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Chapter 164 A bit of a weird fight

Thai boxing has powerful attack power, and the elbow joint is their weapon. The Thai boxer quickly bullied the American man, hitting the American man's chin with the elbow joint of his hand. Before his body fell to the ground, he attacked the elbow joint of his foot and heard "

With a "click" sound, the big American man's kneecap shattered.

The Thai boxer still did not miss a series of heavy kicks, hitting the American man's arms and legs, and blood spattered on the field.

The big American man's kneecaps were shattered and he couldn't stand up at all, so he fell on the ring. The Thai boxer looked a little out of breath, but he still couldn't hide his joy and waved to the audience. The reaction below was not too enthusiastic, and some

People nodded, and some didn't respond at all. Everyone was calculating the odds and whether they made a profit or a loss. "**! Such a big man was defeated by someone. He deserves to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Damn it.

I lost one hundred thousand dollars!" Ferretti shouted angrily, cursing all over the two hundred years of American history.

The Thai boxer stepped down while the other one was carried down. The winner could get 5% of the betting money, but the loser only had 10,000 US dollars, and sometimes he didn't even have the life to spend it.

Soon, the information of the two boxers appeared on the screen again. This was the last match of the morning and should be more exciting.

Shi Zhong discovered that Hong Fang was actually Chinese, but he seemed to be of Chinese origin, not an authentic Chinese. According to the introduction in the video, he learned Shaolin Kung Fu. He was really a bald man. When he encountered Shaolin Kung Fu in another country, Shi Zhong was shocked.

A little excited, he couldn't help but take a closer look, but when he saw his opponent Lan Fang, Shi Zhong couldn't help but start to worry. He turned out to be a two-meter-tall Russian man who once served in the Russian special forces. His strongest leg strength was terrifying.

He weighs 400kg, and a tiger would fall down if he kicked it, let alone a human.

The young lady just came here again. Ferretti hesitated a little, looked at Shi Zhong and reminded: "Your Excellency Poseidon, you are Chinese!"

Shi Zhong pondered for a while and said: "I bet one hundred thousand dollars on the red side!"

Wang Ling on the side was startled and said: "Are you crazy? That's one hundred thousand. Do you have that much money?"

Shi Zhong smiled half-heartedly: "You think I can't get the money?"

"I" Wang Ling was speechless. Yes, I had only known him for two days, so how could I conclude that he was a rich man? However, Wang Ling really didn't look at Shi Zhong as a rich man.

Ferretti said: "Your Excellency Poseidon, I believe you!" Then he said to the waitress, "I also have one hundred thousand dollars, red party!"

After the waitress wrote it down, she smiled and walked away.

"What a bunch of poor people, they actually came to San Francisco to watch Black Boxing. I really don't know how Henry let them in?"

Suddenly, a joking voice sounded, and Henry was the hall manager who had just blocked the stone bell.

Shi Zhong frowned, and Ferretti also looked at the source of the sound. There were three young Americans sitting not far away from them, loudly shouting to the waitress: "I will pay 500,000, and the blue side will win!" After saying that,

He looked at Shi Zhong provocatively.

Ferrati was about to have a seizure, but luckily Shi Zhong stopped him. Ferrati said angrily: "Damn Americans, they always think that they are the boss in the world. If they were in Italy, they would be shot into a sieve when they leave the house!"

Soon, two people walked out of the two side doors. The one on the left was bald. He was 1.8 meters tall and had a strong body. He had a naive face. Walking on the street, I couldn't believe that this man would come to fight bloody black fists.

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A strong Russian man walked out on the right. He was two meters tall, with bulging muscles on his body. His arms were as thick as a normal human thigh. He was very scary. You can imagine the huge strength contained in it.

"Your Excellency Poseidon, although China is an ancient and mysterious country, I don't think everyone is as good at magic as you are? This bald man won't be killed by that fierce man with just one punch, right?" Ferrati secretly thought to himself.

It's a pity that with his one hundred thousand dollars, he didn't interfere in family affairs, unlike his elder brother, who had a full pocket.

"I didn't say that bald man could win!" Shi Zhong said innocently.

"Then you bet on the red side to win?" Ferretti's eyes widened.

"It's just out of humanitarian support from the same country!" Shi Zhong's answer made Ferretti faint. Although Shi Zhong also hoped that the bald man could win, this was not something he could change. Think about the Russian's physical fitness.

, Shi Zhong shook his head, the ending can be imagined.

Soon, the two people fought together. As expected, the bald man punched the Russian fierce man. His body was shot out like a cannonball, and he almost fell to the ground. Everyone sighed. The gap was too big.

Bar!

The Russian fierce man yelled excitedly, and with heavy steps like a bulldozer, he hit the bald head with a hammer-like fist and hit the bald head hard. If he had been hit, he would probably be dead.

The bald man was also amazing. At the critical moment, he stood up, roared, and in another head-on confrontation, he punched the fierce Russian man.

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With a crisp sound, the Russian fierce man was knocked back seven or eight steps, and the bald head did not move at all. This surprised everyone in the audience, but Shi Zhong noticed that the bald head's right hand was swinging down, shaking, and he thought it was useless.

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"Pfft!"

The Russian fierce man suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, mixed with the broken viscera, and his body collapsed like a pushed down wall. His face was full of incomprehension, and he could not rest in peace.

Is this settled? The duel is over?

Everyone was in disbelief again. If it weren’t for their absolute trust in the organizers, everyone would have doubted whether the Russian tough guy had been drugged before he came out. He smashed a person to death with a fist, and it didn’t hit the vital part. Such a scene really made people sad.

It's unbelievable. "What a ghost!" Even if Ferretti won the bet, he still looked like he had seen a ghost!

Shi Zhong also frowned, and his intuition told him that the bald head seemed a bit unusual!

"Fuck, what kind of competition is this? He actually lost to the yellow monkey. I must search his body to see if he has any cheating weapons?" The three Americans who had just provoked Shi Zhong shouted indifferently.

"If you can't afford to lose, don't be embarrassed. San Francisco has been completely embarrassed by you!" Ferretti said sarcastically, looking at the three Americans with disdain.

"What did you say? Italian bitch!" one of the American young people yelled angrily, pointing at Ferretti and scolding, "You Italian bitches are only good at licking the buttholes of us Americans, don't you think so, haha!"

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"Haha, look, the Italian bitch's face has become ugly. Oh, by the way, there is also the yellow monkey, the legendary sick man of East Asia!" Two other American young people laughed playfully.

"What are you talking about? You bastards, are you looking for death?" Ferretti's face turned stern and he stood up.

"What? Do you think this is Italy? You'd better be smart!" Three young Americans walked over without fear, with provocative looks on their faces.

"Hello everyone, private fights are strictly prohibited here. If you have any conflicts, you can go out and resolve them. We will never interfere!" Suddenly, two big men in suits came over with serious faces.

Ferretti walked away angrily, while the three young Americans smiled nonchalantly, their voices full of ridicule.

Shi Zhong put his hand on Ferretti and said: "Be patient for a while, we should abide by the rules here. Anyway, the two games in the morning are over, right?"

"What do you mean?" Ferrati looked at Shi Zhong with an excited look on his face. Shi Zhong shrugged and said, "They insulted two races at the same time and should be taught a lesson, right?"

"Okay, Lord Poseidon can solve everything. I will make them cry and lick me later... uh, forget it!" Ferrati's eyes flashed with sinister eyes, and it was obvious that he was a man who was determined to retaliate.

To be continued

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