"It turns out he is practicing boxing here." Wen Fei said to himself. Yu Bin sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, his hands folded in front of his chest, a band-aid on his face, and a
Black-rimmed glasses that were even bigger than before. He was awakened by Wen Fei's voice, opened his eyes, turned around and asked, "What did you just say?"
"I have something to do, so I'll get off here first. Drive away and leave me alone." After saying that, Wen Fei parked the car on the side of the road, then took off his seat belt, opened the door, and walked out. Yu Bin
Not knowing why, he also got off the passenger seat and watched Wen Fei walk into a place with a sign on the door that read "Binzhou Longwei Boxing Gym". He shook his head and opened the driver's door.
, sat in.
This boxing gym doesn't look big from the outside, but it's very spacious inside. As soon as Wen Fei walked in, he was stopped by a security guard, "Sir, please show your membership card." "I'm here to see Director Lu Minglu." Wen Fei said.
Fei didn't stop and walked straight in. When the security guard heard that he was looking for Lu Ming, he didn't chase after him to stop him. He took one look and walked away.
The training equipment here is very complete, and there are not many people. But they are all training attentively. There are a few coaches who look like giving instructions, occasionally gesturing and scolding loudly. Wen Fei searches for Lu Ming's figure.
I saw a figure in the training field behind who looked like Lu Ming, so I strode over.
No one here paid attention to Wen Fei, and no one paid attention to a person who came in from outside. Wen Fei walked straight over, and there was a "bang bang" sound everywhere in the boxing gym. Lu Ming was in front of a sandbag, struggling with
He hit the sandbag quickly with both fists. He was sweating profusely and his body was steaming. He was wearing a red T-shirt on the upper body that was soaked with sweat, and a pair of white sports trousers on the lower body. On his feet,
A pair of sports shoes.
"Director Lu, I didn't expect you to be so energetic. It seems like you have nowhere to use your strength." Wen Fei stood behind him and said. Lu Ming stopped and turned around. When he saw the person, his eyes revealed a hint of surprise, but it was very strange.
He soon recovered. "You're really good. Since you know how to come here to find me, you can't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. If you have anything to do, tell me straight away." Lu Ming was slightly out of breath, his chest was rising and falling a little, and his hands were
It was wrapped with white cloth strips, which were somewhat torn.
"I can't look for you if I have nothing to do. I was passing by here and saw your car outside, so I stopped by to take a look." Wen Fei approached the sandbag and punched it hard. The hanging sandbag was pushed backwards by the force.
It flew straight over, and when it reached its maximum arc, it swung back like a swing.
"I forgot that you are the 'God of War' in the boxing ring. Since we have nothing to do, let's play together. Are you interested in playing a friendly match with me?" Lu Ming stretched out his hand to hold down the sandbag and refused to let go.
It shook, and there was clearly a hint of provocation in its words.
"I haven't boxed for a long time, so I can stretch my hands and feet." Wen Fei said with a smile, but when he saw that he was wearing a suit, he frowned and said, "How can I fight in these clothes?
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"Don't worry, I still have a set of sportswear in the locker room. Come on, I'll take you to change." After saying that, Lu Ming walked towards the back. Wen Fei lowered his head and followed.
Arriving at the locker room, Lu Ming opened a cabinet, took out a towel and wiped his face, then took out a set of sportswear and said, "Just make do with it. What size shoes do you wear for your feet?"
"Lu Ming reached into the cabinet and bent over, flipping his hands up and down to look for sneakers.
"I wear size 41 shoes." Wen Fei took the sportswear and took off his suit and shirt, leaving only a white T-shirt on his upper body. "It just so happens that I also wear size 41.
Shoes." A pair of sneakers were thrown at Wen Fei's feet. Although they were quite dirty, they looked like they were new. Then Lu Ming put the towel in the cabinet and walked out. After Wen Fei got dressed, he followed suit.
out.
Arriving at the boxing ring again, Wen Fei saw that Lu Ming was already doing warm-up exercises on the ring, with many people surrounding him. Lu Ming was wearing a pair of red gloves and raised his right hand towards Wen Fei.
He waved. Everyone next to him looked at Wen Fei.
Wen Fei walked quickly onto the ring. When he passed by the people watching, he could clearly hear them whispering to each other, "This is the champion in the underground boxing ring, the young man known as the 'God of War'." "Yes."
Ah, it looks like this kid is not that big. Is he that powerful?" "Director Lu was the champion of the last provincial Sanda competition held by the police station!" "This competition must be very interesting. I don't know who will win.
Even more powerful."
These words reached Wen Fei's ears, which further stimulated his fighting spirit. The feeling of standing in the boxing ring was different. Wen Fei seemed to have returned to the feeling of fighting on the ring at that time, and he actually felt a little excited in his heart.
A man who looked like a coach came over and gave Wen Fei a pair of dental braces and a pair of boxing gloves.
At this time, people in the boxing gym gathered around one after another, and the security guards outside were also standing at the door of the boxing gym, looking at the two people on the ring from a distance. The atmosphere was cold just now because of the friendly match between the two champions.
, and became enthusiastic. Someone shouted from below, "Director Lu will win!", and then many people cheered together.
"I suffered a lot in this friendly match. This is your home court." Wen Fei said with a smile. "Do you want me to give you a few punches? Martial God!" Lu Ming teased, and when he called Martial God, he deliberately emphasized his tone. Yes.
A man who looked like a referee came over, called the two of them together, checked their equipment, briefly introduced the rules, then blew the whistle for the game and quickly stepped aside.
The onlookers clapped their hands enthusiastically, and more people shouted Lu Ming's name, and some shouted: Iron-handed detective, powerful in the ring! Wen Fei stood on the ring, looking at Lu Ming with a smile. Lu
Ming Ze had a serious look on his face, as if facing a formidable enemy, he took a stance, his sharp eyes filled with murderous intent.
Wen Fei stood calmly and calmly in the middle of the ring, with the aura of "Taishan collapsed but his expression remained unchanged". Lu Ming sneered in his heart, a little annoyed, thinking that this kid's attitude clearly showed that he was a kid.
Look at him, the king of Sanda in the province's police circles. Lu Ming is a professional Sanda player who has been systematically trained. Although Wen Fei came from a halfway house and was only trained in a few actual combats, he relied on his excellent physical skills and agility to
With his skills, he was invincible in the boxing ring and won the title of "God of War". When the two met here, it can be said that "when you meet your opponent, you will meet a good talent."
The atmosphere in the boxing ring became more and more tense, and the onlookers became quiet, staring at the two of them intently, for fear of missing any detail on the ring. Lu Ming's footwork was light and he jumped happily, looking very relaxed.
His purpose in doing this was to control the rhythm of the game on the court and make the opponent passive. Wen Fei stood there motionless, his eyes following the opponent's pace.
Lu Ming was looking for the right moment to punch, and he jumped around Wen Fei in a leisurely manner. Seeing that he hadn't made a move for a long time, Wen Fei felt a little impatient, so he took a step forward. Lu Ming saw this movement.
Wen Fei didn't expect Lu Ming to punch so fast, so he realized that he had underestimated his opponent.
With no time to think, Lu Ming hurriedly retreated. Lu Ming pressed forward step by step and attacked continuously, with his fists coming like raindrops. Only then did Wen Fei feel the strength of his opponent, and hurriedly protected his head and face with both hands, resisting this wave of lightning.
Wen Fei has never encountered a strong opponent since his debut. Even an agent as powerful as Uncle Long could only be tied with him at most. The last time he was plotted by Yi Tianxiong, he was also tricked under certain circumstances.
He defeated him. So he always thought that he should be invincible.
Wen Fei, who was attacked in the first wave of attacks, had no chance to counterattack. Although he did not receive a more threatening blow, he was dodging in a really embarrassed manner. The onlookers gave a one-sided cheer. Wen Fei gritted his teeth and roared.
, risking a severe head injury, he spotted an opening and hit Lu Ming on the chin.
This is a lose-lose style of play. Lu Ming can hit Wen Fei hard on the head and knock him down, but he will also receive a heavy punch. Although he will not fall to the ground, his jaw will not be knocked down either.
It felt so bad, and there was a high possibility of dislocation. Lu Ming did not dare to take risks, and withdrew his fist to block Wen Fei's dangerous attack. After regaining his composure, Wen Fei flew up and kicked Lu Ming in the abdomen.
Lu Ming didn't dare to be careless and took another step back to avoid the kick. Wen Fei was now completely out of the siege, secretly shouting that he was lucky. If Lu Ming had a dead-end attitude, he would definitely fall. As the saying goes, for a layman,
Watching the excitement, an expert knows the rules. The onlookers are all experts, so they naturally know who is better and who is worse in the first round. They can't help but sigh, it is a pity to waste this excellent opportunity for Lu Ming.