Not only were people beaten to death on the field, but they were also killed outside the field.
It wasn't until this moment that everyone in the audience reacted.
Suddenly, women screamed one after another, and the whole boxing gym was in panic.
Only now did San Chengshan know why this fat man standing in the ring dared to walk around with a check that could withdraw five million US dollars in cash. It was because he had this strength. San Chengshan was sure that if he didn't use a gun, he would be able to do it alone.
With cold weapons, even though there were forty guards present at the boxing gym, I'm afraid no one would be able to keep him.
San Chengshan actually didn't know that if guns were used, the forty guards of Hongyun Boxing Gym would probably die faster. Liu Lang with guns was several times scarier than Liu Lang with cold weapons.
Standing in the corner of the boxing gym, Nicholas Caesar was also showing his teeth and taking a breath. What shocked him was not the fighting ability of the fat Chinese, but he had expected it. What shocked him was the fierceness of the Chinese.
, that was a bit more ruthless than the most ferocious soldiers he had ever seen.
If given a choice, Nicholas Caesar hoped not to encounter him on the battlefield. It would be terrible to be an enemy of such a Chinese.
Zhou Dapeng's eyes sparkled with incomparable adoration as he looked at Liu Lang, who was like the God of War in the center of the ring. Yes, he was adoring. In the heart of young Zhou Dapeng, there had always been such a heroic character who could kill Japanese masters in one fell swoop and feel satisfied.
Liu Lang, who killed the Japanese in a grudge, is completely consistent. Especially when he roared while fighting, Zhou Dapeng was even more excited. If his grandfather came to see him, his grandfather, who has always cared about his homeland, would definitely be very happy!
Fortunately, with the efforts of Hongyun Boxing Gym to maintain order and Liu Lang not launching any more attacks, the mood of the gamblers finally stabilized. In addition, Hongyun Boxing won nearly 4 million US dollars.
In order to appease everyone, the hotel refunded 30% of each person's bet according to the amount they had bet.
Now, the gamblers were all happy. They thought they were going to lose, but there was an unexpected surprise. What else is there to say? Quan Dang spent a lot of money to watch a good show of a Chinese fat man's counterattack today.
Phew! Although that fight was short, it was definitely the most exciting fight they had ever seen here.
Simple and crude, it can even be described as cruel.
No one can help but admit that the figure of the Chinese has been deeply imprinted in their minds.
No one would have thought that in San Francisco, the city with the largest Chinese population, the status of the Chinese would be enhanced by a small fighting match. Because, whenever they meet Chinese again, these upper-class Americans can't help but think of that
The extremely cruel Chinese. The Chinese are really scary! And for scary people, everyone will always respect them subconsciously.
Human beings are like this. The so-called respect is always given to creatures that are stronger than themselves. And strength, in addition to sufficient wisdom, is mostly demonstrated by strength.
Liu Tuanzuo used an extremely brutal fighting match to prove to the proud Americans that the Chinese can also be strong enough to make them despair, whether it is wealth or force.
As for the Japanese who was killed on his seat, who among the gamblers who benefited from it cares about his life or death? It would be best if the remaining few are also used as fertilizer in the garden by the Hongyun Boxing Gym. Tonight
The Japanese never showed up again.
On this point, Hongyun Boxing Gym naturally had the same idea as them. If they wanted to avoid causing trouble, they would naturally stop it from happening. Before they could even leave the arena, three Japanese people who were slumped in their seats and pleading were stopped.
The armed guards of the Hongyun Boxing Gym were dragged out like a dead dog. The top master of the Black Dragon Club was dead in the ring. Who would care about the lives of a few minions? Just in time, the flowers in the garden were blooming more and more.
The less vigorous it is.
After all the gamblers had left the venue, the middle-aged man in robes who had not said a word but had a look of horror on his face slowly walked towards the ring and asked, "Who are you?"
"Mr. Liu, this is the deputy head of our Xiesheng Hall, Shangguan Qinghe." San Chengshan hurriedly stepped forward and introduced Liu Lang.
He was afraid that if Liu Lang, who was already red-blooded, would kill the deputy hall master, who was ranked lower than one person among ten thousand people in the hall, the trouble would be huge.
"Xie Sheng Tang, what a great reputation." Liu Lang, whose face was still dripping with the blood spurted by the Japanese swordsman, smiled faintly. Apparently, he didn't take this leader of the largest Chinese gang in the American continent too seriously.
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Of course Liu Lang of Hip Sing Hall knows that. Hongmen, known as the number one Chinese gang, is actually divided into two gangs. One is located in Anliang Hall, New York, a large city in the eastern United States, and the other is in Hip Sing, which is called San Francisco by the Chinese.
Come on, these two halls can be said to be the most powerful Chinese people in the American continent. The person who can become the deputy hall master in Hip Sing Hall will never have less strength than a colonel leader.
However, because they were Chinese but wanted to recruit Japanese samurai to make money for them, Liu Lang would not give such a boss a good look, no matter what reasons he had.
"Your Excellency, I, Shangguan Qinghe, have no ill intentions, but if you are so stingy about even giving me your name, I have to suspect that you are trying to ruin my reputation at the Hip Sheng Hall. Then...even though you have superb martial arts skills, you want to
It's very rare to get out of here." Shangguan Qinghe's face looked a little ugly.
Any person who has been in a position of power for a long time would be so despised by others, I am afraid he would be angry. To be honest, if Liu Lang hadn't had such a shocking fight, there might be some sycophants off the court who would take the initiative to help the boss.
If you go up and cut him, the worst thing you can do is scold him to increase his prestige.
However, no one dares. Liu Lang has just used facts to prove that anyone who offends him will not end well. Who dares to join in stupidly? If he is really going to be beaten to death, he may die in vain.
Anyone who can be the younger brother is also a bunch of characters who have evil eyes. Those who have no eyes will have died in the "battle" in the gang turf war. The battles in the underground world are far more dependent on politicians than those on the ground.
It's easier and more cruel to talk nonsense and then stab someone in the back.
"Haha, my name is Liu Lang. I haven't hid it from anyone from the beginning." Liu Lang thought for a while and finally decided to give this arrogant deputy hall leader some face.
After all, this is the territory of the Chinese, and Liu Lang cannot simply kill them like he did the Japanese.
"Liu Lang? This name seems a bit familiar." Shangguan Qinghe frowned slightly and looked at Sancheng Mountain.
San Chengshan shook his head. Obviously, he really didn't know where Liu Lang came from. At least there was absolutely no such person in San Francisco.
"Let's go, let's go, don't be impulsive! You are all Chinese. If you have anything to say, please speak up. He is the colonel commander in the newspaper about the battle between China and Japan." Seeing the increasing number of guards at the Hongyun Boxing Gym, he became more and more nervous.
The frightened American cousin quickly shouted in English to Sanchengshan.
Let’s talk about it later, my American cousin is afraid that this Chinese gang will kill his group, but he knows that even though his Ross family is very powerful in the United States, in the eyes of these ruthless Chinese, they really don’t mean anything.
, kill him, and find a scapegoat to take the blame, his death will be in vain.
As soon as he said this, the whole place fell into silence.
Everyone in the Hongyun Boxing Gym was stunned, including the deputy hall leader.
The colonel who led thousands of people to defeat the Japanese Eighth Division is standing here? That national hero?
Yes! Perhaps only such a brave man can lead his men to create such a myth! Looking at the fat Chinese man who was still standing upright under the light and covered in blood, everyone seemed to have some understanding.
No wonder he is so cruel to the Japanese.
No wonder he was so rude to the deputy hall leader whom he had just met for the first time.
That's because he is Chinese, a Chinese soldier, and a Chinese soldier who resists the invasion of foreign invaders.
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(Today is a big chapter, solved in one chapter.)
I have to say that not only my American cousin, but also Liu Tuanzuo did not know that his name would be so resounding among the Chinese.
Of course Liu Lang also read Time Magazine. Although it was because the news changed hands, not only did his name change to Cowherd, but even the battle process became somewhat unrecognizable, becoming completely Western-style.
The story of a hero with a big sword and a group of boys slashing Voldemort wildly,
Fortunately, in this era, there is no prejudice against the name "Cowherd" passed from a certain island country, otherwise Liu Tuanzuo would definitely sue that irresponsible reporter. Poor translation will really cause misunderstandings. As for the battle, there are also some discrepancies.
, Liu Lang had no choice but to choose to follow the reading habits of Western nations.
Worshiping individual heroism has always been the greatest hobby of the American people. General Patton, who was later promoted to the altar, actually only fought more than 60 battles, large and small. If placed in China, just in terms of the number of battles, regardless of the Kuomintang or the Communist Party,
There are countless generals who can kill American heroes instantly.
You must know that there is a general in the Republic. Since joining the Red Army, he has experienced the "Five Suppression of Bandits", "Long March", "Resisting Japan Behind Enemy Lines", "Civil War", "Resisting U.S. Aggression and Aiding Korea", and "Resisting U.S. Aggression and Aiding Vietnam" since he joined the Red Army.
, the "China-Vietnam War" totaled nearly 10,000 battles, large and small.
This is the God of War, the real God of War who protects the family and the country.
So Liu Lang didn't take this fairy tale-like description of China's war against the Japanese invaders too seriously.
However, Liu Lang still underestimated the Chinese people's attachment to their homeland. Although some of them came to the American continent decades ago, and some are already the second and third generations here, the education habits that have been passed down by China for thousands of years are not
It can be erased in just a few decades, and even if a hundred or two hundred years have passed, their black hair, black glasses, and yellow skin will always remind them of where their roots are.
In fact, in the past, after the outbreak of the all-out war in China, the Chinese people on the American continent donated a lot of money to the country. The Chinese gang Hongmen alone donated nearly 20 million US dollars in eight years.
"Niulang, Liu Lang..." Shangguan Qinghe murmured to himself. He finally understood why the name Liu Lang was familiar enough to him. "So, you are the Cowherd and the leader of Niu Lang? The one who defeated
Japanese Colonel of the Chinese Revolutionary Army."
"Ahem, Master Shangguan Hall, let me correct you first. My name is Liu Lang, Liu who is both civil and military. Lang means libertine... no, it means wave. Americans don't know how to use postnasal sounds, you know.
"Yes." Liu Lang explained seriously.
"Let me tell you! Why did Captain Liu's parents give you the name Cowherd, a cowherd boy? It turns out that the translation was wrong. This is a good name." Shangguan Qinghe clapped his hands and finally cleared up all the doubts.
What a peat, Liu Lang resisted the urge to kick out. After being said like this, why did he suddenly feel that his very nice name was no longer good?
Not only did Shangguan Qinghe's somewhat arrogant attitude change drastically, but Liu Lang finally realized the status of his national hero in the hearts of this group of Chinese people who already lived in the market.
Three million U.S. dollars were delivered to Liu Lang and others immediately. It was all in cash, and five suitcases were full. Liu Lang's check was returned intact. The situation did not look like Liu Lang's.
They won money while Hongyun Boxing Gym lost money, but it was as if they had won money.
But it is true, even if nearly two million in cash was refunded to gamblers in order to keep the silence, Hongyun Boxing Gym still won more than one million US dollars because of Liu Lang, which is definitely not less money. In normal times, tonight
After excluding all expenses, it would be great to make a profit of one or two hundred thousand, and we still need to invest in more.
Not to mention this, the Russian fighter thought he had fulfilled his final promise and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the guards of the Hongyun Boxing Gym because he had not completed the last match. For this person who was redeemed with 100,000 marks
The alien, Chinese gang either raised him in vain, or they wanted to squeeze out the last bit of his value. How could they let him go so easily?
It was because Liu Lang had a good impression of this very honest warrior that he offered a word of help and was even willing to pay him a hundred thousand dollars to help him redeem his freedom. Shangguan Qinghe was very generous and not only did he not ask for money, but he also readily agreed.
Liu Lang interceded.
Taking the ten thousand dollars that Liu Lang took out of the suitcase and threw it to him, Nicholas Caesar did not bow to Liu Lang with tears of gratitude as in the legend. Instead, he just took a step back, touched his right hand to his chest, and solemnly bowed to Liu Lang.
He nodded: "China, friend, come to me." He took out another silver coin from his pants that was exactly the same as the one he gave to Liu Lang before, shook it at Liu Lang, and strode away without looking back.
Let me go, this guy is very cunning. He obviously had two, but he only took out one at that moment. Liu Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seems that few people who can survive the battlefield are truly honest.
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"Brother Liu, this Russian guy is so ignorant! You interceded for him and you gave him 10,000 US dollars for free, but you just said a few words and it was over?" Zhou Dapeng, who squeezed in to get up close and personal with his idol, looked at him.
Nicholas Caesar's huge back disappeared into the darkness and said angrily.
At this moment, Zhou Dapeng shouted that Liu Lang, who was younger than himself, felt no psychological burden at all. Maybe Liu Daxiong had a tender face?
Once this person puts on a halo, he can find an explanation for everything he does.
"Haha, I'm already very sincere, what else do you want?" Liu Lang smiled faintly, feeling a little regretful.
If he could be recruited into his army as a mercenary, he would definitely be a strong general. Of course Liu Lang still had such an idea. But now it seems that his protagonist's halo is still not worth the Russian soldiers returning home.
eager.
But Nicholas Caesar was definitely not like Zhou Dapeng who just dropped a few words and left. The salute he made while stroking his chest was not easy. It was a military salute from ancient Rome. He raised his right hand and placed his palm on it.
On the chest, it shows the loyalty of soldiers to the country. Because the modern Tsarist Russia regarded itself as the heir of the Roman Empire, this is the Russian military salute of Nicholas Caesar.
Being able to give a comrade-in-arms military salute to a foreigner is not just a simple expression of respect. It almost means that you can treat Liu Lang like a comrade who depends on life and death. Of course, he also knows that Liu Lang is also a soldier.
Otherwise, if it were anyone else, he would never do this ceremony.
Liu Lang had reason to believe that as long as he wanted to ask him for help, as long as he did not betray his motherland, this Russian warrior would never refuse. That silver coin was the proof.
But Liu Lang quickly put this matter behind him. The red polar bear's territory is wider than China. Where can he find this one?
Liu Lang enjoyed his first real Chinese meal since coming to the United States. It was a real meal, not in terms of how exquisite the food was, but in terms of the grandeur. Unlike Westerners who like to dine quietly, Chinese people like it wherever they go.
It was lively. In order to welcome the arrival of Liu Lang, the anti-Japanese hero, everyone in the Hongyun Boxing Gym except the cooks sat on their own Eight Immortals tables, a total of seven or eight tables. Because there was not enough space, there were even two tables on the ring.
Just to listen to Liu Lang, a Chinese national hero, talk about the Great Patriotic War that happened nearly a year ago in his homeland thousands of miles away.
This also shows that the Chinese people attach great importance to Liu Lang, which is absolutely unprecedented.
That scene made Liu Lang feel like he was back in the independent group eating meat and drinking wine together. Yes! It has been half a year since he left China. I wonder how his brothers are doing.
In fact, Liu Lang, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, and the headquarters of the Independent Regiment exchanged telegrams every month. All the training of the Independent Regiment remained as usual. Although the government had never stopped infiltrating the Independent Regiment, Liu Xiang was blocking it, and there were several members of the Independent Regiment below.
The chief officer was on guard, and the new regimental deputy Zhang Ruhao unexpectedly remained silent and refused to help, so the independent regiment remained the same.
As for whether the scientific research team led by Professor Ye had made any new progress, it was difficult to say in the telegram. Liu Lang and Ji Yanxue did not mention a word. This somewhat made Liu Tuanzuo feel a little itchy.
But when he thought about the bazooka technical information he was about to bring back and the future father of the bazooka, a U.S. Army captain, he wondered if Professor Ye Da would be so excited that he would twist his neck. Just thinking about that scene, Liu Lang thought