Hearing this, Ku Mengyu stood up immediately and shouted: "Disciple is willing to fight!"
While speaking, this beauty had already put on a fighting stance.
However, Sicummons didn't even want to glance at her, and said coldly: "I, Sicummons, never fight with women."
After saying that, his eyes fell on Fang Xiaoyu's face again.
"Okay! Since you insist on fighting me, I don't have anything to say." Fang Xiaoyu poured himself a glass of wine, then slowly stood up and walked a few steps towards the open space in front of him.
Sicomons set up a fighting stance and said to Fang Xiaoyu with a serious face: "What rules do you want to fight me with, boxing, Muay Thai, or Sanda?"
"I never follow rules when fighting. I can beat you up if you want." Fang Xiaoyu replied with a look of disdain.
"Okay, let's put it this way, it's mixed martial arts. Come on! Boy, mixed martial arts is my strong point." A proud smile appeared on Sicummons' face.
As he was speaking, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Are you ready?"
"Okay!" Fang Xiaoyu replied calmly.
"Go to hell!"
Sicomons tried his best, waved his fist, and hit Fang Xiaoyu on the body.
Seeing that heavy punch was about to hit Fang Xiaoyu's temple. Seeing that Fang Xiaoyu didn't have time to put up his hands to protect his head, Sicomons couldn't help feeling ecstatic in his heart.
I thought to myself, with this punch, this kid would collapse even if he didn't faint.
However, at this moment, Fang Xiaoyu's head flashed. At an extremely fast speed, he punched him on the chin. There was only a "pop" sound, and Sicomons's
His body swayed twice and then fell down.
Fang Xiaoyu just glanced at it lightly, then returned to his seat, raised the cup in his hand with a nonchalant expression, and said to Mr. Citu with a smile: "Come on, let's continue drinking."
"Drink!" Mr. Citu picked up the wine glass, but with some worry, he glanced at Sicomons who fell on the ground and said, "Is Sicomons okay?"
"It's okay, I only used 30% of my strength, just lie down for a minute and I'll be fine." Fang Xiaoyu replied with a smile, and drank the wine in the cup with a long neck.
Mr. Citu was afraid that something might happen, so he winked at one of his men and went over to see what was going on with Sicomons.
However, as soon as his men arrived at Sicumens' side, they saw the guy waking up staggeringly.
After shaking his head twice, Sicomons remembered what had just happened. He looked at Fang Xiaoyu again, feeling depressed for a moment.
He stood up and said to Mr. Citu: "Mr. Citu, thank you for your warm hospitality. I will go back first."
"Wait, where are you going?" Mr. Citu asked with a worried look.
"When I returned to Russia, I felt too embarrassed to be a boxer anymore. Alas! It seems that I am not suitable for this bowl of rice!" Sicomons was defeated by Fang Xiaoyu with one punch, which greatly reduced his confidence. He even lost his confidence.
I wonder if I am old. Otherwise, how could I be defeated by someone with just one punch?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he had the idea of escape.
"Brother, sit down and have a couple of drinks! You have good skills, but what you lack is internal strength, which requires time to practice. The real strong man cultivates inwardly, and practicing externally is just an entry-level skill." Fang Xiaoyu smiled at him.
Sicomons Road.
"Mr. Fang, please accept me as your disciple! I am willing to follow you. I feel that these more than ten years of hard work have been in vain. It is you who gave me hope." Sicumens knelt down in front of Fang Xiaoyu with excitement on his face.
Go down.
This scene surprised Fang Xiaoyu.
"Brother, you get up first." Fang Xiaoyu helped him up and comforted him with a smile: "It's not a big deal to accept you as a disciple. The problem is that I don't have time! I think so, stay for a while and I will teach you something.
Practicing the breathing method can enhance the regulation function of your internal organs. When the internal organs are strong, it is like replacing a car with a better engine, and your kung fu will naturally improve."
"Thank you, Master!" Sicomons called Master directly, and Fang Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed even if he wanted to refuse.
Seeing that the two of them were together again, Mr. Citu smiled and said to Fang Xiaoyu: "Mr. Fang, if you are interested, why don't you open a fight club here in Ulaanbaatar! I think
Just because of your name, you can get a lot of apprentices."
"Yes, I have this idea! Master, do you think you should come over and open a club? From now on, I will be the pillar of your club. I will box for you and earn three for me and seven for you." Sicomons
He said to Fang Xiaoyu with excitement on his face: "Wrestling is popular in Mongolia, and there are many people here who love fighting. If you really invest, you will definitely make a lot of money."
"Okay, I agree to this. I will invest 20 million to open a club then! From now on, I will let you teach the disciples, and I will visit you occasionally. Just skip the boxing! Give your disciples more opportunities, so that
Only then can we bring out new people. Come, let’s drink first.”
As he said that, Fang Xiaoyu drank another glass of strong wine. He thought for a moment, with Mr. Citu's backing, it would not be difficult to open a club in Ulaanbaatar.
In the future, your own business will also need ordinary people to maintain law and order and ensure safety. This group of people can be transferred from the club and use your own people, which will feel more secure.
After lunch, Sicumens took Fang Xiaoyu to check out several fight clubs. After a final walk around, Fang Xiaoyu also felt that there were real business opportunities here. Although, it was not as profitable as his other businesses,
But there is no problem for a club to make millions of dollars in a year. It is just for fun.
It’s not bad to think of it as pocket money to come to Mongolia in the future! After making up his mind, Fang Xiaoyu immediately asked Siku Mengs to implement the matter. At the same time, he also asked the beautiful policewoman Ku Mengyu to track it. Fang Xiaoyu specially hired Ku Mengyu as a special coach.
, also equivalent to his eyeliner.
After all, this beauty is his own disciple.
At night, Fang Xiaoyu summoned the gold-hunting trio to discuss in the hotel how to go to the desert to search for the tomb of Emperor Genghis Khan.
At the beginning of the meeting, Fang Xiaoyu looked around with his clairvoyant eyes, and soon saw a tall woman eavesdropping outside the door with her ears close to her ears.
It is none other than the beautiful policewoman Ku Meng Yu.
"Little Poison Fairy, someone is eavesdropping outside the door. Do you think there is any way to let her sleep for a while?" Fang Xiaoyu whispered and winked at Little Poison Fairy.
"Yes!" A smile flashed across Little Poison Fairy's face, she put her hand into her bra, took out a pill, and said to Fang Xiaoyu with a smile: "Mr. Fang, stay a while, you can think of a way.
Let the other person come close to you. As long as you smell it, she will temporarily lose her mind and wake up for at least two hours. We must discuss a plan to explore the desert within these two hours. We have collected
Some important information, the matter is very complicated. It is initially estimated that at least four gangs will meet in front of the emperor's mausoleum, and there will inevitably be a struggle. Therefore, we must be cautious about this matter." (To be continued)