The night was hot and dry, the forest was quiet, the clouds were overcast, and the rain was hitting the banana tree. A figure stood in front of the banana tree, despite the rain, but remained unmoved. It was Suzaku, with a serious expression on his face, and the rain fell down his face.
"Go back, pay attention to your health, and don't act rashly before the situation is found out," Luo Tian came up behind Suzaku.
"Boss, if Bai Hu, don't stop me!" Suzaku said in a cold tone without turning around.
Luo Tian came behind Zhuque, moved her shoulders, and looked into Zhuque's eyes: "What happened to Qinglong will always be a pain in my heart. Baihu will definitely be fine. Don't worry, as long as I am here, he will be fine.
I will let the entire Myanmar Muay Thai boxing competition and all related people be buried with him!"
Luo Tian's eyes were firm and slightly red. If his premonition came true, he wouldn't mind making the entire Mandalor bleed into a river!
Not far away, Wang Xiaohan looked at Luo Tian and Suzaku, and was deeply moved. She had never seen that white tiger, but she knew that it was Luo Tian's subordinate and his good brother. The purpose of coming to Myanmar and Thailand this time was to find him.
, Listening to Luo Tian's firm words and Suzaku's cold words, Wang Xiaohan felt proud to have such a comrade and boss, and the blood in her body was boiling. At this moment, she was extremely eager for power and strength, silently
She turned around and went back to her room, and started doing physical exercises according to Luo Tian's training plan for her.
The Hausen Arena is located in Manda. Although it is not a big place, it is the most famous fighting arena in Manda. Several major boxing champions were born here. It is full of blood, cruelty and violence, but it also has aura, honor and
applause.
"Ho ha, beat him to death, beat him to death"
At this moment, the Hausen Fighting Arena was filled with noise, whistles, screams, crazy shouts of men and women, distorted expressions, bleak lights, cold concrete platforms, plus the crazy and bloody fights on the competition stage,
Crazy explosions, a contest of strength and martial arts create a scene that shocks the soul.
On the competition stage, a tall, dark-skinned man, powerful and powerful, with muscles like black iron, with bloodthirsty eyes shining, was desperately beating another equally strong player who had fallen to the ground.
The corners of the person's eyes were broken, bleeding continued, the bridge of the nose was crooked, the mouth and nose were bleeding, the eyes were blurred, and the body was limp. Only the last breath was left, and there was no power to resist.
"After all, the boxing champion is a boxing champion. If you want to challenge this person, you have to pay a price. Heida has won seventeen games in a row, lost two and drawn one. He has the qualifications to challenge the boxing champion, but he never expected that he would not be a boxer.
It seems that Wang’s opponent’s boxing career is coming to an end and he will never be able to box again.”
There was a roar on the competition stage. In the VIP room, there were several powerful men who were leisurely drinking red wine and commenting on the competition. The person who spoke just now was a man about forty years old with slightly skinned skin.
He is black, has short curly hair, but his eyes are very sharp. He is also a master, with an aristocratic temperament. He looks at the strong player who is hitting on the competition stage below, nodding and commenting lightly.
"Ha, brother Siwa, do you think this Heida has a future? You don't seem to know what the boxing champion's best show is, right? His favorite thing is to hold his opponent high and crush him with his knees when he falls from high in the air.
"The sound of the opponent's spine," another young-looking man with long, slightly blond hair looked at the competition stage eagerly, and at the same time turned to the man named Siwa and laughed loudly.
"Really? To be honest, this is my first time watching a boxing champion match," Siwa glanced at the blond man and said calmly, while looking at the competition stage.
At this moment, the audience in the audience is already excited, because they all know that the best show of the boxing champion is coming, because at this moment, the boxing champion Gessen has lifted his defenseless opponent Heida above his head, his eyes are extremely arrogant, and he flashes
The bloodthirsty light circled around the ring, seemingly witnessing this miracle to the audience, and finally came to the middle of the ring, where he was about to perform the cruel moment.
"Ah, no, Mr. Boxing Champion, we admit defeat. On behalf of the Nashin family, I request Mr. Heida to be let go." From the audience, a man who seemed to be of good standing rushed towards the stage and shouted anxiously,
With a hint of pleading, asking the boxing champion to show mercy.
This Heida is from their family, and he is also a master of the family. He doesn’t want to be lost on stage like this. According to the rules, if there is a supporter behind the scenes and intercedes on his behalf, the winning side cannot kill again. This is a rule, just like
In some places, it's like giving up and throwing a white towel.
It's just that the boxing champion Gessen just glanced at the representative of the Naxin family. He could recognize that the person coming was a figure in the Naxin family second only to the head of the family. He was the second-ranking figure in the Naxin family.
There was a slight hesitation in his eyes. After all, the Naxin family is also a big family, and as a boxing champion, it is difficult to offend easily.
However, when he looked at an old man with gloomy eyes in another box on the viewing platform, he strengthened his gaze again. Amid the expectant cheers of everyone, Heida's body fell from the sky. At the same time, his hard body
The incomparable knee hit the man's spine.
"Crack" was heard as a numbing sound was heard on the scalp. The Heida did not even scream, but was directly broken on the stage, his body twisted in an extremely terrifying arc.
"Heida!" The second-in-command of the Naxin family shouted. His eyes were filled with tears. He looked at the boxing champion Gesen with a flash of resentment in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do. At this moment, the boxing champion was accepting the cheers of the crowd.
He didn't even look at the second-in-command of the Xin family, he was extremely arrogant.
The boxing ring has always been the place of dignity for the strong. The weak and losers cannot find dignity here. No matter how glorious it was in the past and how much applause it won, it ended sadly in the end and will soon be forgotten. It cannot be
Not to mention this is the tragedy of being a boxer.
"It's a pity that we can't hear the sound of that Huaxia boy's spine breaking. It's a pity. I didn't expect that he disappeared in the last battle with the Berserker. Was it because he was timid?" The boxing champion Gessen on the stage was standing there muttering to himself.
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the boxing champion also suffered a defeat. I wonder what I was thinking about when I was shot to death on the stage? Humph!"
In the VIP room of the audience, a man looked at the boxing champion Gessen on the stage and sneered. One of his subordinates was killed by the boxing champion in the boxing ring. At that time, he placed a heavy bet, but he lost completely.
He has always been worried about this matter. With the power of his family, he secretly bribed the referee, but he still failed to win because the boxing champion's offensive was too fierce and he directly killed his master.
Even the referee can't decide. After all, you can't decide that a dead man wins.
"One day, our Zhuotai family will stand at the top of the boxing ring!" The man clenched his fists tightly and looked at Gessen on the ring with a ferocious smile. Then he glanced at a follower beside him: "How about it?
?Isn’t that Hua Xiazi still unwilling to give in? After checking for so long, I still can’t find his weakness? I have watched all his games, and this person has the most potential to advance to the boxing championship.”
"Back to Mr. Zhuoha, this man is very tough-talking and will never obey. We have checked his file records, but they are blank. We don't know what he did in China before, and he doesn't seem to have any relatives, so we
There is no way to force him to submit. If it doesn't work, we will use water to force him to submit, and let him fight to the death on the competition stage!" That follower has a sharp face, a hooked nose, and triangular eyes. He looks so ruthless at first glance.
goods.
The young man named Lord Zhuoha waved his hand gently: "No, that will stimulate his brain nerves and affect his performance. We use him to achieve success, not to be embarrassed. The Zhuoha family will never be embarrassed again."
I can’t afford to embarrass anyone. No one has weaknesses, and he is no exception. Let me think of another solution!"
"Yes, sir!" the attendant replied in a low voice, and then the man stood up and walked out, with the attendant following closely behind.
The game was over, the audience had dispersed, leaving only the dim lights and the cold and bloody competition stage. The weekly underground boxing competition came to an end.
"Roar"
In a heavily guarded private prison within a family in Manda, the moonlight shone in like water. A man was tall and strong, with muscles all over his body, like a humanoid beast, but he was locked with a bracelet.
, with long hair and beard, facing the prison surrounded by steel bars as thick as an arm, he roared like a tiger roaring, his momentum was extremely frightening, and there was boundless anger and loneliness in his eyes.
He is White Tiger, formerly known as Platinum Tiger, an elite of Dragon Soul, one of Luo Tian's most elite subordinates, and his brother. After what happened to Dragon Soul last time, he left his hometown and crossed the border into Myanmar and Thailand, relying on boxing to numb him.
mind,
He wanted to forget everything, but he couldn't forget the emotion deep in his heart no matter what. He didn't expect to be promoted to the boxing championship, he just wanted to vent his feelings on the competition stage. Only in fierce battles did he know that he was a living person.
of flesh and blood.
He had won fifteen games in a row without a defeat. In the last game, the "berserker" was crippled and suffered multiple injuries. He originally wanted to recuperate for a while, but he didn't expect that his impressive record would lead to him being targeted by the Zhuotai family.
, he got him here, coercing and coercing him to do things for his family and boxing for them. Bai Hu, who knew the darkness in the boxing world, could not agree. He did it on his own initiative and did not want to become a tool of anyone or any family.
"Sir, Zi Yan, where are you?"
The imprisoned white tiger was covered in wounds, like a wounded lion, tightly locked by iron chains, heading towards China, his eyes were extremely lonely, and he murmured softly to himself