"I must have done a lot of careless things in my last life to end up with you, a little bitch." The fourth master put his hand into his trouser pocket. Liu Xuan thought that his uncle was going to take a knife to really chop off his shit, so he trembled and said: "Uncle
, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I will never do this again."
The Fourth Master looked at his nephew who almost wet his pants with hatred, took out a tissue and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth. Instead of the sinister look just now, the look of helplessness was replaced. If his son hadn't died, he would have died.
Come on, he deserves to be so "despicable" and dote on this bastard.
"Does it hurt?"
Liu Xuan knew that his uncle really loved him, otherwise he would have been thrown into the river to feed the bastard, so he said hoarsely: "It hurts."
"Uncle is here to tell you that the third lady is the person at the top of the pyramid, and you and I are the trash at the bottom. You don't even have to think about it. Some things can be understood by yourself. Do you understand?"
"Understand."
"Get out."
Liu Xuan touched his face that was swollen and sore from his uncle's beating, stood up, and went out.
"Two snakes come in." Fourth Master ### held the emerald on his thumb, thinking deeply about the audience who had just glanced at the tickets and came in. He was confident that his eyes and memory were not bad, and everyone who came here to watch the performance was
They are some regular customers, but the two young people in the corner just now are unfamiliar to him. They must be their first time. He always checks the people who come here for the first time.
A thin man with long hair and a sallow complexion walked in.
"Fourth Master, did you call me?"
"Where are the two young people in the last two seats of the third row?"
The man named Er Snake thought for a while and said, "I don't know, it's the first time he's here." He paused and said, "No, one of them is here for the second time. I saw Zhao Hanqing and one of them here some time ago.
"
Zhao Hanqing? So those two people are from the Jinghua Club. The fourth master tapped his knees with his fingers and said, "Is there anything else?" Meng Xiaoan's man in the ring named Alida glanced at him and said tepidly: "
Xihua, why don't you go up and get him down."
Xihua said: "Gang leader, I have a stomachache." He covered his stomach with his hands and looked ugly, "I can't help it anymore. I'm going to relieve myself first." He ran away before Meng Xiaoan could say anything.
Meng Xiaoan touched his chin and said, "If I ask you to go up and win glory for the country, you'll have a stomachache and you won't be motivated."
Meng Xiaoan yawned and stretched. His body felt itchy after not moving for a long time. He didn't know what the handicap here was. I guess he could make a lot of money by tricking Xihua into it.
In the ring, Alida kicked a Tang boxing master and broke three ribs in just a few minutes. He then picked him up and threw him under the ring. With a murderous look on his face, he said arrogantly on the ring that he was the best in Muay Thai in Asia.
, this did not immediately arouse the dissatisfaction of the lowly audience, but dissatisfaction was dissatisfaction. The facts are there. How many Chinese people were beaten by Ali were either maimed or killed.
"Damn, this Thai guy is so awesome. Fortunately, I bet on him."
"Brother, it's done. You'll get rich tonight. We'll find some ladies later."
"Hey, are you going to let that Thai guy be so arrogant and say that our Chinese boxing skills are rubbish?"
"There's nothing you can do about it. Why don't the Chinese live up to their expectations? Damn it, my half a million is missing. Damn it."
Meng Xiaoan said to Xihua who was walking back slowly: "Did you hear that? Xihua, come up this time. I guarantee that you will become the most eye-catching hero tonight."
"Hero? I'm not interested. I'd better sit back and watch the match." Xihua didn't want to go to the ring to fight with Ali just to get angry. He came to watch the ring to make money. Chinese boxing is such rubbish.
He can't control it.
"How much did you drink?"
Xihua said rather embarrassedly: "It's only 100,000, if you buy the Thai guy, you'll win."
Meng Xiaoan: "Only one hundred thousand? So, I'll bet one million, and if I win, we'll split it equally. If I lose, I'll be unlucky. Do you think so?"
Xihua's eyes lit up: "One million?"
Meng Xiaoan smiled confidently: "One million, do you want to fight or not?"
"Hit." Xihua gritted his teeth and said. This is not a small amount. If you make a lot of money tonight.
Meng Xiaoan squinted his narrow eyes and showed a conspiratorial smile: "Then go ahead. If you beat that guy down, I guarantee you three million tonight. Do you want to bet?"
Xihua jumped up from his seat, "Three million?" His whole body felt a little hot, and his body trembled with excitement: "Three million?" After a pause, "It's all me?"
Damn, this bastard even ate my share. Meng Xiaoan despised him in his heart and said, "It's all yours."
"Grandma, do it." Xihua said loudly, then took off his clothes and exposed his strong chest. This move immediately attracted the attention of the audience, and everyone started discussing. Naturally, it also attracted Li Shihe's attention.
"Are you going to play?" The fourth master also stood up from his chair, his eyes flashing. Although he was not sure of the identity of the two people, there was no doubt that their every move would attract his attention.
Meng Xiao'an patted the pattern's shoulder angrily: "It's up to you, I'll place the bet right now."
Xihua was very good at sensationalism. He raised his fist and shouted: "It belongs to the Chinese. Give me some applause. I want to go up and kill this guy."
"Knock down the Thai guy."
"Knock down the Thai guy."
The crowd was buzzing with excitement, especially those Chinese people who had just been stimulated by the Thai guy to a point of self-esteem. Now that they saw a master (a master dare not compete?) who wanted to go up to the ring, it would be strange not to get excited.
"Remember three million."
Xihua walked onto the ring proudly, with a calm expression on his face.
"Three million, three million?" Meng Xiaoan couldn't find three million now, but that didn't mean that others couldn't find it. He left his seat and walked towards Li Shihe's box.
The Fourth Master, who had been paying close attention to Meng Xiaoan's actions, saw Meng Xiaoan walking towards Li Shihe, turned around and walked out of the office. He was worried that Meng Xiaoan would be unfavorable to Li Shihe. He always paid attention to people who ran out on the way, especially Li Shihe.
If something happened in his place, people would be killed.
"Can you lend me three million?" Meng Xiaoan's opening remarks were like this, looking calmly at Li Shihe.
Li Shihe's son-in-law, who was surrounded by a swarm of swarms, saw Meng Xiaoan coming here just to say such a joke that could be called a joke in the world. He looked at each other and smiled. Is this man mentally ill? He came to borrow money from Li Shihe. He probably just came from
She came out of the mental hospital. She didn't scold her because Li Shihe had a bad temper. What she hated most was when others used foul language. Therefore, Meng Xiaoan was not "attacked" in any way, but the look in his eyes full of contempt was all over.
It fell on him. Liu Xuan withdrew, feeling that this thing seemed a bit unbelievable, and decided to tell the Fourth Master.
Li Shihe's extremely clean eyes looked at Meng Xiaoan for two seconds. The first impression a girl has on a boy is very important. From Li Shihe's point of view, Meng Xiaoan is still a person. At least he dares to borrow money from her.
, she has no money, but her old man has money and a lot of it. The daughter of Zhang Gui, the richest businessman in Wenzhou, is naturally not short of money.
Meng Xiaoan is quite decent-looking, especially when he looks at people, there is always a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, as if he is mocking or self-deprecating. Meng Xiaoan's first impression is still...
It's just okay, the looks are okay, the figure is okay, and the style of the clothes is amazing. Li Shihe can tell at a glance that they are made of excellent materials.
"Sit." Li Shihe pointed to a chair in front of him.
This chair has always been empty. No one among the flies who surrounded him before dared to sit on it. They all stood behind him and were happy to do so.
"Thank you." Meng Xiaoan sat down calmly under the unfriendly eyes.
Meng Xiaoan squinted his narrow eyes and looked at Alida and Xihua on the ring, and said: "That guy is a friend of mine. I came to borrow money from you just to place a bet."
Li Shihe looked unmoved: "Bet your friend will beat that guy down?" Naturally, she also saw the "beast's blood boiling" scene just now, but she didn't have the impulse to yell nonsense like beating the Thai guy to death.
"Well, I bet three million, but I don't have much money on hand, so I asked you to borrow it. I think you are also a wealthy owner." Meng Xiaoan smiled with a demagoguery, "So much
The young master is surrounding you, you are not a rich master, I guess there are not many rich people in China."
Li Shihe smiled and accepted Meng Xiaoan's compliment: "Even if I have money, I don't have to lend it to you. Besides, I don't know what the strength of your friend is. If you want me to bet you three million,
, don’t you think this is nonsense.”
Meng Xiaoan looked confidently, glanced at Li Shihe, and said slowly: "No, I think you will agree, because you have a talent for adventure in your bones. The definition of a successful businessman is to be courageous, adventurous, and more importantly
Your vision must be unique.”
"Well said." Fourth Master walked in with a smile on his face. Everyone knew that his smile was fake, but he just liked to smile.
"No, they just came here for a visit last time, nothing else. Fourth Master, do you want to invite them over?"
The Fourth Master shook his finger and said: "No, they just let them stay there without making any noise. I don't want to have anything to do with the Jinghua Club or the Long Gang. You should keep an eye on the Third Miss. That's it. If you want to go down first."
"
"OK."
The fourth master sat for a while and then stood up. He was still worried and had to take a look. His eyelids were twitching so much that something unknown might have happened.
Meng Xiaoan leaned back on the babbling chair with a lazy expression, listening to the commentator's passionate explanation of the glory days of Thai players. He turned to Xihua, who was holding half a cigarette in his mouth and said: "That Thai guy is really
Twenty Chinese were defeated in this arena, five died, ten were seriously injured, and five suffered concussions?"
Xi Hua touched it and said: "It seems so. Chinese boxing focuses on cultivating one's moral character. Muay Thai's moves are deadly. It would be strange if one does not die."
Just when the audience was about to throw the bottle, the commentator finally invited the Thai players to come forward, which immediately aroused thunderous applause. No one cared about who won. They came here just for a thrilling game, and it would be the same if anyone died.
The Thai player has a red cloth wrapped around his head. He is lean and about 1.7 meters tall. The muscles on his arms are shining like oil, and the expression on his face is uncertain.
"Ada, this guy is the number one black boxing champion in Thailand, and he actually made gold in Hangzhou?" Xihua said slowly.