In the smoke and clouds of Beijing, a high-end club is owned by Wang Khan, the boss of the Wang family.
It was already midnight, and as usual, the clubhouse was still bustling with people today, but today was different from the past.
There were not many people coming in and out, but there were a large number of sentries posted outside, including some with Western faces.
And in this underground boxing ring in the glory of Beijing, a fight between dragons and tigers is taking place at this moment.
On the ring in the middle, a burly man with a Western face was seen waving his fists and finally roaring. Opposing him was a black boxing master that Wang Khan hired at a high price.
However, at this moment, this black boxing master who has won more than ten consecutive matches in the smoke and clouds of Beijing can only parry in the hands of this burly man with a Western face. Every time the latter punches, he must be very energetic.
.
Just now, due to negligence, he was punched several times in the chest, which made him unable to breathe smoothly, and there was a fishy and salty feeling in his chest.
The strength of the person facing him in front of him was completely out of proportion to his size. Every time the latter punched him, the energy that exploded made him terrified.
He has never seen any kind of ruthless person since he started practicing black boxing, but this almost painless existence in front of him still made him feel scared.
He knew that if he continued like this, even if he did not die, he would be maimed.
So, after thinking for a moment, he stepped aside and made a gesture of surrender.
This scene stunned the people watching below, especially the Western man sitting in the center who frowned directly.
Here, Wang Khan's face also looked a little unattractive.
This is what Jinghua Yanyun is most capable of fighting, but now it has succumbed.
"Khan, is this the one you said is the most capable of beating here? Has he been beaten so spineless?"
The speaker was an oriental-faced man with a thin side and a pale complexion, looking a little malnourished.
However, anyone who thinks so is totally wrong.
Under his thick eyebrows, he has a pair of sharp, knife-like eyes that are so charming that one glance at him will make the latter tremble.
"Young Master Lin, this is indeed the most capable person in the club. I have never been like this before. I never thought I would be so bad today."
When Wang Khan spoke, his face was filled with depression, as if Huang Lian had suffered the most and could not explain it. Facing this man named Lin, there was no trace of his usual arrogance and restraint, and the rest was all respectful.
"Mr. Lin, the person you found doesn't look very good."
While Wang Khan was talking to the man surnamed Lin, the Western-faced man sitting between them spoke, with a hint of sinister look on his face.
He was very happy that his own people could defeat the people of his partner.
"Haha, Master Jacques, all these thugs are making you laugh."
Although he knew that the other party meant to ridicule, Lin still had a kind expression on his face and agreed with a sneer.
"Master Lin, you should find someone who can really fight. These are not enough for my men to warm up. If this continues, there will be no fun today."
After fiddling with the jade ring on his thumb that Wang Khan had just given him, the latter said in a somewhat arrogant tone.
While he said this, he did not forget to wave to his subordinates above.
Below, Wang Khan and Lin thought that Rockefeller was trying to get his men to retreat, but unexpectedly it was an offensive gesture.
On the ring, the burly man who had stopped suddenly roared, suddenly raised his fist and struck the black boxing master who was kneeling on one knee to submit, and hit him on the head.
"Click..."
This heavy punch was like hitting a watermelon.
The black boxing master didn't even react. His head exploded, his brains splattered all over the ring, and the entire upper part of his head was blown to pieces.
"vomit……"
After this punch, several women watching with Wang Khan and others in the underground boxing ring immediately turned their heads and vomited.
Even Wang Khan's face turned purple and looked like he was about to vomit.
It's not like they haven't seen dead people before. In this underground boxing ring, almost every few days, someone dies on the ring. It's not like they haven't seen people with broken arms or legs.
But it was the first time they encountered something as disgusting as today.
The whole head was blown to pieces, and the brains and blood splashed out like tofu. The scene was extremely disgusting.
The one whom Wang Khan called Mr. Lin showed no expression on his face, as if nothing had happened.
"Oh...I'm really sorry. I forgot that there are several ladies here. Such a bloody scene is really not suitable for such a beautiful atmosphere. Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, I have caused you to lose a money-making machine."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a useless person, it's nothing."
With a cold face, the latter agreed and waved to the person next to him.
Several staff members who were waiting aside immediately walked up and carried out the body that was still kneeling on the spot with its front half touching the ground.
Several faucets began to wash the ring, and after a while, the bloody scene was no longer there.
"Mr. Lin, is there anyone else who can be beaten? If not, I'm going to have sex with a few beauties."
When Rockefeller Jacques spoke, his tone was arrogant, as if he was superior to others.
"Master Nayak will have to wait a little longer. Lame man, come on!"
He said this to his subordinates who were eager to try, and the sneer on Mr. Lin's face became even brighter.
"Yes, sir!"
After agreeing, the man called Cripple limped onto the ring.
"Is it Brother Lame? Mr. Lin, do you really have no one to send?"
"Master Jacques, I admit that you, the cyborg, are indeed very powerful, but you still have no chance of winning against a cripple."
"Oh? Listening to your tone, you are very confident in your people?"
"good!"
"That's good, I hope you won't be like the one just now." Nodding, Rockefeller smiled without a smile and made a gesture of wiping his neck to his men who were still waiting on the ring.
The latter nodded and immediately began to attack.
One is huge, powerful and heavy, and the other is extremely agile. Although he is disabled, the speed at which he moves around the ring can completely throw this big guy away.
"Wow, Lin, this should be your Chinese Kung Fu. Sure enough, there are a few moments, but running away like this is not an option. If you are touched by my men, this competition is over."
"Haha, I don't need you to worry anymore. Why don't we make a bet? If my people win, how about you give me another five percentage points of our previous contract?"
"As you wish!"
Rockefeller Jacques was not unambiguous and agreed directly with a cold smile.
