Lin Momo asked: "When did you ask Brother Fugui to come over?"
Qin Haodong said: "Yesterday!"
After he finished speaking, he glanced sarcastically at the howling gamblers around him. These idiots had never seen anyone take action. They could judge the winner or loser from their actions on stage. It was really speechless.
Lin Momo was very aware of Chen Fugui's skills, and immediately understood that Qin Haodong had been preparing to attack the Lutheran Society for a long time.
Chen Fugui walked up to the front desk step by step and stepped into the iron cage. The staff behind him locked the iron door outside the cage, and the cheers and shouts at the scene became louder and louder.
This is the characteristic of a black boxing match. The match officially begins when entering the iron cage and does not end until one party falls to the ground.
Can Lang stared at Chen Fugui with his eyes like a poisonous snake, and said with a ferocious expression: "Weak chicken, right? This name is really creative. It seems that you still know that you are here to deliver food to the uncle."
Chen Fugui glanced at Can Lang, with a flash of disdain on his face, "I'm not referring to myself as a weakling, but in my eyes you guys are all weaklings, especially a guy like you who is strong on the outside but strong on the inside."
"You're such a crazy boy, now I'm going to unscrew your head and stuff it into your ass."
After Can Lang finished speaking, he moved violently. He took two steps forward and punched Chen Fugui hard in the face.
It has to be said that this kid does have some pride. This punch was so powerful and powerful that the punters who had bet on him immediately let out bursts of excited howls.
It's a pity that he is facing the King of Soldiers Chen Fugui. Even without Qin Haodong's help, Can Lang cannot be his opponent. Moreover, now that Chen Fugui has entered the threshold of the Dark Strength Warrior, there is no relationship between the two.
Comparability
Chen Fugui completely ignored Can Lang's punch and punched forward himself.
In everyone's eyes, this weakling was looking for death, but no one expected that the seemingly slow-moving Chen Fugui's punch was surprisingly fast, and he struck first.
Before Can Lang's punch could touch his face, his punch had already hit Can Lang's chest.
Just hearing a muffled bang, Can Lang still maintained his punching posture, but his whole body seemed to be hit by a cannonball. He flew backwards in an instant, hit the iron cage with a bang, and then fell to the ground.
Vomiting blood profusely.
At this moment, the entire audience fell silent. No one expected that this would happen. This newcomer, called Weak Chicken, actually defeated Can Lang and killed him instantly with one move.
Only Qin Haodong nodded slightly. After not seeing him for a few days, Chen Fugui had actually reached the second level of An Jin. It seemed that those Da Pei Yuan Pills were not in vain.
"Get up, get up quickly for me..."
"Hurry up and break his neck. I'm betting 100,000 yuan on you..."
"Hurry up and give me the useless things..."
The gamblers who had placed heavy bets on Can Lang suddenly had red eyes and kept roaring in their seats.
Can Lang struggled to stand up from the ring, but Chen Fugui's punch was too hard. Not only did his sternum collapse, but his five internal organs were also shaken out of place.
After trying several times in succession, he suddenly fell down on the ring and could no longer get up.
After the referee read ten numbers in succession, seeing that Can Lang still had no reaction, he directly announced that Chen Fugui had won the game.
After the results came out, there was first a sigh, and then a burst of curses. Everyone who had bet on Can Lang lost all his money.
The waitress standing behind Qin Haodong was stunned when she saw the scene on the ring. She originally thought that this young man would definitely lose, but she never expected that he actually won.
This means that the $1 million you just bet has become a full 10 million.
"Sir, congratulations, your vision is really unique!"
The bikini waiter came to Qin Haodong and bowed down, revealing a large area of the chest, "Can you please redeem the bonus directly or continue to place bets?"
Qin Haodong asked Chang Dao to reward the waiter with a few US dollars, and then said: "I just said that this man is very lucky and cannot lose. Is there any competition for him next?"
The waiter said: "If he is willing to accept the challenge, he will."
Qin Haodong said: "Then put everything on him."
The waiter asked in surprise: "You mean, all the 10 million US dollars won were bet on weak chickens?"
Qin Haodong said: "Yes, believe me, he will not let me down!"
"But the opponents and odds haven't been revealed yet."
"It doesn't matter, no matter who the opponent is, no matter what the odds are, just bet on me that the underdog wins."
"Okay, I'll place a bet for you now!"
After the waiter finished speaking, he skillfully helped Qin Haodong put all 10 million US dollars on Chen Fugui.
After placing the bet, she hesitated for a moment. She also bet 10,000 yuan of her own money, choosing Chen Fugui. She felt that the young man in front of her was unusual. Maybe he was really a Feng Shui master. She would not bet with him.
Wrong.
In a luxurious private room behind the boxing ring, a young man in his 30s was sitting on the sofa, sipping red wine and watching the boxing match on the big screen. His name was Ruan Chengfa, and he was a cousin of Ruan Zhendong.
This is responsible for the management of the boxing ring.
When he saw Chen Fugui knocking Can Lang away with one punch, his expression changed slightly. He raised his hand and pressed a red button on the table. Soon the manager of the boxing ring ran in.
"What happened just now?" Ruan Chengfa asked.
The manager said: "Young man, there is a new boxer in the boxing ring, codenamed Weak Chicken, but he just defeated Can Lang uncharacteristically and caused a huge upset."
A smile appeared at the corner of Ruan Chengfa's mouth, "It's good to be unpopular. If it's unpopular, our casino will make money!"
In his opinion, the punters in the boxing match just now should have placed all their bets on Can Lang. Now that Can Lang has been killed, all the money belongs to the boxing ring.
The manager said: "Master, that's not the case. There was an accident in this game. Someone bet $1 million on the newcomer.
According to the odds of 1:10, we should pay him 10 million U.S. dollars, and the bets just placed on Can Lang were almost 10 million U.S. dollars. In other words, we did not make any profit in this game just now, and everything was lost.
That person wins."
"Is there such a thing?" Ruan Chengfa frowned, "Are they here to kick us out?"
"We're not sure yet. It might be a coincidence. The person we just asked about it said that the young man claimed to be able to meet each other, so she placed her bet on that weakling."
After a pause, the manager continued, "Young Master, now that the weakling has accepted the challenge posed by the boxing ring, and that young man has bet all the 10 million he got on the weakling, what should we do?"
"Another 10 million bet?" Ruan Chengfa's expression became colder and colder, and it was obvious that he wanted to use his boxing ring as a cash machine.
He thought for a while and said: "King Kong hasn't played in a game for a long time, let's let him play today, kill that weakling, and get our 10 million US dollars back."
"Okay, young master!" the manager said, "How do you set the odds?"
"The odds can't be set too low, otherwise everyone will bet on King Kong one-sidedly. What else will we make? Let's pay one to five."
Obviously, Ruan Chengfa has confidence in this boxer named King Kong to win.
"Okay boss, I'll do it right now!"
After the manager finished speaking, he turned and left the room. Soon the opponents and odds of the next match were announced on the big screen. On one side was King Kong, a boxer who had won 18 consecutive games in the boxing ring, and on the other side was a boxer who had just won one.
For a weak chicken who wins a game, the odds are 5 to 1.
After the result came out, the whole audience exclaimed. No one expected that King Kong would be sent out of the boxing ring in just the second game.
Although King Kong is not the top boxer in the boxing ring, he is definitely very strong. After all, 18 consecutive wins is no joke.
For a time, countless gamblers placed bets on King Kong.
However, there are a few people who were conquered by Chen Fugui's punch just now. They took a gamble and bet on Chen Fugui. The total amount of money is scattered in the millions. There are also some people who think that this
Unable to place bets on this game, I chose to wait and see.
However, people soon discovered that a long series of numbers suddenly appeared in the weak chicken's betting area, which was 10 million US dollars. Someone actually bet 10 million dollars directly on him.
After ten minutes betting ends and the game officially begins.
"Look, King Kong is out!"
Amidst the noise, a big black man who looked like an iron tower walked out. He was two meters tall, with muscles all over his body bulging and shining with a dark luster, as if he were made of copper poured into iron.
This big man was really as strong as a king. Every time he took a step, the whole boxing ring seemed to tremble. Chen Fugui stood in front of him and immediately became a lot shorter, and his aura seemed to be much weaker.
The manager of the boxing ring ran to King Kong and whispered a few words in his ear. King Kong nodded knowingly, then strode towards the boxing ring with a fierce look in his eyes.
At the front desk, Chen Fugui also slowly walked onto the ring, but this time no one dared to look down upon him!
After both people entered the iron cage, the staff locked the iron door again and the game officially began.
King Kong stamped his right foot heavily on the ring, and the whole ring seemed to tremble. He looked at Chen Fugui murderously, "Boy, you are dead!"
Chen Fugui just rolled his eyes at him and said calmly: "You guys talk a lot of nonsense, so hurry up and do something!"
"Fuck you!"
King Kong let out an earth-shattering roar, and then suddenly hit Chen Fugui's head with both fists.
Although its size is huge, it is not clumsy and its speed is extremely fast. Each fist is about the same size as Chen Fugui's head. Both fists are thrown out with terrifying momentum.
Seeing this form, just when everyone thought that the thin Chen Fugui would temporarily avoid the attack, they saw him punching out with both fists without showing any signs of weakness, and he punched out against King Kong's two fists.
In the midst of everyone's shock, two fists, one large and one small, one black and one white, collided in mid-air, making a muffled sound, followed by a sharp cracking sound of bone cracking.
"Who lost?"
Everyone was staring intently at the two people on the ring. Chen Fugui was still as if he was nailed to the platform, his body motionless.
But King Kong's huge body flew backwards like a broken sack, and his two arms had changed into weird shapes, especially the left arm, where a thick white bone pierced the skin and protruded from the back.
Although Chen Fugui's punch did not kill King Kong, it destroyed both of his arms. Everyone could see that King Kong had lost the ability to fight again.
(It was a bit confusing during the holidays. My wife and I repeated three chapters of the manuscript. The main website of Zongheng has made corrections, but the channel data has not yet come. Please understand and add three more chapters to express my apology.)