As one of the best hotels in Jianghai, the Guyuan Hotel has always been famous for its luxury and complete facilities. The interior of the entire hotel is like a small resort city. Throughout the thirty-two-story hotel building, there are various Among them, restaurants, entertainment rooms, gyms, indoor gardens, and arena branches, most of the daily needs of residents can be met here, including the high-end call girls and the underground rooms that everyone knows tacitly. Large casino.
Since Siriwang's Muay Thai team came to Jianghai, they basically train in the largest fitness hall on the first floor of the hotel every night. This type of venue is fully open and has all kinds of fitness equipment. As long as it is the hotel's All guests can go in and use it. In fact, the hotel has complete facilities, and there were originally medium-sized rooms that could be used by these people alone. However, Siriwang and others still insisted on exercising in the public practice area in the lobby, and often followed People's martial arts competitions are also conducted in such a public environment in the hall, so every time these people come to practice, they will attract the attention of many people training in the hall.
At this time, the atmosphere inside the entire large fitness venue was somewhat depressing.
"We're going to fight again..."
"What happened this time..."
"These damn Thai Asans..."
"Ah San is from India..."
From far and near, people exercising on fitness equipment looked to one side of the venue. Yihong Martial Arts School was quite famous in Jianghai. At this time, a large group of people were confronting the group of Thais. In the middle was a man named A judo competition venue made of tatami mats. In the past, when some fitness bosses occasionally disagreed with each other, they would have the habit of asking their bodyguards to compete here, with a group of people shouting and placing bets. This type of competition is much safer than underground boxing. , after the bodyguards fought, the bosses laughed away their grudges, and maybe they could become good friends in the future. When Siriwang played the first few games in public, there were many onlookers and cheers, but then this gang The Thais are too arrogant, which makes everyone lose their favor. However, there is nothing we can do if we can't defeat him.
Most of the people training here at this time are wealthy businessmen from other places, and of course there are also people from Jianghai. Most of them have some connections and wealth. The first one or two games can be regarded as watching, but then the game is unwinnable. This is a matter related to the national honor. People gathered together in twos and threes, looking at the confrontation over there, most of them discussing with unkind expressions.
"Can anyone hire some useful people to kill their prestige? Boss Wang, didn't you say there are some masters among your bodyguards..."
"That's right. Don't you always say that those who have retired from the special forces who have been on the battlefield are different from ordinary people who practice martial arts? If they work alone, the special forces can win the world championship. You call the best and settle this. Help the Thai guys, I’ll give you a bonus of 500,000 yuan..."
"Mr. Fu, it's enough for the special forces to fight ordinary champions. Do you think I don't want to teach him a lesson? The man whose hand was broken last Friday is said to be their instructor..."
"This Shiriwang is different from ordinary boxers. He has also experienced life and death. It is said that he started Muay Thai in elementary school. Later, his family conditions were too poor and he went to Israel to serve as a soldier. After several years of training. Only then did he gain the reputation of a Muay Thai master..."
"Damn it, what's going to happen if he continues to be so arrogant? We're almost going to lose our face... When I go back and spend money to hire a monk from the Shaolin Temple to come down..."
"Monks in Shaolin Temple generally don't fight like this. I think this matter is probably planned by the higher authorities. How can the country bear this tone? It's not impossible for the army to single out one of them to fight with him...
"
"Yeah, yeah, this time when Fang Zhitian came over, I heard rumors that one of his bodyguards seemed to be the top master of the National Security Bureau. I heard Boss Nie mention it, but I didn't pay attention at the time. I don't know if it was
Really, could it be that you came here just to fight this Siriwang?"
"I think it's possible. Let's see how this Thai guy dies!"
"But it looks like this today...sigh..."
It is said that the reason for what happened today was because a certain Muay Thai boy went to Yihong Martial Arts School to declare a challenge and injured a martial arts disciple. The teacher who was in charge was not there at the time. The reason for coming here at this time was to "ask for an explanation".
", but for such people, Siliwang has always adhered to the principle of fighting before talking about it. The other side was aggressive, and the martial arts school was so aroused that their faces changed. The apprentices were all looking at the master of that gym. That gym
The master was still silent, presumably because he knew he couldn't beat him, but when faced with something like this, he had no choice but to go out and fight. If he was timid, how could he keep this martial arts gym open in the future?
The commentators in the gym sighed for a while for the people in the martial arts hall. At the entrance of the fitness hall, a group of hotel waiters gathered there. Similar things had been going on in the hotel for half a month. At this time, they knew
The fight was about to start again, and several security guards at the door were looking in and talking indignantly. When the foreman came from a distance, they dispersed like birds and beasts. At this time, the martial arts people beside the field
The owner of the hall finally couldn't help but stood up.
The martial arts school is called Yihong, and the owner of the gym is actually called He Yihong. Although I have won some gold and silver medals in martial arts competitions in my previous martial arts school, the so-called martial arts is actually only about strengthening the body. Of course, after practicing to this
, his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, and he can kill ten bullies with his bare hands, but there is still a big gap compared to Muay Thai warriors trained with the most cruel methods. The reason why he is still ready to fight is because there are so many
In front of the disciple, he definitely couldn't lose face, and secondly, he was really angry because from the beginning to the end, Siriwang, who was sitting in the back, never looked at him seriously.
Wearing a Nike brand sports uniform, the Muay Thai master in his thirties was sitting at the back of the crowd, holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand and looking attentively. He looked handsome, with healthy wheat-colored skin and a well-shaped face.
Like a knife cutting an ax, he has a cold temperament that is enough to make most women feel good. At this time, he is sitting upright, his body only moves when turning the pages of a book, and the rest of the time he is like a stone sculpture. The other party comes to negotiate, but
The one who came forward was always his eldest disciple Tilapa, a young man who was already moving around in the field.
"Mr. Siriwang, since you have to beat me before talking, then there is nothing I can do. Please give me some advice!"
On the opposite side, He Yihong gritted his teeth and prepared to die. It was only at this moment that Siliwang withdrew his eyes from the Buddhist scriptures for the first time and looked over: "Mr. He, your level is not worthy of my action. To defeat my disciples
, even if you win."
"you……"
"Hey, Master He, don't hesitate. Please come on." Interrupting He Yihong's anger, the young man standing in the venue wearing a yellow training uniform laughed mockingly, clasped his hands and bowed, "You have to know, everyone
They are all practicing martial arts, and who is right and who is wrong can only be considered after having fought... Sa! Wa! Di! Ka!"
"Okay, I'll teach you a lesson first and then..."
He Yihong's face was full of anger. He unzipped his coat and was about to take off his clothes to play. One of his disciples ran over from behind: "Master, Teacher Ye is here. He asked you not to fight." He ran after him.
It was a middle-aged man who was also wearing casual sportswear. He looked burly and gave people the first impression that he should be a very fierce person. However, those eyes were not ferocious in any way. He Yihong
When I looked at him, I was stunned for a moment: "Ye Han, why are you here?"
"My sister-in-law called me and Jingxian and said that you came to fight with Thai people. She almost cried on the phone. My wife asked me to come over quickly. Please, Lao He, why are you so impulsive at your age?
…”
"Where am I impulsive? I'm here to reason!"
"I see that you have already taken off your clothes and are ready to rush forward..."
"But they won't be reasonable."
"There's no need to fight. We're in a legal society now. Martial arts training is for physical strength and self-defense. Do you know that it's pointless to fight for this kind of morale? Besides..." Ye Han lowered his voice, "It's not nice to say it.
Master Ma, Master Chen, they are really capable people. Didn’t they find a special forces coach to come over? Now they are all lying in the hospital with broken bones..."
"Then I have to endure it? Ye Han, you have always had a meek personality, so you can't do it well if you open a small martial arts gym... Oh, I don't mean to say that to you, but my martial arts gym is so big now,
Can I retreat? Now that my disciple has been beaten, I can't retreat even if I do. Don't try to persuade me. Today's fight is going to happen no matter what. Otherwise, what do you think I should do..."
Many times, a man's reputation is as big as the sky, but the two of them were brothers when they were studying martial arts. They have been friends for so many years, which is a rare friendship. Therefore, He Yihong did not insist on saying "you look down on me"
Such words. Ye Han sighed, not knowing what to say. Although his personality was indifferent and he never advocated this kind of one-on-one martial arts competition, he also knew that there were many times when such fights were unavoidable. He Yihong's martial arts gym has already
He is so old. If he doesn't fight this time, how many disciples will be willing to learn martial arts from him in the future? Although he talks about strengthening his body, most young people have the idea that they can defeat others after practicing martial arts. But
What about the beating? It was clear that he couldn't beat him, but after the apprentice was beaten, the master came to his door and was beaten. It was hard to call the police. This feeling was really depressing.
The two talked here for a while, but several Thais came over and led a woman who looked like a reporter to Siriwang. When the leading Thai man said to Siriwang
While talking, the Muay Thai master who had been reading Buddhist scriptures with a serious face closed the book. For the first time, he had a slightly gentle smile on his face. He said a few words and nodded. He was probably being interviewed in China. For him,
It was a feeling that I hadn't seen for a long time. The female reporter wearing a black coat also looked into the venue at this time, stayed at Ye Han for a few seconds, and frowned slightly.
On the other hand, seeing the chatter between the two people, the man practicing Muay Thai on the field finally lost his patience: "You two haven't agreed yet? By the way... Ye Han? I remember that he was also in Jianghai City.
It’s on the list of martial arts gyms. Is your home also a martial arts gym? Let’s come together.” He can become Xiliwang’s top disciple, so his qualifications are certainly not bad. Since he has planned to fight all over the country this time, he has already done it before.
He got a list of all the martial arts schools in Jianghai City, and he actually wrote down everyone's names.
Since he had just arrived here and could not hear the previous conversation, Ye Han frowned: "Are you Master Siriwang? You shouldn't be the one to say this, right?"
"You are qualified to fight against my master only after you beat me! But I think you can fight together."
"Ye Han, don't interfere." He Yihong said, stepping onto the competition ground first. "No matter how well I fight, this matter has nothing to do with you, Ye Han, but I don't think I will be so weak that I can't even do it."
Even his disciples can’t defeat him!”
He smiled, stretched his muscles, and stepped forward. The man named Tilapa also smiled and shook his head. He clasped his hands together again and bowed. His eyes had become emotionless and indifferent. At this time.
At the back of the venue, the female reporter seemed to have said something. Several people around her looked a little surprised. Siriwang also frowned and stood up. Then, footsteps sounded in the already quiet space, and the woman turned around.
He walked directly onto the competition field. For a moment, the people around him, as well as He Yihong and Tilapa in the venue, stopped with some doubts. It was obviously an unethical behavior to step onto the competition field during such a duel.
, but she is a beauty... Although Muay Thai fighters all have good psychological qualities and will never care about the gender of the opponent when they start fighting, it is impossible to throw them out like this.
"Miss Jane." The person standing next to Siriwang shouted in the background, "I don't know what's wrong with your brother and Mr. Siriwang. I think this must be a misunderstanding... Well, even if it's not, this
You can also sit down and talk about things..."
The woman did not stop, with her hands in her trouser pockets. She walked towards Tilapa in front of her, her footsteps making a rustling sound on the tatami: "Anyone who wants to talk to Mr. Siriwang must be beaten first..."
…I came here to fight.”
Siriwang frowned: "Miss reporter, this is not a joke."
"So you're a reporter?" Looking at the woman approaching step by step, Tirappa spread his hands helplessly, "I have to remind you. Beautiful reporter lady, in Thailand, if you stop a duel, you will be beaten. Even if you are
Women, you have to be mentally prepared to be beaten before setting foot on the duel field, you..."
"So are you ready?" He said calmly, and the woman stood half a meter in front of him. Although judging by women's standards, she was already tall, but she was nearly 1.9 meters taller than him.
Pa Lailai was a head shorter, but for some reason, when the woman stood still in front of him, he felt a little at a loss. Then, the woman turned her eyes to He Yihong: "You can go down now."
"But..." At this time, people practicing far and near became curious about the scene here. They originally thought it was a scene where the master of the martial arts gym was being beaten, but who knew that a beautiful woman suddenly appeared and seemed to be beating him?
After the competition ended, there was a lot of discussion everywhere. Just as Tilapa was about to speak, the woman looked at him indifferently and repeated: "I said! Are you ready? Take action when you are ready!"
She was wearing a pair of glasses at this time, with her hands casually in her trouser pockets. She looked like a cold, intellectual beauty, but she didn't look like she was going to fight with anyone. Tilapa's face changed several times, and she spoke Chinese word by word.
He said: "I'm not kidding you!" On the side, several skinny men who learned Muay Thai from Siriwang were already shouting in Thai.
"Brother, teach this woman a lesson!"
"Hit her!"
"Such a woman won't learn well without being taught a lesson..."
"Let her know it hurts!"
In the midst of the noise, the two of them faced off quietly. Under the woman's indifferent gaze, the nervousness in Tilapa's heart had already condensed. The honor of Muay Thai and dueling should not be taken lightly. He must teach this woman a lesson.
... Even he himself didn't notice that all kinds of complicated thoughts came up in this faint gaze, and his mood completely lost the calmness needed for Muay Thai. Finally, the woman closed her eyes.
The sound that sounded at that moment could be heard throughout the venue.
"Take action!"
There was a lot of noise in the venue just now. After this cold female voice, it suddenly became quiet. It was as if someone suddenly shouted in the ear. It was a frightening emotion. At the same time, in the venue, Tila
Pa yelled and took action uncontrollably.
Everyone knew that he made the move, but except for a Muay Thai master like Siriwang, probably no one knew how he made the move, because at the next moment, his body flew to the side like a cannonball.
.
The moment he took action, the woman stretched out her right hand and threw him directly to the side like a garbage bag. The Thai man, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, completely lost it at that moment.
Ability to resist.
In the sight of everyone, the woman just waved casually, and the man in front of her disappeared. The next moment, there was a bang, and three treadmills more than ten meters away collided with each other, and both of them fell to the ground.
, some detachable parts on the treadmill were flying around, and Tirapa's body appeared among the pile of steel parts. He struggled a few times, but couldn't move no matter what. He spit out blood from his mouth, and the bones of his left hand were completely broken.
The broken bones were stabbed directly from under the skin, bringing with them thick blood and minced flesh, forming an unspeakable scene of horror. The world became quiet...