Young Master Tang, you didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in this situation. He swore a curse word and stared at the running boy with wide eyes. He remembered that when he was in Jiangcheng, this boy lived with his master Zhou Xiazi in Zishan Village. Why?
Appearing here? Zhou Xiazi was known as the best master in Jiangcheng back then. Even after he was defeated by Xu Qing, he still had a friendship.
Things have changed, who would have thought that the young master of the Liu family, who was once the richest man in the world, would end up crossing the ocean to fight for his life in a casino. It was an accident that Tang Dashan was missing. Liu Xiaohu grew taller and stronger, but
His childish face clearly shows that he is still a teenager, and he should be studying hard in school instead of appearing in a boxing ring full of bloody violence.
Xu Qing also recognized the young man named Liu Xiaohu. He didn't expect to meet him here. The world is really too small. Liu Xiaohu trotted all the way to the metal cage. He also saw the two brothers. Before entering the cage door, he asked
The two of them smiled slightly, and there seemed to be something called helplessness in their smiles.
The rickety Arab ghoul is a head taller than Hu Zi, and his body is more than twice as wide. On the surface, there is no comparison between the two. Putting these two people together to fight would be a bit of a strong man bullying a kindergarten kid.
taste.
Liu Xiaohu didn't seem to be afraid of the ghoul in front of him. He scanned his opponent with his big black eyes, as if he was looking for some weakness. After looking at him for about half a minute, a look of disdain appeared on the corner of Xiaohu's mouth.
Laughing, this guy already has a good chance of winning.
The drake voice on the ceiling chattered non-stop again. In addition to introducing the characteristics of the two boxers, he also talked about the betting odds. It was just to attract more gamblers to gamble. Ordinary people could tell just by looking at the appearance.
There is no way a tiger can be the opponent of a ghoul, except of course Xu Qing and Young Master Tang. They all know that this guy is the apprentice of Blind Man Zhou, and the apprentice of an ancient warrior is not a fool.
Young Master Tang hooked Xu Qing's shoulders and said in a low voice: "It's weird, why did this kid come here to do some black boxing? I must catch him and question him after the fight is over."
Xu Qing nodded and said, "Do you still remember that time when you went to Liu's house to do some black boxing?" As he spoke, he reached out and took out a cigarette from his pocket, held one in his mouth, and put one to his elder brother's mouth.
Young Master Tang lowered his head and bit the butt of the cigarette, and whispered: "Of course I remember, my leg was broken by a kid, and it was you who helped me get revenge. Now, if there are hundreds or dozens of kid brothers, they can all think the same thing."
They were all chopped off."
Xu Qing smiled and said: "Thanks to Blind Zhou and this guy named Hu Zi that time, otherwise my revenge would not have been so smooth for you. Speaking of which, I still owe him a favor."
Young Master Tang nodded and said: "In your opinion, who has a greater chance of winning in this boxing match? I think that Arab ghoul is a bit evil, but I can't tell what's wrong with him specifically."
Xu Qing blinked his eyelids and quickly scanned the Arab ghoul's body with his clairvoyant eyes. The expression on his face suddenly became serious. Even though this ugly guy was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, in fact, he still had something hidden on his body.
I hope he doesn't use some vicious things, otherwise he will surely suffer the consequences.
"Brother, don't you want to place a bet? Take Boss Huo with you. Don't be too aggressive. Just bet tens of millions." Xu Qing expressed his attitude in another way, placing a heavy bet to win.
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Young Master Tang smiled faintly, turned around and pulled Huo Zhenkang towards the betting table. When Xu Qing saw the manager with the tiger tattoo, his shoulders shook, and his eyes immediately stared like cow bells.
Xu Qing didn't know whether the bet would be successful, but he would definitely stay and watch the boxing match. The Arab Ghoul was really a good trickster. His two extra-thick arms were fake. In fact,
It is a piece of gel that looks like skin, with a row of retractable hollow awl nails hidden inside. As long as it pricks the person's skin, the ultra-high-pressure shrinking medicine bag under the awl nail will be triggered, and the medicine will be injected into the opponent instantly.
Wound.
It is unknown what kind of medicine is in the medicine bag. It is definitely not a good thing. If it encounters a warrior without protective Gang Qi, it will definitely play an extremely terrifying role. Xu Qing’s purpose of staying here is not to win a lot of money, but mainly because
In order to help Xiaohu at the right time, you must not sit back and watch him suffer.
The drake voice on the ceiling began to announce the deadline, and the boxing match was about to begin. Gamblers who wanted to place bets should seize the last moment, otherwise they would miss the opportunity.
Young Master Tang, who went to place a bet, did not come back. Xu Qing could only stand there smoking a cigarette and waiting, thinking to himself that this guy must have encountered some trouble when placing bets, and he didn't know if he could solve it smoothly.
Just as he was thinking about it, two low coughs came from behind. Xu Qing turned around and saw an old blind man. He had not seen him for a long time and his appearance was completely unrecognizable. The wrinkles on his face were so wrinkled that they could pinch him.
Ant, his originally few white hair had completely fallen out, age spots were almost covering his entire face, and the back of his hand that was leaning on a cane was not spared either. This was an old blind man who was about to die.
Blind Man Zhou hunched his back and moved forward tremblingly step by step. He coughed as he walked. The gamblers all consciously moved out of the way. These days, the old man cannot be touched. Even if he falls, they cannot come forward.
Give me a hand, otherwise the consequences will be serious.
Liu Xiaohu, who was in the metal cage, also saw his master. The expression on his face suddenly changed, and he suddenly became nervous. However, the door of the cage was locked, and he could not wait until the winner of the boxing match was decided. A sign appeared on his forehead.
With layers of dense beads of sweat, he rushed forward two steps and clasped the grid with his fingers, shouting: "Grandpa, why are you here?"
Zhou Xiazi trembled all over and stopped, tilting his head to listen for a moment. Tears actually flowed from his gray eyes. He walked quickly forward on crutches, following the sound, but he stumbled under his feet and was about to fall to the ground.
The big hand reached out at the right time and held his body firmly.
"Senior, do you still remember the boy who fished with you by the reservoir? Sharpen your sword instead of sharpening the awl, and sharpen the awl to make a small profit." Xu Qing revealed his identity in a low voice. This former Xuanjing warrior was injured by his hands and ended up like this.
The evening scene was so desolate, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty when I met the master and apprentice by chance today.
Zhou Xiazi's dry lips trembled twice, and he said in a trembling voice: "You are, you are Xu Qing, Wang Tiangang's disciple..." His voice suddenly changed to urgent: "Huzi, my Huzi, cough cough..."
My throat was clogged and I coughed again.
Xu Qing quickly patted the blind man Zhou Zhou's back with his hand, and a stream of positive yang energy poured into the old man's body from Laogong point, rushed up his throat, pushed a piece of old phlegm out of his mouth, and whispered advice in his mouth
: "Don't worry, Huzi is fine. He will be able to come and accompany you later."