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Chapter 3 Not like a boxer

On the second floor, the private room opposite the boxing ring, Wu Zhenkun was talking with a young man.

The young man is in his early twenties, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes. When he smiles, he still has two dimples...

His name is Chen Zhijie, and he is the only son of Chen Shilong, the big boss behind Wu Zhenkun.

Wu Zhenkun was also a boxer. He was in the seventh stage in his early years and had a record of winning twelve consecutive games.

He even scored in the eighth round.

Unfortunately, he only reached the fourth game and was defeated because of his exhaustion.

Fortunately, I only broke one arm, which not only survived my life, but also did not suffer much from my skills.

After healed his injury, he withdrew from the boxing match and began to get involved in the word "word".

Because Chen Shilong had the strength to support him, he was rich and able to fight, so he quickly stepped forward and carried the big banner of Ren's character that was almost dying in the number gang, forming his own lineage.

Last year, with the support of Chen Shilong, he became one of the nine executive members of the Dragon City Boxing Committee.

So he usually only stares at the fifth and sixth rings, and rarely comes to the third ring.

I came here for the first time today because of Chen Zhijie.

Wu Zhenkun opened the horse, poured a cup, and gently pushed it to Chen Shijie: "Jie, come to Longcheng to watch the boxing match, or the third round? Let me know, I'll pick you up..."

Chen Zhijie took the cup and tasted it lightly.

"I have reached a bottleneck in my practice. My father said that it is best to see the wild beasts in the scene and get some inspiration... This is Hong Kong. Even if you watch the dog fighting, you have to come to the city to find the beasts in the side? You can only come to the original boxing match... One or two fights are too messy, and there is no skill at all. Even if you are not as good as fighting dogs, you can only come here..."

As he said that, Chen Zhijie laughed first.

Has the bottleneck been reached?

Wu Zhenkun didn't understand this sentence very much, but it didn't mean he didn't believe it.

With his own qualifications, at most, he was the level of the sixth champion of the city camp. Only with Chen Shilong's guidance could he reach the eighth champion.

So for him, Chen Shilong is not only the boss, but also the kindness of teaching skills.

"Do I need to arrange it?" Wu Zhenkun asked.

"No!" Chen Zhijie shook his head, "It's good to have the original flavor!"

"Okay!" Wu Zhenkun responded.

Hearing the gongs outside, it was said that the next game was about to start. Chen Zhijie looked into the boxing ring through the glass.

The ghost is as majestic as a big bear, with blue face and buck teeth, and looks like an evil ghost.

Looking at Li Donglai on the opposite side, he lowered his head and lost weight a lot. He had a thin skin and tender flesh, and was more handsome than a star!

The two hosts held the microphone and blew wildly.

"Where is a ghost hero who claims to be invincible in the New World. He is born with divine power, weighs a thousand pounds of fists, and once killed the mad cow..."

"Look at me..."

The host on the other side knocked on the microphone wildly, "Although this is a new blood in the boxing world, he committed the tragedy of 18 families in the mainland, and is proficient in thirty-six martial arts... he will definitely beat the ghost hero..."

The flesh on Li Donglai's face was thrusting.

Eighteen families who have destroyed the three families and are proficient in thirty-six martial arts?

How dare you brag?

Under the advocacy of the host, the inner and outer three floors were surrounded by gamblers.

They were observing that there was more wins...

But the more I look at it, the more I feel that "Dongzai" has come to the wrong place.

"I look so pretty, go home and hold my tits, what fist to do?"

"Hait, do you have to meet? Gui Xiong can kill you with one punch..."

"Brother, come down, go with my sister. It's better to eat slippers than to die in the boxing ring..."

Not only did Li Donglai not get angry, but he felt that the hostility in his heart had dissipated a lot.

At least he knew that he was forced by his own father.

But these people in the audience are regarded as Yang Hu, but they are still complacent?

So pitiful...

A group of young and dandy boys were also sitting opposite Xiao Sibao across the boxing ring.

There were two people in the middle, young, in his early twenties, muttering a cigarette in his mouth, looking rebellious.

The other one is a middle-aged man wearing a suit.

"Be serious, Ah Xing, you have practiced boxing and you can see it clearly with Uncle Chang. Will you win?"

Chen Zhaoxing spitted a mouthful of cigarettes and looked in the stands: "I know that although I haven't mastered my skills, I am tall and weight, and I know how to eat my brain. I won the first few games without luck.

Looking at the handsome guy, he didn’t have any scars on his body, and he couldn’t even see the calluses on his hands. He seemed to have practiced fist? So he bet on the wind direction and fell one by one!"

Uncle Chang shook his head: "I think the handsome guy will be upset!"

Chen Zhaoxing almost choked by the cigarette and asked in surprise: "What do you think?"

"I'm going to beat him with the four-eyed treasure!"

The middle-aged man said seriously, "The handicap seems to be one-sided, and the whole game is betting on the ghost hero, but the odds of both sides are comparable. How can I solve the problem?

Of course, someone is secretly beating this handsome guy. There will be no one else, it will be his boss, Four-eyed Treasure... He is the fourth person who is a sensational player. I don’t know how many boxers have made him famous. It is impossible for him to lose even though he knows that he will betray the handsome guy, and why are you spending money to play?"

Chen Zhaoxing was very unwilling, "It's not necessarily the Four-eyed Baby. This kind of handsome guy is the most favored by the rich wife. Maybe a fat woman sits on the second floor and is spending money to make the handsome guy happy..."

This is indeed possible, but after thinking about it for a long time, Uncle Chang decided to escort Li Donglai.

Chen Zhaoxing couldn't figure it out: "Search for it?"

Uncle Chang looked at him and pondered for a long time before saying, "I heard you lose once, so Uncle is the most handsome guy today..."

Chen Zhaoxing was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood: "Uncle Chang, it doesn't matter if you feel gambling, be careful that you can't even save your underwear if you lose?"

...

The two people upstairs were very calm.

The third gala can barely be called the "Kung Fu gala" and cannot catch their eyes at all.

What Chen Zhijie was curious about was that he was so handsome and had no trace of evil in his eyes. How could he be a murderer in his family?

"Is there really eighteen people destroyed?"

"Of course it was blowing water, it was just a mistake to hurt someone to death!"

Wu Zhenkun looked at the host beside the boxing ring and scolded, "You can beat a chicken to death when you kill a phoenix... That handsome guy is Abao's person, Jie Shao is interested, and after the fight, he called him to ask?"

"Yes!" Chen Zhijie nodded.

The more he looked at Li Donglai, the more familiar he felt...

...

The betting trend was a bit one-sided, and they all bet Guixiong. But Xiao Sibao secretly lost money, and when the handicap was off, he raised the bet. As of the betting stop, the odds between Li Donglai and Guixiong were even equal.

Li Dong came to see the audience.

Xiao Sibao's group of gangsters were almost smiling.

Just after smuggling into the Hong Kong area, "Cao Zhendong" wandered to the site where Renzidui watched the scene and robbed him. More than a dozen Sijiuzi who were chasing him were all let go by him...

How could these gangsters take the opportunity to bet and win money?

It’s a pity that he has no money... Li Donglai sighed.

"Start!" The host on the side of the station roared and then rang the gong hard.

Li Donglai hugged his fists and was about to call him home, but Gui Xiong opposite him directly made a boxing posture.
Chapter completed!
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