Lin Momo asked, "When did you call Brother Fugui over?"
Qin Haodong said, "Yesterday!"
After he said that, he looked at the screaming gamblers around him with a sarcastic expression. These idiots had never seen Qin Haodong fight before. They could judge the outcome from his movements on the stage. It really made people speechless.
Lin Momo was very clear about Chen Fugui's skills. At this time, she immediately understood that Qin Haodong had been ready to fight against the Lutheran Society for a long time.
Chen Fugui walked to the front stage step by step and stepped into the iron cage. The staff behind him locked the iron gate outside the cage. The cheers and shouts at the scene were even louder.
This was the characteristic of the black boxing competition. The competition officially began when one entered the iron cage. It would not end until one side fell to the ground.
Crippled Wolf's eyes stared at Chen Fugui like a poisonous snake. He said with a ferocious face, "Weak Chicken, right? This name is really creative. It seems that you still know that you're here to deliver food to me."
Chen Fugui glanced at Crippled Wolf with a flash of disdain on his face. "Weak Chicken is not referring to myself. In my eyes, all of you are weak chickens, especially guys like you who are outwardly strong but inwardly weak."
"What an arrogant boy. Now I'm going to twist your head off and stuff it into your ass."
After Crippled Wolf said that, he suddenly moved. He took two steps forward in succession and punched Chen Fugui's face hard.
It had to be said that this kid did have some capital to be arrogant. This punch was grand and powerful, and the gamblers who bet on him immediately let out waves of excited howls.
It was a pity that he was facing the Soldier King, Chen Fugui. Even without Qin Haodong's help, Crippled Wolf could not be his opponent. Moreover, Chen Fugui had now entered the threshold of the Covert Power Warrior. There was no comparison between the two of them.
Chen Fugui completely ignored Crippled Wolf's punch and also punched forward.
In everyone's eyes, this guy called Weak Chicken was completely looking for death. However, no one expected that Chen Fugui, who seemed to move slowly, would punch so fast that it actually arrived first.
Before Crippled Wolf's fist could touch his face, his fist had already smashed into Crippled Wolf's chest.
With a muffled bang, Crippled Wolf was still in the posture of punching, but his whole body seemed to have been hit by a cannonball. He flew backward rapidly in an instant, hit the iron cage with a bang, and then fell to the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of blood.
At this moment, the entire audience was silent. No one had expected such a situation to occur. The rookie called Weak Chicken had actually defeated Crippled Wolf, and it was an instant kill.
Only Qin Haodong nodded slightly. After a few days, Chen Fugui had reached the second level of Covert Power. It seemed that those Big Spirit Culturing Pills were not eaten in vain.
"Get up, hurry up and get up …"
"Hurry up and break his neck. I bet 100,000 yuan on you …"
"Useless thing, hurry up and attack me …"
The gamblers who had bet heavily on the Crippled Wolf suddenly had red eyes and kept roaring in their seats.
Crippled Wolf struggled to stand up from the ring, but Chen Fugui's punch was too heavy. Not only had his sternum collapsed, but his internal organs had also been shaken out of position.
After several consecutive efforts, he fell on the ring with a bang and could no longer get up.
After the referee read ten numbers in a row, seeing that Crippled Wolf still had no reaction, he directly announced that Chen Fugui had won the game.
After the result came out, there was a sigh at the scene, followed by a burst of cursing. Everyone who had bet on Crippled Wolf had lost everything.
The waitress standing behind Qin Haodong was stunned when she saw the scene in the ring. She had thought that the young man would lose without a doubt. She never expected that he would win.
This also meant that the one million dollars that had just been bet had become a full 10 million dollars.
"Congratulations, sir. Your vision is really unique!"
The bikini waitress came to Qin Haodong and bowed down, revealing a large view of her chest. "Would you like to exchange the bonus directly or continue to bet?"
Qin Haodong asked Saber to give the waitress a few more US dollars, and then said, "I said that this man is lucky. It's impossible for him to lose. Will there be any more games for him?"
The waitress said, "If he is willing to accept the challenge, there will be."
Qin Haodong said, "Then bet it all on him."
The waitress asked in surprise, "You mean, all the 10 million dollars won will be bet on Weak Chicken?"
Qin Haodong said, "That's right. Believe me, he won't let me down!"
"But the opponent and the odds haven't come out yet."
"It doesn't matter. No matter who the opponent is, no matter what the odds are, you can bet on Weak Chicken to win."
"Okay, I'll bet for you now!"
After the waitress finished speaking, she skillfully helped Qin Haodong bet all 10 million dollars on Chen Fugui.
After placing the bet, she hesitated for a moment and also bet 10,000 yuan of her private money. She chose Chen Fugui. She felt that the young man in front of her was not ordinary. Maybe he was really a Fengshui master. It would not be wrong to bet with him.
In a luxury private room backstage of the boxing field, a young man in his 30s was sitting on the sofa, sipping red wine while watching the boxing match on the big screen. His name was Ruan Chengfa, a cousin of Ruan Zhendong. He was in charge of the management of the boxing field here.
When he saw Chen Fugui send Crippled Wolf flying 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 field ran in.
"What happened just now?" Ruan Chengfa asked.
The manager said, "It's like this, young master. A new boxer came to the boxing field. His code name is Weak Chicken, but he just beat Crippled Wolf uncharacteristically. It was a big upset."
A smile appeared on the corner of Ruan Chengfa's mouth. "It's good that it's an upset. Our casino will make money if it's an upset!"
In his opinion, the gamblers in the boxing match just now should have bet on Crippled Wolf. Now that Crippled Wolf had been killed, all the money had become the boxing field's.
The manager said, "Young master, it's not like that. There was an accident in this match. Someone bet 1 million dollars on the newcomer.
According to the odds of 1: 10, we should pay him 10 million dollars. Those who bet on Crippled Wolf just now were almost 10 million dollars. That is to say, we didn't make any profit in this match. All of it was won by that person. "
"There's such a thing?" Ruan Chengfa frowned. "Are they here to mess with us?"
"I'm not sure yet. It might be a coincidence. I just asked our people. She said that the young man claimed to be good at reading faces, so he bet on Weak Chicken."
After a pause, the manager said, "Young master, now that Weak Chicken has accepted the challenge of the boxing field, and that young man has bet all 10 million dollars on Weak Chicken, what should we do?"
"Another 10 million?" Ruan Chengfa's expression became colder and colder. It was obvious that they wanted to use his boxing field as an ATM.
He thought for a moment and said, "Jin Gang hasn't played in a game for a long time. Let him play today, get rid of that Weak Chicken, and get back our 10 million dollars."
"Okay, young master!" The manager said, "What's the odds?"
"The odds can't be too low. Otherwise, everyone will be one-sided. What can we earn? Let's start with 1: 5."
Obviously, Ruan Chengfa had confidence in the boxer named Jin Gang to win.
"Okay boss, I'll do it now!"
After the manager finished speaking, he turned around and left the room. Soon, the big screen announced the opponents and odds of the next match. One side was the boxer Jin Gang, who had won 18 consecutive matches in the boxing field. The other side was Weak Chicken, who had just won a match. The odds were 1: 5.
After the results came out, the audience exclaimed. No one expected that the boxing field would send Jin Gang out in the second match.
Although Jin Gang was not the top boxer in the boxing field, he was definitely very strong. After all, 18 consecutive victories was not a joke.
For a time, countless gamblers bet on Jin Gang.
However, there were also a few people who were conquered by Chen Fugui's punch just now. With the attitude of gambling, they bet on Chen Fugui. The money added up to millions. Some people felt that they could not bet on this match, so they chose to wait and see.
However, people soon discovered that a long string of numbers appeared in the betting area for Weak Chicken. It was 10 million dollars. Someone had directly bet 10 million on him.
Ten minutes later, the betting ended and the match officially began.
"Look, Jin Gang is coming out!"
In the midst of the noise, a black man who was like an iron tower came out. He was two meters tall, and his muscles were bulging all over his body. They flashed with a dark luster, as if they were cast from copper and iron.
This big man was really as strong as Jin Gang. Every step he took seemed to make the entire boxing field tremble. Chen Fugui, who stood in front of him, immediately became a lot shorter, and his momentum seemed to be a lot weaker.
The manager of the boxing field ran to Jin Gang and whispered a few words in his ear. Jin Gang nodded knowingly. Then, his eyes showed a fierce look as he strode toward the boxing ring.
At the front desk, Chen Fugui also slowly walked into the boxing ring, but this time, no one dared to look down on him!
After both of them entered the cage, the staff locked the iron door again, and the match officially began.
Jin Gang's right foot stomped heavily on the boxing ring, and the entire boxing field seemed to tremble.
The whole place seemed to tremble. He looked at Chen Fugui with a murderous look. "Kid, you're dead!"
Chen Fugui just gently rolled his eyes at him and said lightly, "You guys talk a lot of nonsense. Hurry up and do it!"
"Go to hell!"
Jin Gang let out an earth-shattering roar, then suddenly smashed his fists toward Chen Fugui's head.
Although his body was huge, he was not clumsy, and his speed was also extremely fast. The size of each fist was not much different from Chen Fugui's head. When he punched out with both fists, the momentum was terrifying.
Seeing this situation, just when everyone thought that the thin Chen Fugui would temporarily avoid the attack, they saw that he also punched out with both fists without showing any signs of weakness. Moreover, he smashed his fists against Jin Gang's fists.
While everyone was shocked, two fists, one big and one small, one black and one white, collided in mid-air, making a muffled bang. Then, there was a cracking sound, followed by the ear-piercing sound of bones breaking.
"Who was the loser?"
Everyone stared intently at the two people in the boxing ring. They saw that Chen Fugui was still as if he had been nailed to the ring board. His body did not move at all.
On the other hand, King Kong's huge body was sent flying like a broken sack. Both of its arms were in weird shapes, especially its left arm, where a section of eerie white bone pierced through its skin and protruded from the back.
Although Chen Fugui's punch did not kill Jin Gang, it had crippled both of his arms. Everyone could see that Jin Gang had lost the ability to fight again.
(The festival was a bit messy. My wife and I repeated three chapters. The main website of Zongheng has made corrections, but the channel data has not yet come. Please understand. We added three chapters to apologize.)
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