Volume 2 [Young Tigers Crossing the Stream] NO.9 Huang's Four Sons
A three-for-one bet against the banker for two hundred thousand. Generally, punters with boxers would not even frown. However, Xia Zhen also said that she doesn’t have much money now. If Zhang Bi loses, that’s
If you throw out the actual 600,000 yuan, even if you win earlier, you still have to throw away 200,000 yuan.
In fact, Xia Zhen's qualifications are not enough. If he is really a high-roller who ruins the market, he will not gamble against the banker, so a mere 600,000 is still a drop in the bucket.
Zhang Bi also roughly calculated that if he continued to fight every day, he would be able to earn millions in a few months. The reason is that he has the spring of life in his body. As long as he is not dead and still has breath, he will be able to make a fortune.
He can fully recover, and there is no need to worry about hidden injuries after a fight, or serious injuries that are difficult to treat.
This is Zhang Bi's biggest advantage, his body is even more powerful than the Golden Bell without a secret door.
Therefore, the moment Xia Zhen asked, Zhang Ben responded without hesitation.
Fight, why not fight?
Even if you meet a grand master, even if you meet a super expert, if you risk your life, you still have a 50% chance of winning.
It was almost nine o'clock, and some frustrated gamblers began to leave. The small cruise ship outside Sanxing Island began to blow its whistle, and there were a lot less people in the entire hall.
At this time, the fourth young master of the Huang family, Huang Silang, had already arrived. After being led to the private room, he suddenly saw Zhang Bi standing on the ring. His eyes were suddenly startled. He stood up and asked, "Why is this kid here?"
"Do you know the Fourth Young Master and this boxing boy?"
The middle-aged beautiful woman personally handed Huang Silang a cup of coffee to refresh himself. The middle-aged man next to him stepped back a little, keeping a distance from the middle-aged beautiful woman.
Huang Silang sighed: "The young master of Southern Boxing is not an ordinary boxer. I am about to send someone to contact him so that he can be recruited as my subordinates and help me fight a boxing match to build up my momentum."
"Oh? What activities has the fourth young master done recently?"
The beautiful middle-aged woman added a little milk to the coffee and stirred it slowly without making a sound.
This cup has a white porcelain gold rim with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water. It is quite gorgeous. At first glance, it is not much different from the enamel cup. It just happens to be exquisite. It is as smooth as white jade, giving it a different kind of nobility and propriety.
"The youngest son of the Greek shipping king likes free fighting. He once mentioned in a casual conversation that he would like to meet the domestic fighting masters. In December, the Daphne cruise ship will enter the South China Sea. By then, we must find a way to let this fun-loving
The young master is very happy."
Huang Silang spoke in a mature and decent manner at this time, which was completely different from his behavior at the abandoned automobile factory under the Zhongning Elevated Highway.
The beautiful middle-aged woman was slightly startled, but Huang Silang noticed the displeasure in her eyes, and sneered in her heart: You bitch, I feel uncomfortable after hearing this.
It was no wonder that the middle-aged beautiful woman felt uncomfortable. She was originally from Yao's shipping company. Huang wanted to contact the Greek shipping king. No matter how she heard this, she felt uncomfortable. You know, Yao had long wanted to get involved in the Indian Ocean route, but there was no foreign aid.
If it is not strong, it has been unable to open up the situation for a long time, and it has encountered rampant Somali pirates, which is even worse.
Therefore, it is a good thing to find strong foreign aid, even if it is a down-and-out ship king.
Unexpectedly, those down-and-out shipping kings in Greece were so arrogant that they were unwilling to deal with the East Asian giants. The Greek civilization in their hearts began to cause trouble, but they did not know that in the eyes of the East Asian giants, they were just a group of barbarians who were barbaric from their ancestors.
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But these words are just spitting between each other in private. If you really have trouble with money, it's just a hammer.
Investigating the reason, the Yao family's think tank gave only one answer: someone was trying to pry into their Yao family's corner.
Could it be that the Huang family wants to get involved in shipping?
A thought flashed through the mind of the middle-aged beautiful woman. Her collar was opened very wide, and her beautiful breasts were huge and plump. Next to the deep groove was the patterned edge of a black bra. There were two small moles on the smooth and white balls, which added to the beauty.
Share temptation.
Huang Silang glanced at it twice and thought to himself: Why don't we stay here tonight and fuck this slutty bitch all night long?
Seeing Huang Silang's eyes staring at her breasts, the middle-aged beautiful woman also smiled, quite proudly: "The fourth young master is really full of sexual interest."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Huang Silang found it interesting. He laughed twice and snapped his fingers. The waiter next to him turned the computer screen around. Huang Silang looked at it for a while. On the screen, Zhang Ben defeated Ma Minggao. This method was so cruel and brutal that he felt in his heart
Very interested: This guy is not just a master, he is fierce and powerful in his attacks, and full of murderous intent...
Xia Zhenzhen, that little bitch, was so pleased that she picked up such a treasure.
Huang Silang felt bored again. With his status, he had always taken advantage of the Huang family's family status to play here. His top status allowed him to bet against the banker without hesitation. A single bet of tens of millions would not be a problem.
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"Two million, get this kid."
Huang Silang picked up the coffee, took a sip, and smiled with great satisfaction: "Well, the coffee made by Aunt Su is really delicious."
"Fourth Young Master likes to drink, you can come here often. You can drink at any time."
Huang Silang stared at her breasts: "Can I drink it if I want to?"
"The fourth young master is an honored guest, so naturally he can drink whatever he wants."
The beautiful middle-aged woman answered her question without missing a beat, but the middle-aged man standing next to her still had no expression on her face. She just stared at the screen and secretly smacked her tongue, sighing in her heart: What a fierce claw and palm force. Is this... could it be Tiger Fist?
How can Mimic Boxing be so powerful if it has no basis in actual combat?
The middle-aged man couldn't understand because he didn't know that although Zhang's Tiger Fist inherited the Mimic Tiger Fist, everything was based on actual combat. In addition, during the four periods of the Anti-Japanese War in the Ming, Qing and Republic of China, countless people were killed. If it was passed down, it would have long been transformed.
It is not just as simple as imitating the appearance. Otherwise, how could Zhang Sanxian achieve such a great reputation in Jianghuai back then.
"The fourth young master is really brave. He will give you two million for his first move. The next battle will be with a wolf in the iron mask."
The middle-aged beautiful woman's tone was calm and like a reminder, with deep meaning, but a bit of disdain and ridicule. Naturally, she felt complacent that Huang Silang didn't know how powerful the Iron Masked Wolf was.
But Huang Silang was extremely confident and laughed: "Aunt Su, we will know after one battle. If this kid can't defeat the Iron Masked Wolf within five minutes, I won't give up my two million."
When the middle-aged beautiful woman heard his words, her expression changed: Is that boy really that powerful?
However, at this time, the high-rollers in various large private rooms also began to place bets. Some moldy second-generation ancestors with a lot of spare money also did not meet the expectations of the public. Two million was thrown away and there were more than 20 people. Counting them, the playful ones in Zhonghai City
, it seems that everyone is here today, Huang Silang smiled, and he can roughly guess who all the people are.
The middle-aged man remained silent. After the beautiful middle-aged woman left, he said to Huang Silang: "Fourth Young Master, that boy is a bit weird. His starting move is the breast-tiger probing claw that mimics the tiger fist. Logically speaking, it mimics the tiger fist."
Xingquan can strengthen the body, and it is not difficult to deal with five or six ordinary people after practicing it, but if you want to make waves, your foundation is too shallow."
"What do you mean?" Huang Silang asked confused.
"Although it is rumored that Mimic Boxing already existed in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, it is actually a low-level boxing technique. To put it bluntly, it was the result of mud-legged anti-bao work training to strengthen the body. It is inferior to the serious battlefield killing techniques and fighting skills.
It's a thousand miles away. But this kid's posture is obviously different from the ordinary mimicry boxing. I guess that one of this person's ancestors, no, at most two or three generations, has fought on the battlefield."
After the middle-aged man spoke, Huang Silang was stunned for a moment and then realized: "You mean, someone in this kid's family should have fought in the Anti-Japanese War, or be a military family?"
"** is inseparable from ten." The middle-aged man was quite certain.