The face of the Japanese swordsman who is still showing off...
How should I put it? Although there was no obvious change, almost everyone could feel that that person's mood was definitely not as calm as he showed.
The middle finger that the fat Chinese man raised arrogantly was full of insult no matter how you looked at it, even if most people present did not understand the meaning.
"Mr. Liu, what you are doing is against the rules...and Nicholas Caesar may not give you the position that originally belongs to him. He is an extremely proud Russian." San Chengshan is very sophisticated and still wants to
Then I tried to persuade Liu Lang, who was obviously a little "impulsive".
He knew very well that a person who could be treated so seriously by a branch president of an American bank, especially a Chinese, if something happened in the place he was in charge of, the consequences would definitely not be his little one.
What the steward can bear.
"Haha, Laosan, I will not let Hongyun Boxing Gym suffer. If you are still not at ease, how about changing the method. Your boxing gym will continue to be the boss and I will fight the Japanese. However, the five million US dollars
I have to beat myself to win, and the odds are determined by your boxing gym. As for the Russians, I'll take care of it myself. That's it." Liu Lang patted Chengshan's shoulder and said,
Walked straight to the ring.
San Chengshan couldn't help but stare blankly at a middle-aged man sitting on the other side who was wearing a robe and had never spoken a word.
The squinting middle-aged man nodded slightly, obviously more agreeing with Liu Lang's latter statement.
No matter how strong Liu Lang appears, as one of the top Chinese gangs in the American continent, Liu Lang will never let Liu Lang take over the throne, even if he can easily throw out a five million cash check, even if it is a
The deputy hall master who was sitting here was alarmed.
But today’s village, Hongyun Boxing Gym must be located.
With the approval of the top person in charge of the place, San Chengshan put his mind at ease and hurriedly called for someone to arrange the odds and the next gambling game.
As for whether the unexpectedly fat Chinese man is going to die on his own, San Chengshan can't care about that at the moment.
After all, just having a lot of money can't scare you away from Chinatown's overwhelmingly powerful Hip Sing Tong, the first lobby under Hongmen.
Ichiro Kameda sat down triumphantly, waiting for the top master of the Black Dragon Society on the stage to chop the hateful fat Chinese man into eight pieces.
On Liu Lang's side, apart from Zhou Dapeng, who looked anxious but helpless, and his American cousin who looked at Liu Lang's back with a despairing look, Chen Yunfa and Mr. Fan sat in their seats with determination and waited.
Liu Tuanzuo showed off his power.
Mr. Fan, who had experienced the pirate ship hijacking incident, absolutely admired Liu Tuanzuo's strength from the bottom of his heart. Ever since he saw Liu Tuanzuo carrying nearly 300 kilograms of burning oil drums rushing out of the cabin,
After you come out, you are simply not a human being, but a god, right?
It can be said that whether it is the Russian warriors who have already demonstrated their terrifying force value or the Japanese swordsmen who show off their skills as soon as they come to power, they are unable to compete with Liu Tuanzuo in the eyes of Mr. Fan. At least, they are absolutely incapable.
They killed a hundred armed pirates with submachine guns, but Liu Tuanzuo did it in three days and two nights.
Moreover, no one was left alive.
As for Chen Yunfa, let alone that. Liu Tuanzuo is the strongest warrior he has ever seen. If even he can't deal with that little devil, then no one in China can.
The punters were a little dumbfounded. A fat Chinese man who was obviously very rich actually took the initiative to fight with others in a ring where he could die at any time. This was really unscientific. Is there a pit in his head or is there water in his brain?
Anyway, from the standpoint of these Westerners, they cannot understand Liu Lang's choice. Only when they wait a few more years, until the all-out war begins, may they understand that in order to find survival for their nation,
In this soil, life may not be so precious. And hatred can only be washed away with blood.
People in the stands had different thoughts, but Liu Lang strode onto the ring, opened the iron door and walked in.
Looking at the Russian soldier who looked at him with confusion, Liu Lang smiled slightly and said, "Brother, your mission is over. You can leave now. That Japanese is mine."
"You, bad, can't do it." Nicholas Caesar was stunned for a moment, then shook his head seriously, and said a few Chinese words in a very strange accent.
Obviously, the Russian soldier who had worked for a Chinese gang boss for fifteen years could still understand some Chinese, but his expressive ability was slightly lacking and he could only use simple vocabulary to express what he meant. However, Liu Lang could not
You could hear some contempt, because from his expression, Liu Lang felt that he was telling the truth.
Liu Lang didn't have any bad feelings towards Nicholas Caesar, who was also a soldier. Now he was even more fond of the Russian soldier who looked very down-to-earth. He smiled softly: "Haha, man, how can you say no? You are very good, yes
An excellent soldier, let's shake hands first."
Facing Liu Lang's extended hand, the expression on Nicholas Caesar's face was obviously surprised.
Nicholas Caesar has lived in Chinatown for fifteen years, and he exists more as a fighting machine. Although few Chinese dare to scold him loudly, Nicholas Caesar knows very well that in the eyes of those Chinese, he is just a
A tool, a tool used to kill people. They never regarded him as a warrior or a partner, but more of a fear.
No Chinese had ever looked at him with equal eyes and even offered to shake hands, although this etiquette was unfamiliar to him.
There was some hesitation, but Nicholas Caesar still opened his big hand like a cattail fan, and held Liu Lang's "little hand" that was somewhat slender and white compared to his huge palm.
"Big man, pay attention!" Liu Lang smiled and gradually tightened his hands.
A huge grip force suddenly penetrated the palm of his hand, and Nicholas Caesar, who felt the threat, instinctively reacted with the same sudden force. When he realized that this was not an enemy, when he frowned and looked at Liu Lang, he found that he should have been holding the hand.
Liu Lang, who was in extreme pain, still looked at him with a smile on his face. At the same time, the force in his palms was like waves in the sea, one wave after another, each wave bigger than the last.
It gave him the illusion that if he didn't exert all his strength, his hand would be crushed. Because Nicholas Caesar had already felt a huge pain, which was the most honest reaction of the body.
This fat Chinese man with an unattractive appearance turned out to be a master? A trace of shock flashed across the Russian soldier's face. At that moment, he stopped holding on to his strength and used at least 80% of his strength to tighten his grip.
However, unexpectedly, the power in the hands of the fat Chinese man became stronger and stronger, so strong that Nicholas Caesar gradually used up all his strength to suck milk, and the "little hand" in his palm continued to exert force.
Nicholas Caesar almost stared into the legendary copper bell eyes in China. No matter what fighting skills he had, the power of this fat Chinese man was far beyond him. This magical discovery simply made Nicholas Caesar better than discovering that the fat Chinese man was a possessor.
A master of superb martial arts is still blind.
In the fifteen years he has been in a Chinese gang, it is not that he has never seen Chinese masters, but without exception, they all rely on superb martial arts skills to win. The yellow race's body shape and their unique muscle fibers are destined to give them strength.
Not as good as taller and stronger European Caucasians.
Even in Russia, Nicholas Caesar has not seen many people who are stronger than him. Especially since he has been working hard for the past fifteen years, and his age has also changed from 18 years old to 33 years old now, which is in the prime of life.
, a warrior is at the peak of his physical fitness and skills. He is completely confident enough that there are few people on this planet who can crush him just by sheer strength.
But now, he actually defeated an unspectacular fat Chinese man in terms of strength. Unwilling to accept it, Nicholas Caesar managed to hold on for another seven or eight seconds. The waves of huge force coming from his palm made Nicholas Caesar have to admit,
He is really not as strong as the fat Chinese guy.
Is Chinese Kung Fu really so magical?
At this moment, Nicholas Caesar even began to doubt his life. Could it be that all the people he met in the past ten years were fake Chinese?