Yuri waved to Selyosha and signaled that he would let the horse over. Selyosha set up an attacking position and leaned over carefully. Papa Petrov took the opportunity to help Boris and Yakov to the side and carefully checked their injuries. Yakov was not seriously injured, but he was knocked out. Boris was miserable. His eyebrows were opened, his nose was broken, and his eyes were swollen. Although his face looked scary, he was sober and he should have only had skin injuries.

Papa Petrov wiped the blood from Boris's face with his clothes, took out the wine pot, and put some vodka on the wound of his eyebrows. Boris spoke in pain and scolded: "Ah~~! Fuck~~! *******! Stop, you old man, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, you old coffin pulp..."

"You bastard, I'm helping you. If you don't want to disfigure yourself, just hold on." Before he finished speaking, his father suddenly broke Boris' nose that was tilted to the side.

"Ah~! Fuck~! Huh~~!"

"Fuck~~!"

"Fuck~~!"

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Fuck~~!"

"I'm going to kill you, you old guy, my nose hurts so much." Boris burst into tears in pain, and he never dared to let Papa Petrov touch him again.

"What a damn." Papa Petrov drank all the remaining vodka in one sip and looked at Boris with contempt.

Selyosha made an inquiring look in the distance, and his father nodded tacitly. Selyosha turned his head and focused on dealing with Yuri. Selyosha attacked Yuri tentatively, and soon attracted Yuri's counterattack. Selyosha used his arms to protect his head tightly, and his eyes observed Yuri's fist path through the gaps in his arms. Selyosha sadly found that he was too short to reach Yuri at all. It was even more difficult to get close to Yuri. In Yuri

Under the continuous attack, the defensive hand shape gradually relaxed. Selyosha secretly complained that something was wrong. Yuri broke through Selyosha's defense with one punch, drilled in through the cracks between his arms, swept to Selyosha's cheekbones, and instantly cut a hole. Selyosha could even see red blood flying in the air, and Selyosha quickly avoided Yuri. If Yuri was forced to a dead corner, Selyosha would definitely not be able to withstand Yuri's attack.

Yuri is a master. If he is playing professional boxing, the two of them are not at the same level as heavyweight, but this is not a game, it is a fight. As long as he can win, there is no need to follow the rules.

Selyosha calmed down, changed his attacking posture, no longer clamped his fists, but naturally relaxed his palms and placed them in front of him. Yuri had just had the sweetness and didn't even want to defend. He just made an uppercut. Selyosha was waiting for this opportunity. He lowered his head and avoided him. Selyosha pounced forward and hugged Yuri's waist. Yuri was a little panicked and smashed his elbow to Selyosha's back. One, two, three times, Selyosha felt that he was about to vomit blood. He grabbed Yuri's shoulder with one hand and the other hand through Yuri's armpit, trying to lock Yuri's arm, but Yuri broke free.

Both of them fell to the ground, and what was worse was that Yuri rode on Selyos. Selyoshe thought to himself: "It's not good, it's bad." The time for the massacre was that Yuri's fist was smashed down. Selyoshe tried hard to protect his head, and his arms crossed with his arms, and his fists hurt. Selyoshe was beaten while resisting desperately. This posture was so comfortable to beat people. Selyoshe was now like the flesh on the chopping board, and he could only be slaughtered by others. He wanted to push Yuri up with his waist, but Yuri was too heavy. Selyoshe tried several times but failed. The father of Petrov on the side was a little anxious. So far, the battle situation was all Yuri's unilateral massacre.

Selyosha used his last strength, and his feet were as close as possible to his hips, leaning against the strength of his waist and legs, and finally pushed Yuri up. Yuri lost balance in an instant and fell forward. Selyosha took the opportunity to pass through Yuri's arm with one hand, hold his wrist with the other hand, and then put force upwards to successfully lock Yuri's arm. The battle situation turned over instantly. Yuri's arm was locked, and his body was forced to tilt to one side, and he could no longer attack Selyosha. Selyosha added a little force on his hand, and the severe pain of his arm being locked made Yuri scream.

"Ah~~! Fuck~~!"

Although Seriosha seemed to be pressed down, if you watch MMA fight frequently, you might realize that this move is called Kimura Suo, and Yuri has been locked. Yuri tried hard to break free, and Seriosha's strength became stronger and stronger. Yuri shouted loudly and hugged Seriosha's neck with the only remaining hand. As soon as he turned over, Seriosha rode on Yuri's body, and Kimura Suosha was broken by Yuri. Seriosha instinctively used another cross-fixion move, wrapped his legs around Yuri's arm and clamped Yuri's neck tightly. With both hands, Seriosha tried his best to torture Yuri hard.

Yuri yelled, his body flapping, but he couldn't break free. He felt that his neck was getting tighter and his arms were getting hurt more and more. The pressure on his neck slowly made Yuri unable to scream, and his violent breathing made Yuri squirt out a saliva. Although he had one hand and two feet to move, he could only let Serrysha slaughter.

With a "hhhh", Yuri's arm was played to the limit and was dislocated by Selyosha. The severe pain made Yuri howl desperately, but he could only make a whimpering sound. Yuri's forehead was so painful that he sweated, his eyebrows were frowning, his lips were bitten and his muscles were twitching.

"Yuri, give up, I will let you go if I admit defeat." Xie Liangsha persuaded surrender.

Yuri hesitated for a long time and finally nodded with difficulty. Selyossa let go of Yuri. Sweat and blood stains covered Selyossa's cheeks. Selyossa lay on the ground, gasping heavily, and didn't think about getting up at all. The green fist marks on his arms witnessed the cruelty of the battle.

"Yuri, you lose, it will be mine in the future, but I don't care at all. How much money can I get when I charge a protection fee on the court?" asked Selyosha.

"Do you want to humiliate me?" Yuri was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but he couldn't do anything to Selyossa.

"No, Yuri, I respect you. You are the best opponent I have ever met. I don't think you should be so miserable. You should fight like a warrior, rather than squatting on the court all day for a few rubles," Seryosha explained, waving to Petrov.

My father threw a kraft paper bag over, and Selyosha caught it. He tore open the paper bag and took out a thick stack of rubles from it.

"This is 10,000 rubles, I'll give it to you. From now on, you can get along with me. I promise to give you this number every month." Selyosha said and handed the money to Yuri.

Yuri looked at the money and then looked at Selyosha. He felt that he was humiliated. He wanted to throw the money on Selyosha's face, but he couldn't do it anyway. Yuri was almost thirty years old and had just come out of Gulag. He had no job. He and his younger brother Mihail lived on his old mother's meager pension. He was a strong man on the battlefield, but in society he was a weak man. He had never seen so much money in his life. Just nodding the money would be his. "Does he really have to watch the stadium for the rest of his life?" Yuri began to hesitate. He stared at Selyosha. Selyosha looked serious and serious, without any tragic expression, and his eyes were full of sincerity.

Without waiting for Yuri to answer, Selyosha turned around and left. He did not want to be rejected by Yuri's hasty resentment. The pain in his body did not make Selyosha resent Yuri. His heart was filled with respect for Yuri.
Chapter completed!