Seeing Li Donglai's expression was frozen and cold, the young and dandy beside him asked suspiciously: "Are you shocked?"

The young and dandy boy was named Juan. He used to run errands in the boxing ring. A week ago, he and "Cao Zhendong" and a few young and dandy boys were at the disciple of Xiao Sibao, who was the red stick of the number Bang Renzi.

Knowing that "Cao Zhendong" had been smuggled into Hong Kong and was unfamiliar with the situation, Xiao Sibao sent Juan to him.

Li Donglai shook his head blankly.

"Don't be shocked." Juan leaned into his ear and whispered: "Brother Bao, you have the strength to play the fifth round. I'm afraid you will be able to make it, so I arranged for the third round..."

Is it the strength of the fifth squad?

There are still four games left from ninth...

"Yeah!" Li Donglai murmured and asked again, "An Zai, how can you reach the ninth round?"

Juan looked at him in horror: "Don't be stupid, you will lose your life... When you reach the fifth round, you will have to die in the boxing ring at any time..."

"Just curious, just ask!" Li Donglai squeezed out a smile.

"That's good!" Juan breathed a sigh of relief, "Either win the champion or win ten consecutive games, you will naturally be able to get promoted... Of course, Zhong must have a big water hose to support you. If the bet is not enough, even if you are a god of war, you are not qualified to go on stage..."

Sounds so simple...

Li Donglai nodded.

The two walked through Guangming Lane and came to the back door of a building. Juan pointed to the big men at the door: "Here."

This is where Li Donglai boxed tonight, Dongmen Tower.

There are nine black boxings in Hong Kong and Macao, seven, eight, nine are all on the gambling ship, and the remaining six are in Jiulongzhai City.

Li Donglai tonight was fighting the third round.

The boxing ring is very large, and two floors are directly opened. The first floor is the stands and the second floor is the private room.

The ring is in the center of the first floor. There are no referees on the stage, only two boxers, and they are fighting fiercely.

The host outside the fence was explaining, the gamblers in the audience were scolding and flew around with betting orders.

"Thai boy is very sharp. He has won five games in a row. He is the hottest boxer in the third round this week. He is qualified to compete for the champion!"

Juan pointed to the dark-skinned boxer on the stage and asked, "Brother Dong, you will meet it sooner or later, are you sure?"

A boxer who can compete for the third champion?

Li Donglai stared at the Thai boxer and watched for a long time.

It has a very fast speed, sufficient strength, and a sharp vision. It often hits a single blow... But this is for ordinary people.

In his opinion, every move of Muay Thai player is full of flaws.

How many moves can I support myself like this?

Li Donglai suddenly became a little confident in "fighting to the ninth round".

He thought for a while and responded vaguely: "It should be no problem!"

"Brother Dong, I'll give you a correct word!"

Juan was a little anxious, and Li Donglai glanced at him strangely.

"What a surprise..." Juan explained with a stingy look on his face.

Li Donglai's heart moved: "Remember to remind me then!"

Not to mention the projection world, even when you arrive at the Hall of Hell, money is definitely a good thing.

"Okay... go see the boss first!" Juan pointed to the stands.

Xiao Sibao has a long tiger-back and bear waist, a fat face full of flesh, but he is wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He is not only Li Donglai's visitor, but also his boxing agent.

"This is Brother Yong from Lianyi Society, call me!" Xiao Sibao pointed to the middle-aged man next to him.

"Brother Bao, Brother Yong!" Juan bent down and called him, and Li Donglai also shouted.

"Brother Yong, I have found new blood. I just passed by the door. He is the one who will go on stage tonight!" Xiao Sibao pointed at Li Donglai.

Wu Hanyong glanced at Li Donglai at squintedly and sneered: "Sibao, you have no problem with your eyes? You look so handsome, go and be your aunt, what kind of fist?"

"I'm different." He pointed to his boxer, "Even if the power is not Ali, he will be more evil than Bruce Lee..."

Li Dong'an glanced at Wu Hanyong's boxer.

Juan said that this is the one who will fight against him.

He is tall and strong, and has a distinctive appearance, just like a ghost.

The hands and legs were covered with calluses and scars on his body. It was obvious that he had been through the boxing ring for a long time.

"I'll see the best when I go on stage!" Xiao Sibao was not annoyed and pointed at Li Donglai, "Go to warm up, and I'll go for the next game!"

"Okay!" Li Donglai nodded, took off his coat and handed it to Juan.

Seeing Li Donglai's white skin, Wu Hanyong's eyes lit up.

No injuries at all?

He looked at Li Donglai's smooth, white and tender hands and legs, and whispered to the younger brother beside him: "I'll be entitled another 50,000 yuan."

No matter how you look at it, Li Donglai doesn’t seem to have practiced martial arts, but only those who have fought with him know how amazing power it contains in this seemingly thin body.

Xiao Sibao smiled, called a little brother, whispered a few words, and seemed to have also sent him to raise the bet.

Wu Hanyong narrowed his eyes, unable to understand why Xiao Sibao knew he would lose, so he still had to bet?

But the money has been invested, it is too late to regret it...

Li Donglai moved his wrists and approached the boxing ring.

Juan followed closely behind and introduced him to the situation of his opponent.

"Ghost Hero, after he reached the third round, he has played six games in total, five wins and one loss, and the highest winning three games in a row... In fact, he is just a little bit of boxing and kicking. He has practiced a little Baji and boxing. In those games, he has relied on physical strength and endurance to defeat his opponent..."

Baji?

Li Donglai heard from his father.

The most authentic ones in Hong Kong are two of the most authentic ones.

One lineage is Liu Chengjin, who is a teacher from Tan Jitang, while Tan Jitang is a teacher from Zhou Xinwu and Huo Diange.

The other lineage is Li Dazhong, who is mastered by Liu Yunqiao.

But whether it is Zhou Xinwu, Huo Diange, or Liu Yunqiao, they are all Li Wenshu's apprentices.

This ghost hero is nearly two meters tall and weighs more than one hundred kilograms. After taking off his clothes, he is covered in tendons and flesh. Just looking at his appearance, he is indeed a good material for practicing Baji.

I don’t know if I practiced the Baji School of Changchun.

"How about this Thai?" Li Dong looked at the Thai boxer who had just won.

"Choose!" Juan sneered, "When encountering a Thai boy, Gui Xiong will definitely admit defeat on the spot..."

Then there will be no problem.

Li Donglai nodded.

He was about to go on stage, when the confidant who had just been sent by Xiao Sibao to bet ran over again: "Dongzai, Brother Bao, please be quick and crisp."

"Better be quick? Why do you think it's quick?" Li Donglai asked.

My confidant recalled Li Donglai's skills and pondered: "Solve it in three minutes!"

Three minutes?

It is possible for experts to fight hundreds of moves.

Li Donglai nodded: "Okay!"

Seeing Li Donglai casually, his confidant leaned into his ear and whispered: "Hey, be more eye-catching, I'll always push it on..."

Wu Zhenkun, the person who is talking about Ren’s words?

Li Dong looked at the private room on the second floor:
Chapter completed!