The two of them were very surprised to see Li Wenchan. They originally wanted to come over and pay homage to Li Wenchan.
However, they discovered that Li Wenchan was holding hands with a girl, talking and laughing.
"Is this Mr. Li's girlfriend? Forget it, let's not disturb them first. If it spoils Mr. Li's mood, you will die."
The two of them sat down again, thinking of waiting for the boxing ring here to end before formally paying their respects.
"Sister Hong, that person is Li Wenchan!"
On the other side, Luo Haisong was following an older woman in her forties or fifties.
Although this Hong sister is a woman, she has short hair. She has thick bones and a fat body. She stands like a heavy tank.
Her facial features are quite ugly, with a wide mouth and thick eyebrows, especially her lips are very thick.
The skin of the whole person is very rough, and the pores can be clearly seen.
At first glance, she has no feminine grace at all and is more vicious than a man.
This person is none other than Ship King Ma Chunhong.
"It turns out it's this kid. Don't worry, I will help you get an explanation later. If he dares to come on stage, I will beat him to death!"
Ma Chunhong grinned, murderous.
She had sent her men to invite Li Wenchan over before, but Li Wenchan actually made arrogant words, telling her not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise her life would be at risk.
She has been doing business over the years, and she has killed countless people under the Yangtze River. It is absolutely impossible for her to let Li Wenchan go after Li Wenchan said such arrogant words.
"Tonight, you take more supplements and we play some new tricks."
Ma Chunhong withdrew her attention and turned her attention to Luo Haisong. She was wide and fat, and she caressed Luo Haisong's body with a big hand without hesitation.
"Sister Hong, I'm a little tired these days and want to take a rest."
Luo Haisong's body trembled, and he cried out inwardly.
His face was pale now, and even the flesh on his cheeks was somewhat sunken.
Ma Chunhong is at the age of a wolf and a tiger, and she is a martial arts practitioner. She is very energetic. How can he withstand this with his body?
Sister Hong has been feeding him like a pig these past few days, feeding him three meals a day, but he is still losing weight day by day.
He suspected that if he continued like this, he would be ruined by Sister Hong sooner or later.
"Why, does my brother dislike Sister Hong?" Ma Chunhong's voice turned cold.
"Sister Hong, I didn't mean that. I will definitely make Sister Hong happy tonight."
Luo Haisong's expression changed and he said quickly.
He had followed Sister Hong these days and saw with his own eyes how cruel Sister Hong's methods were. One of his subordinates accidentally lost a batch of Sister Hong's goods and was immediately punched to death by Sister Hong and thrown into the river.
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"Damn Li Wenchan, you are holding such a beautiful school belle, but I am being played to death by this dominatrix..."
Luo Haisong's eyes were red and he was filled with hatred.
He wanted to shout, "My kidneys hurt so much, I don't have a drop left."
But he couldn't say that in order to take revenge on Li Wenchan, he could only hold back the tears in his heart.
"Wen Chan, look at Senior Luo, why did he become like that?"
Wang Yuehan leaned against Li Wenchan and whispered.
She was dressed more casually today, with a tight-fitting sweater on her upper body and graceful curves, and a miniskirt on her lower body. A pair of slender legs were exposed, smooth as jade and flawless.
She also saw Luo Haisong. Luo Haisong used to be quite handsome, but now he is very haggard, with a sallow complexion and thin muscles.
"If you treat someone as a male favorite, you will be ruined."
Li Wenchan glanced at it and said calmly.
"The aunt next to him is too ugly. She really deserves it." Wang Yuehan snickered.
..."Hall Master Zhang, the information about the masters who came this time are all here. There are eight masters of external strength and two masters of internal strength. However, there is a Taoist priest. We don't know his origin. There are many
The rich people in Jiang Province all look up to him and call him Zhenren Wang, and even Secretary Zeng who is next to the Governor of Jiang Province follows him!"
In a private room, Hongmen's men were bringing some information to Zhang Haojie.
Large overseas organizations like Hongmen have a fairly large intelligence network.
I have basically figured out which masters there will be tonight.
They couldn't find any information about this Taoist priest who suddenly appeared.
How could they have imagined that Wang Yuanlong had been in a Taoist temple for more than ten years and had never left the mountain. No matter how powerful the Hongmen were, they would not be able to know his background.
"Zhenren Wang? You said they call him Zhenren?"
Zhang Haojie's brows suddenly frowned, "The masters here in China include martial arts masters, Taoist masters, and Buddhist masters. Among the Taoist sects, a real Taoist sect is equivalent to a strong internal strength in martial arts!"
The real people of Taoism and the Arhats of Buddhism are both strong men with internal strength level.
If it is a heavenly master of Taoism or a Dharma king of Buddhism, then it is like a master level.
"The Taoist sects of China practice not martial arts, but Taoism. I wonder what level this Master Wang has achieved in Taoism?"
Even a fourth-level master like Zhang Haojie looked a little solemn.
Mainly in this world, Taoist masters are too rare.
He has fought against many warriors, but there are very few opportunities to fight against Taoist masters.
What's more, this Taoist master is accompanied by the secretary of the Governor of Jiang Province.
They have recently obtained some information and know that the recent Governor of Jiang Province wants to destroy the boxing scene here. It seems that this Zhenren Wang is the support of the Governor of Jiang Province.
"To be able to rely on the governor of Jiang Province, I believe that Master Wang must have real abilities. Fortunately, this time, I also prepared a killer move. Originally, it was Grandmaster Bu Canghai who asked me to use it against Li Wenchan."
Thinking of this, Zhang Haojie felt relieved.
No matter how powerful the Taoist master is, he will still suffer in the face of his trump card!
After a while, the time came to nine o'clock in the evening.
"Hall Master Zhang, the time has come and everyone is here. Do you want to announce the start?"
"Well, I'll host it."
Hall Leader Zhang walked out of the private room, stood at the main seat on the second floor, and said loudly: "I believe that this is not the first time for you all. Everyone should understand the rules of my Hongmen boxing circle. Once you get on stage, you will live or die.
If you place a bet, it will be 50 million per bet, and I, Hongmen, will take 10% of it as a commission. Whether you lose or win, it all depends on your own eyesight, who goes first?"
"I come!"
Following his words, a lean man walked out first.
As soon as he stepped forward, he stood up from the ground, spanning a distance of several meters, and jumped onto the stage like a vigorous leopard.
This man has dark skin, and his words "I'll do it" just now seemed very awkward, with a foreign accent, and he was obviously not Chinese.
"I found this Nanyang man from the underground boxing scene there. In Nanyang, he was nicknamed Boxing Ba, and he was good at Muay Thai. His highest achievement was in the Colosseum, when he beat a three-hundred-pound head to death.
Heavy black bear!”
A rich man stood up and said loudly.
Nanyang, that is, the Southeast Asian generation.
Over there in Nanyang, underground boxing circles are popular, and people often die, and some of them are shady and even more cruel. They are called the Colosseum. This kind of Colosseum is just like the Colosseum in ancient Rome, which allows people to fight with each other.
Beast fight.
Lions, tigers, black bears, and gorillas will all appear on the field.
This man, in a certain Colosseum, killed a black bear with incomparable cruelty.
"Huh, he's just a Nanyang man. He's so thin and small. I don't believe he's so powerful. He probably just blew it."
A rich man was disdainful, so he sent his masters behind him.
This man was two meters tall and weighed nearly three hundred pounds. The ground shook slightly with every step he took.
"This is the sumo master I found. He is so powerful that ten people can't defeat him. He was rated as a yokozuna three years ago! But he broke the law and was arrested.
I was banned from sumo wrestling, and I had a lot of debt due to gambling, so I had no choice but to agree to come with me."
In sumo wrestling, there are ten levels in total.
Yokozuna is the title of the highest rank. This level is much better than those of the teachers at Gangneung University.
In order to prove the credibility of what he said, he also produced the yokozuna's certificate of honor.
As the two came on the court, betting began on the handicap.
Starting with a bet of 50 million.
People who place bets will obviously win more if they bet on sumo masters.
Because the size difference between the two is really too big.
The Nanyang man is less than 1.7 meters tall and has a lean build, probably weighing just over a hundred pounds. The sumo master weighs nearly three hundred pounds, and his whole body is like a mountain of meat.
Everyone knows that when two people fight, body shape is very important. How can they win with such a big gap?
What's more, one person said he killed a black bear, and who knew if he was bragging? But the other person, holding a certificate, had irrefutable evidence.
"How about we pool our money and make a bet?"
Liu Zicheng and several of his friends were also eager to give it a try.
Although they, the second generation, have money in their families, most of it is still in the hands of their parents. They don't have much at their disposal. For a bet of 50 million, they can only pool the money together.
"Okay, let's beat that sumo master."
They discussed it for a while, and finally Ryuuzicheng made the decision to suppress the sumo master.
"By the way, why didn't Zhiyuan come?"
"I don't know what happened, she seems to be in a bad mood." Liu Zicheng smiled bitterly.
Naturally, he would not have thought that Meng Zhiyuan would be in a low mood after talking to Li Wenchan.
Wait until everyone has placed their bets.
Game start.
That Nanyang man was like a loach on the ring, so nimble that the sumo wrestler couldn't even touch him despite his roar.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang——"
On the contrary, every punch of the Nanyang man was extremely fierce. The punches hit the sumo master's hand, causing the fat on his body to tremble and ripple.
It's just less than ten punches.
The sumo master was beaten until he vomited blood and begged for mercy to admit defeat, but the Nanyang man refused to let him go. He jumped up and punched him in the temple.
The sumo wrestler's body fell to the ground with a bang, twitched a few times, and then lost his voice.
"Dead people."
Some people who came here for the first time were a little pale.
"Damn, I lost."
Several people in Liuzicheng all looked ugly and distressed. Each of them paid an average of more than five million, which was a lot of money for the second generation like them.
Next, the Nanyang man won several games in a row, and the rich man he brought with him was full of joy. At this moment, he had already made hundreds of millions in his account.
"Xue Rou, this opponent is good, let's use him as your opponent, go up and beat him to death!"
Suddenly, Li Wenchan started judoing towards Yang Xue beside him.