In the dead of night, Murong Lan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite, looking at the night view of Jiangcheng. She disdained such a small city, but she must stay here recently. For the sake of the Murong family and herself, she must give up control of the Zhao family.
Take it back so you can get what they want.
"Second Miss, he's here." At this moment, the man in black walked in and whispered.
"Okay, let him in." Murong Lan nodded, turned back to the sofa, sat down, and picked up the glass of red wine on the table. Since she was kicked out of the Zhao family, she drank more and more. As long as she sat down
On the sofa, I almost pick up a wine glass.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a beard walked in from the door and asked in a rough voice: "Who is Murong Lan, are you, are you Murong Lan?" The middle-aged man was Lao Mu, and walked up to Murong Lan.
He sat down directly in front of him.
Seeing such a vulgar person, Murong Lan couldn't help but frowned. Zhu Qianjin said that this person was a master, so he called specifically to ask Murong Lan to make good use of him, but he looked like a country man, not a master at all.
nothing.
"Are you Mu Ping?" Murong Lan asked after taking a sip of wine.
"Yes, I am Mu Ping. I heard the old man from the Zhu family said that you can help me arrange a sparring session with Zhao Qianye. Is that true?" Mu Ping asked.
"I can help you make arrangements, but you have to listen to me, okay?" Murong Lan said.
"That's no problem. As long as we can arrange for me to compete with him, there will be no problem." Lao Mu nodded. This time he came all the way to Jiangcheng with only one purpose, which was to find Zhao Qianye, who had defeated Zhu Ji, and
He had a good fight.
"You go out first and stay in this hotel and wait. I will let you know when arrangements are made." Murong Lan waved her hand and asked the man in black to take Mu Ping down.
When the man in black came back, Murong Lan pointed to the sofa where Mu Ping had been sitting and said, "Throw that sofa out."
"Yes." The man in black didn't even ask, he just picked up the sofa and threw it out of the window. Murong Lan was so particular, almost to the point of becoming a wife. The bearded middle-aged man just now was too vulgar, he
Murong Lan would never touch something she had sat on again. Even if she looked at it a few times, she would feel uncomfortable.
Lao Mu lived in a standard room, and he went out early the next morning. Although Murong Lan asked him to wait for notification at the hotel, Mu Ping was not a person who could endure loneliness by nature.
Standing at the door of the hotel, Lao Mu got into a taxi. The taxi driver asked: "Where is the boss going?"
"I don't know where to go. Anyway, take me to the most powerful boxing gym in Jiangcheng. I'm going to challenge you." Lao Mu leaned on the seat and said carelessly. If he didn't do anything for a few days, this guy would feel all over his body.
The bones are all swollen, and it doesn't taste good to eat without pain.
"Oh, then go to Bawang Boxing Gym. They have many boxing experts and there are boxing matches every day..."
"Okay, let's go to the Bawang Boxing Gym. If you dare to use the name Bawang, I'll beat you so hard that your mother doesn't even know..." Lao Mu's eyes were filled with excitement. This guy only knows how to practice kung fu. Since losing to him a year ago,
After marrying Zhu Ji, he hid in the mountains and practiced hard. Now his strength is several times what it was a year ago. He has not found an opponent since he came out of the mountain, which makes him feel that life is meaningless and that life is worse than death.
"Grandma, it is indeed Bawang Boxing Gym..." Standing in front of the gate of Bawang Boxing Gym, Mu Ping raised his head and looked at the big words on the door, with a cruel smile in his eyes.
He walked straight into the boxing gym, kicked the door with a bang, and the door panel flew straight out. It hit the hall with a loud bang, and dust exploded.
Bawang Boxing Gym has never encountered such a serious incident. Even the door was kicked to pieces. Suddenly, a group of people wearing training uniforms rushed out from the inner hall and surrounded Mu Ping.
"Hey, who are you and why did you smash our door?" The leader was also a tall man. His fists were covered with thick calluses, so he must have good kung fu.
"Hahaha, I heard that your Bawang Boxing Gym is very powerful. I'm here to challenge..." Mu Ping stood in the hall and laughed wildly. Seeing that he was surrounded, not only did he not have the slightest worry, he also became inexplicably excited.
"If you want to challenge, come back in the evening. Our Bawang Boxing Gym only has our own people practicing in the morning and morning. It will be open to the public in the afternoon and evening..." The person who spoke was Zhang Yan, the gymnast of Bawang Boxing Gym, because Chen Hao followed Yang Huoshan out.
He has been searching for Murong Lan's whereabouts, so now he is in charge.
"I want to challenge you now. Why, don't you dare to fight?" Mu Ping walked directly towards Zhang Yan, because among the people at the scene, he only liked Zhang Yan and felt that this tall guy was qualified to fight with him.
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The door of the boxing gym was broken open. Zhang Yan was already very angry. Now seeing Mu Ping approaching aggressively, he could no longer bear it. He took off his coat with a clatter, and his bulging muscles were immediately exposed.
came out.
"Well, it's not bad, but they're all just fake." Mu Ping said disdainfully. This sentence immediately made Zhang Yan so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. Although he didn't dare to say that he was the best in Jiangcheng, he was at least on par with the boxing gym.
Chen Hao was evenly matched, but he didn't expect that the rough guy in front of him would call him a slut.
Seeing that Zhang Yan was about to take action, a person beside him quickly stopped him. "Brother Yan, Brother Hao and Brother Huoshan are not here, so don't be impulsive yet."
"Nice nonsense, people are knocking on my door. Why don't I be impulsive? You call Brother Hao right away. I'll beat him up first and then..." Zhang Yan turned around and got into the ring.
"You alone are not enough. You, you, you, three of you, come together and be more powerful." Mu Ping pointed at the other two tall boxers present, very arrogantly.
"No, you need to stop me alone first." Zhang Yan is also a person who refuses to accept weakness. Although he feels that the opponent's momentum is strong, he doesn't know who will win or lose even if he hasn't fought. If someone comes to the boxing gym to challenge him, he will fight with others.
If he bullies one more person, the boxing gym won't be able to open if word gets out.
"Are you alone? OK, I'll let you know how strong my iron fist is."
Mu Ping jumped onto the ring and landed heavily with a thud of his feet. His light kung fu was not very good, but his hard kung fu was absolutely outstanding. This was the kung fu he had developed by spending many years in the mountains, bombarding big trees with his bare hands. His fists were like
It is as hard as iron.
"Don't talk nonsense, you will know after fighting..." Zhang Yan waved to Mu Ping. What a coincidence. Zhang Yan is also known for his hard fists. Since the last time he saw Zhao Qianye knocking Zhu Qianye away with one punch,
After Ji, Zhang Yan had been fantasizing about having a few fights with Zhao Qianye, but when he knew that Brother Huoshan also wanted to call Zhao Qianye brother, he decisively gave up the unrealistic idea. (To be completed.