Volume 1 [The milk tiger looks at the mountains and the mountains have no edge] NO.27 I don't know the depth
[Q: What is the purest thing in the world?=.=]
Alsileng, the lion, fell to the tiger cub Zhang Ben. What was originally thought to be a thrilling battle ended in such an instant. The Mongolian man seemed to be dead and would never see him again.
He didn't move. The people watching around him were stunned. The middle-aged man who greeted Xia Zhen at first didn't light up the nanmu pipe in his hand for a long time.
What is this? Flash sale?
Xia Zhen was worried a few seconds ago, but now she was confused: This, why is this like this?
Where does this kid come from?
Security guard? Student boy?
Xia Zhen's eyes widened, and after finally confirming that the giant Alsleng was no longer moving, he screamed, jumped up and down in ecstasy, waved his arms, and then shouted loudly: "Man, pure
Man! Well done! Haha, weasel, I’m going to make you look bad today! We won neatly!”
Zhang Bi put on his sweatshirt again and thought to himself: This big Mongolian guy actually knows Shandong sumo wrestling. Hey, it's really not easy. But it's a pity, obviously the heat is not enough.
At first glance, the moves Zhang Bi performed just now are exactly the same as American wrestling techniques. In fact, these techniques are commonly used in grappling, mutual fighting, and Sanshou in the Northern School, but they are rarely used.
After all, it is impossible for everyone to be as big as the European and American wrestling monsters.
"hateful!"
The weasel slammed the iron railing, gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "Damn it, this Mongolian waste!"
But he forgot that this Mongolian waste in his mouth had brought him at least six million in income in the past thirty-two games, not counting some off-site bets and verbal agreements.
Just losing one game, and also losing to a stinky bitch like Xia Zhenzhen, made Weasel really unhappy, very, very unhappy.
The middle-aged man next to Weasel touched his arm slightly: "Fourth Young Master, this boy is very skilled. I am afraid that Xia Guinong's daughter happened to meet him. According to me, they are just money coming and going. Why don't you let me send it tomorrow?
If you can get in touch with him, Fourth Young Master, we might be able to enter Sanxing's place."
"I can't swallow this! Xia Zhenzhen, this little bitch, was kicked out of the capital for being so arrogant. She came to Zhonghai to pretend to be awesome and was eaten to death by her. When I go to the capital in the future, what will others think of me? Talk about me.
Is Huang Silang a coward who can’t deal with a little bitch like Xia Zhenzhen?”
The weasel's original name was Huang Silang.
"Four Young Masters. This is a small place. It's enough for young people to come here to gamble and vent their anger. Isn't the loss just 200,000 and temporary anger? If we can take a longer-term view, we can increase the chips and influence of the Huang family.
.Then if the master retains his position in the future, he will naturally think highly of the person who can take charge of the Huang family. You said so."
Huang Silang's face darkened. On the surface, he was dressed similar to a hip-hop young man, and he was a little more frivolous like a street graffiti gangster. However, at this moment, he seemed deep and polite. He sighed and said: "This time, even if it's cheap, Xia Zhen
What a little bitch. Just throw this Mongolian waste here."
"No. Fourth Young Master, this Alsleng still has to stay. His strength is not bad, and he is more than enough to control the situation here. It's just that he was unlucky and met a southern boxing master. This boy was brought by the eldest lady of the Xia family.
According to common sense, it is impossible to appear in a place of this level, so if the Fourth Young Master and Alslen stay, we can get more manpower, and at the same time, it will also make other people think that the Fourth Young Master is righteous and willing to sacrifice his life, so there will be more people."
The middle-aged man spoke in a low voice, and there was a group of big men in black blocking the way in front of him. No one saw him, but through the cracks in the crowd, he was slightly aware of what they were saying.
"Is this guy really a fucking grandmaster? Is there such a young grandmaster?" Huang Silang asked in confusion.
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Fourth Young Master, for masters, most of their achievements reach their peak in their twenties and thirties. After that, they are just tinkering with things and seldom make further progress."
"That makes sense."
Huang Silang was relieved by the middle-aged man's words. A lot of depression in his heart had been eliminated. Alsleng had also regained his consciousness a little. In the flash of lightning just now, he only knew that he was finished. After he woke up, his hands and feet were not flexible either.
, needs two bodyguards to support him.
I thought that the fourth young master of the Huang family would let him get out of here, but I didn't expect that Huang Silang didn't say anything more and just sent him to a private doctor. This made Alsileng, a big Mongolian man, very grateful.
"Weasel! How about it! Our experts are great! If you are willing to admit defeat, I will take your two hundred thousand!"
After saying that, he smiled and asked someone to put the 400,000 yuan in the bucket into a travel bag.
"Xia Zhenzhen, good luck to you, you will meet a master! Humph!"
Huang Silang snorted coldly and stopped looking at her.
Xia Zhen was so proud that she was afraid that others would not know that she had won a match. Then she turned to Zhang Bi and asked, "Man, are you still playing tonight?"
"Same price?"
Zhang Bi asked Xia Zhen expressionlessly.
Xia Zhen exposed his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was having fun, and shook his head: "Forget it, haha, I will be very satisfied if I beat the weasel today! We just want to give him a hard time!"
After that, Xia Zhen shouted loudly: "We won't compete today, and we don't care about winning the cool money. Let's go! Haha! Weasel, next time there is a show, we will continue to come, don't let me in
Ah! Hahahaha..."
Xia Zhen, who was successful as a villain, was really happy to the extreme, as if he had all the pleasures of his life at the touch of a finger. Huang Silang over there was itching his teeth with hatred, wishing that someone would kill this little bitch Xia Zhen, it would be best if
A strong man from the reinforced company will come along and fuck her to death!
No one stopped Zhang Bi and Xia Zhen, but they stopped and continued fighting? Isn’t this looking for a slap in the face? Alsleng has never beaten an awesome person like Zhang Ben, so those of them are not as good as Alsleng and they have been defeated.
Where is the lion.
The middle-aged man holding the nanmu pipe watched Zhang Bi and Xia Zhen leave the warehouse, and then suddenly whispered to the two people next to him: "Follow me and see where that kid is."
He lit the nanmu pipe and bit the cigarette holder with his teeth. The gilt-etched cigarette holder looked very noble under the light. He looked at each other with the middle-aged man behind Huang Silang, and the two chuckled lightly without saying anything.
To put it bluntly, this is just a small bump in a game. No matter how good Zhang Ben is in fighting, in their eyes, he is just the same as an ordinary boxer. This is the same as dog fighting, cock fighting, and cricket fighting.
The same thing, the only difference is that this time the toy is not a dog, a chicken, or a cricket, but a human.
Gallardo roared and drove out. Inside the car, Zhang Bi opened the travel bag, took out ten stacks, and zipped it up. No need to click, it was a hundred thousand.
"what are you doing."
Xia Zhen turned to look at Zhang Bi strangely.
"Take my money."
"We'll divide you up when we go back." Xia Zhen was still puzzled.
"Don't worry, hold it firmly in your hands."
Seeing Zhang Bi's serious look, Xia Zhen slammed the accelerator: "Damn it, you bastard! You don't believe in our character!"
Zhang Bi stopped answering, closed his eyes, held 100,000 yuan in his hand, and smiled.