponent's strength. Ding Xiuben thought he was a boxing champion after all, and his physical fitness and reaction awareness should be good.
Unexpectedly, this Hanpi stood still and beat him.
It’s all Yu Hai’s fault, saying that there are 10,000 moves in three moves, 20,000 moves, and 30,000 moves in one move.
Now, something happened.
After jumping off the stage in one step, Ding Xiu came to the foreigner and knelt on the ground and said, "Brother, hold on, please don't die."
He pinched the human middle school again, checked the pulse, and lay on his chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat.
Ding Xiu breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he had fainted.
But he breathed a sigh of relief. The reporters around him did not dare to let go. The camera in his hand kept snapping, and the flash was so hard that people couldn't open their eyes.
There are also various exaggerated words.
"Fuck, the foreigner was beaten to death by one move, Brother Run is so cool."
"Who said that Chuanwu cannot fight? What was the name of this move just now?"
"Don't take a photo, call an ambulance."
"Ding Xiu, can you interview me? What kind of kung fu are you practicing?"
"That boy, don't talk nonsense. I didn't beat anyone to death, I just fainted, broke a few ribs, and I could get off the ground after a month or two."
"Isn't that just broken?"
"What, you're disabled?"
Outside the venue, Jia Ling had given up and squeezed in, but when he heard someone say that he was beaten to death, he didn't care too much and could only rush in with his teeth.
"The one who died is my artist."
"What kind of reporter certificate? Your relatives are not dead, right?"
When he arrived in the venue, there was another crowd of people surrounding him. Jia Ling finally opened the crowd and finally saw the foreigner lying on the ground.
There is also Ding Xiu next to the foreigner.
"Brother Xiu, are you okay?"
"It's okay." In response to Jia Ling, Ding Xiu said to Yu Hai: "A few ribs are broken, find someone to maintain order, don't touch him first."
"I have a ribbon-cutting event next door. Let's go first and come to find you later."
Why do you come back after all the people are beaten? Of course, you are taking the money.
If Yu Hai cheated him, he would work with this martial arts hall.
"Sorry, let me go."
"Borrow it."
"I have something else."
Ding Xiu looked not strong, but he was extremely powerful. The reporter blocked in front was pushed by his arms and separated like a tide.
Jia Ling followed him, and the two of them left the venue together, took their suitcases and headed straight for the opening hotel not far away.
These reporters are not vegetarians, so how could they let go of such good materials? A large number of people followed Ding Xiu's butt.
The crowded venue was instantly deserted. If it weren't for the foreigner lying on the ground, he would have thought he was dreaming.
"Master Yu, where is this young man sacred?"
Several local martial arts masters were so shocked that they were only speaking now.
Ding Xiu was too fierce and knocked the Sanda boxing champion over with one move, knocked him to death on the spot, and broke several ribs.
"The surname is Ding, his name is Xiu, and his nickname is Run Ge in the entertainment industry. As you can see, he practiced Baji."
In one sentence, Yu Hai finished introducing Ding Xiu.
Everyone also recorded Ding Xiu's characteristics, Bajiquan, Brother Run!
I made up my mind to not compete with this person even if I beat him to death.
At the ribbon cutting site, the hotel boss had arrived, and the staff and management were sitting below, as well as the people who were invited to serve as the people.
Seeing that the auspicious time was coming, the ribbon-cutting guest Ding Xiu didn't come.
Suddenly, a commotion came from behind. When he turned his head and saw Ding Xiu running in front with his suitcase, Jia Ling followed behind and stretched out his tongue to breathe.
A large number of reporters were carrying long spears and short cannons behind the two.
The status of the identity is clear at a glance.
"Sorry, I'm not late?"
"It's not too late, it's just right. Is Mr. Ding a traffic jam?"
Being able to be chased by reporters all the way here shows how popular Ding Xiu is, and this time it was not in vain.
"No, there's a fight next door, I'm going to watch the fun."
The hotel manager then noticed that the practice clothes Ding Xiu was wearing, and it didn't look like he was watching the fun, but it looked a bit like the protagonist.
Later, a group of reporters have already caught up.
It's just blocked by the hotel's security.
"Brother Run, what do you think of Sanda fighting?"
"Mr. Ding, do you have any idea to challenge other boxing champions next?"
"One move to KO Sanda boxing champion, how are you feeling at this moment?"
It was chattering, everyone was asking questions, but Ding Xiu couldn't answer and was too lazy to answer. He had some serious business here, and the hotel organizer was busy asking him to cut the ribbon.
What's more, most of the questions raised by reporters are pitfalls, and if you don't answer well, you will be taken out of context and published.
Qin Gang told him that he should not talk nonsense in public places, and that the media reporters who submitted the outline should not pay attention to it without making an appointment in advance.
The hotel manager is a personal genius. After seeing this scene, he smiled:
"Dear reporters, please don't worry. Mr. Ding is working. Everyone needs to interview for a while before talking. Let's sit down first, drink some water and eat some fruit. Don't be idle at the machine, just set it up."
Nympho
According to the original plan, Ding Xiu cut the ribbon for the hotel, stayed here for one night, and then went to Huang Bo for a meal tomorrow.
Because of the reporter's disruption, he didn't really want to stay.
After the ribbon cutting, he entered the hotel and then left the back door with Jia Ling. The two of them came to Yuhai’s martial arts exchange center to change their clothes.
Over there, the reporters gradually dispersed until they could wait. They went home to write articles one by one, preparing to have a big wave of big things to win tomorrow's headlines.
At the Martial Arts Exchange Center, the foreigner has been carried away by an ambulance.
After Ding Xiu changed back to his original clothes, his eyes were motionless at Yu Hai.
"Master Yu?"
"Um?"
"Have you forgotten something?"
"I understand." Yu Hai suddenly realized and frowned: "The foreigner is in the hospital, this bonus may be late..."
"It is said that since ancient times, Yan and Zhao have been generous and tragic. I think your martial arts style is also good. I have longed for it for a long time. It just so happened that it was okay these days. I plan to communicate with local martial arts centers and come one by one!"
"By the way, call those reporters, there are so many people, it's lively."
"It's impossible to be late." After Ding Xiu finished speaking, Yu Hai said righteously: "Foreigners' 50,000 bonus, plus Chuanwu's reward of 50,000, and I also have a private reward of 30,000, a total of 130,000. Now
Pay you in advance.”
"Master Yu, thank you." Ding Xiu's eyes narrowed down with his hands.
"Where are there, come and sit there when you have time in the future."
"It must be sure. Next time there will be a foreigner who will play a kiosk. Even if you call me, you are all Chinese, and you have to win glory for China."
"I, Ding, take the lead and devote all my life to the death!"
Yu Hai's mouth twitched straight.
If he didn't give money, Ding Xiu would probably not even beat him, but he would be the one who died.
But it was nothing to pay in advance. He just needed those people to ask for it. Chuanwu agreed that 50,000 yuan would be the one who would not be able to pay the debt.
Foreigners' place is simpler. If you dare not give money, he will bring Ding Xiu to the door tomorrow.
Hide in snow for ten years, take off from the ordinary road