This is the information of the two boxers in the second match. After listening to Fan Ziran read it out, Liu Lang smiled slightly and waved to a young Chinese man wearing waiter's clothes who was standing two meters away. "Little brother,
come here."
The little waiter was obviously still a young boy. He didn't know whether he was too focused on the upcoming fighting match or whether he didn't understand Liu Lang's sudden Chinese words. He was stunned for several seconds before he hurriedly ran over to take the food respectfully.
He replied with a strong southern accent: "What are your instructions, guest?"
"What's going on? Are you deaf? I called you for a long time before you agreed. Boy, apologize quickly." The American cousin reprimanded the slightly slow-responsive Chinese waiter in English.
"It's like this, guest, it might have been too noisy just now, and you were speaking in northern Chinese dialect. I didn't hear it clearly at the moment." The waiter ignored his superior American cousin and took the initiative to explain to Liu Lang.
Obviously, this Chinese guy is very hard-boned and doesn't have a good impression of Americans.
"Haha, in the United States, we Chinese are all fellow countrymen. Don't be nervous, little fellow, what are your names?" Liu Lang said in an old-fashioned way, slightly amused.
"My name is Zhou Dapeng." The waiter looked at the fat fellow in front of him speechlessly.
Judging from his appearance, he is definitely a few years older than this one. It's almost enough for the little fellow to call him by himself.
However, considering that he had to go through a lot of trouble with his uncle to sneak in as a waiter in order to broaden his horizons, Zhou Dapeng temporarily tolerated the fat fellow's peddling his old age.
"Well, give me a suggestion. Between these two boxers, who do you think will win?" Liu Lang said with a smile.
If he started calling the waiter a temporary impetus, Liu Lang actually fell in love with this fellow Chinese after he showed the strong character that a Chinese should have. No matter where he is, Chinese people should have such strong character.
"I think so!" After hearing what Liu Lang said, Zhou Dapeng was obviously eager to give it a try. However, thinking about his current status, he suppressed his excitement and said cautiously: "This still requires your own judgment as a guest. I
But I can’t help you make the decision.”
"Haha, don't call me a guest. Just call me Liu Lang. Just say what you say. I believe that my fellow countrymen will never cheat my fellow countrymen, right?" Liu Lang said with a smile.
"Okay, then I'll give you some advice. I think so! Our Chinese boxer will win. My grandfather said that Chinese Kung Fu is unparalleled in the world." Zhou Dapeng is obviously also a person of temperament, and he always talks to Liu Lang.
For this reason, I didn’t hesitate and just said my favorite candidate.
However, it is also obvious that the young waiter still has a nationalistic flavor to some extent, which is consistent with his age and personality.
"Okay, then I'll listen to you." Liu Lang nodded nonchalantly, turned to Fan Ziran and said, "Let Xiao Luozi use all the cash in the suitcase to win against the Chinese boxer."
Did he fall into the trap so easily? "Xiao Luozi" actually knew very well. His old acquaintance San Chengshan told him that the winning rate of the Muay Thai champion is as high as 70%.
However, whenever he hears the name Xiao Luozi, his American cousin always feels quite resentful even if the design is successful. This nickname of Xiao Luozi is definitely his lingering nightmare. Anyway, he is sure that he
I have never seen such a shameless person in my life. He gives people the nickname "FUCK MM" at will and in such a vulgar way. It always reminds people of a creature like a mule.
"Guest, no, Brother Liu, how much did you invest? What I said may not be right!" Zhou Dapeng, who has a good personality, looked at his good-looking American cousin and carried a suitcase to place bets at Liu Lang's instruction.
Suddenly I felt a little unsure.
"Not much, that suitcase is too small." Liu Lang said casually.
"Three hundred thousand." Chen Yunfa, who had been sitting coolly and silently, suddenly spoke up.
"Three hundred thousand?" Zhou Dapeng was obviously shocked by the amount. After being stunned for a long time, he said, "Three hundred thousand marks or rubles?"
According to the exchange rate, if it were US$30,000, this amount would be acceptable to Zhou Dapeng.
"When you come to the United States, of course you use a beautiful knife." Liu Lang glanced at the overseas fellow who was the first overseas fellow he met here with a half-smile.
"&￥#@#￥￥" Zhou Dapeng obviously couldn't accept the excitement of having three hundred thousand dollars bet out just because he said one word, so he muttered in incomprehensible southern Chinese dialect.
"Brother Liu, if you lose, don't blame me!" Zhou Dapeng was sweating profusely and looked at Liu Lang with a grimace.
"Haha, even if we lose, what does it matter? There's still one more game. Just win it again at the end." Liu Lang smiled slightly and said nonchalantly.
Putting aside the struggles of the poor temporary waiter, as the lights in the venue gradually dimmed and the lights above the ring brightened, the fighting match was about to begin.
A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked to the center of the ring. At the same time, all the lights in the venue were turned off. When a burst of exclamation sounded, three rows of bright lights suddenly turned on, all aimed at the ring.
Reveal every detail of the irradiation above.
It has to be said that in order to attract more gamblers, this underground boxing gym is quite organized, which makes Liu Lang feel like he has returned to modern times and watched the martial arts style of Henan Province TV.
"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to watch the unregulated fighting match held at Hongyun Boxing Gym. I believe this is not the first time for many of my friends. I won't say much more here. I hope my friends can spend time here.
Have an unforgettable night!" After the middle-aged man said a few brief opening remarks in English, he immediately lengthened his tone and shouted loudly: "The second fighting match is about to take place. The two sides are Wu from the mysterious Eastern China.
Ma Teng, the shadow-legged magician, and the Muay Thai king Bocha from the hometown of Muay Thai...
Muay Thai King Bocha is familiar to old friends, but a little unfamiliar to new friends. He fought on this field for a year and five months two years ago, and achieved 30 wins and 3 losses, and 15 times in 20 seconds.
With an amazing record of KOing his opponent, he withdrew from the no-rules boxing match due to an accidental serious injury, but two years later he came back under the warm invitation of our Hongyun Boxing Gym. Will he be able to rebuild his past when he returns to the boxing ring?
Where is the glory? We will wait and see.
We are all very familiar with Wuying Shen Ma Teng. He has been the star of our arena in the past few months. His record of nine wins and one defeat in ten games also proves his strength. Today's fighting match is destined to be
A battle between dragons and tigers! The odds have been distributed to everyone. You can buy the winning or losing according to your own judgment. The betting time ends three minutes before the start of the game. Friends, please hurry up and bet!"
The middle-aged man's inflammatory words successfully stirred up the atmosphere in the venue. The upcoming fighting match filled the faces of the well-dressed men and women with enthusiasm, and their breathing seemed to be much faster than usual. Because,
Not only the blood splattered in the no-holds-barred fight can stimulate people's adrenaline surge, but also the betting involved with it.
A bet of 10,000 U.S. dollars, the smallest bet here, is the total income of an ordinary American in the past five years, and the total income of an ordinary Chinese worker in 25 years without food or drink. But Liu Lang rarely sees people with only
Many of the gamblers who came to bet with a stack of American knives, like Liu Lang, came with suitcases. There were more than 100 people here, even if the seats were not full.
Undoubtedly, this is not only a life and death contest, but more importantly, a gamble of millions of dollars. The strength of this Chinese gangster who controls the underground boxing gym is even beyond Liu Lang's imagination.
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Especially the word Hong, it is difficult not to remind Liu Lang of the famous Chinese gang that migrated from China to America a hundred years ago, an absolute predator, and a predator among the mafia gangs.
"Now let's invite the first contestant to appear, Muay Thai King Baka..." As the host shouted in a long tone, the lights on the ring were also extinguished, and a bright light lit up at the same time.
Target the boxers' lounge ten meters away from the ring.
A man with a typical Southeast Asian height, no taller than 1.75 meters, but with copper-colored muscles standing there with his hands hanging down. When the light shined on him, he opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of white teeth, smiling in a rather scary way.
As the lamp post moved forward, the strong Muay Thai boxing champion trotted all the way to the edge of the ring. He slightly bent his knees, jumped into the air, and leaped onto the three-meter-high steel guardrail. He then used his strength on top and performed a front somersault in the air.
, jumped over the three-meter-high guardrail and landed directly on the ring.
There was thunderous cheers in the audience. This move showed the unparalleled strength of his leg muscles. He is worthy of being a boxer with the reputation of Muay Thai King.
"My dear, is this guy here to juggle? He's quite good at jumping." Fan Ziran smacked his tongue at the side.
Obviously, he doesn't have much favorable impression of this foreign boxer who loves to show off.
Liu Lang smiled slightly. This guy from Southeast Asia not only has good skills, but also a good mind. He uses this move to build momentum for himself. The victory or defeat of a master's battle is only a matter of millimeters. With this momentum, he will naturally dominate
Advantage.
From this point of view, he is indeed a ruthless character who has won thirty games.