The black man was obviously surprised that someone recognized him, so he turned to Ouyang Ming and asked, "Who are you?"

Ouyang Ming smiled and said, "Oh, it's no wonder you don't recognize me anymore. We didn't meet each other formally back then, let alone ten years ago. Ten years ago, you were still young, sixteen or seventeen years old. At that time, you were not the king of fighting in New York, your brother was. It's just that your brother was arrogant and looked down on us yellow people. My senior brother opened a martial arts school in Chinatown, New York. Your brother brought a group of people to kick the club and threatened to challenge my senior brother.

, and he was rude and openly discriminated against my senior brother's identity as a yellow race. As a result, my senior brother was severely scolded and made him swear in public that he would never be disrespectful to the yellow race. Unexpectedly, ten years later, your brother withdrew from street boxing, and your younger brother came up instead and inherited his title. But did you forget your brother's oath back then, and dared to run to San Francisco to provoke? Is this your own intention or someone instructed you to do this?"

Ouyang Ming's words made the black man's face change drastically. After staring at Ouyang Ming for a long time, he asked, "You are from the Changqing Martial Arts Hall in Chinatown, New York."

Ouyang Ming said: "Didn't you hear what I said clearly? Lin Changqing, the director of Changqing Martial Arts Museum, is my senior brother."

"You are brothers." When the black man heard this, he suddenly showed a fierce look on his face and clenched his fists and said, "Your senior brother defeated my brother back then, which made him lose his fighting spirit. As a result, he was defeated in the street boxing competition. He was blinded and had to withdraw from street boxing. Over the years, I always wanted to defeat him and avenge my brother. However, Lin Changqing has taken so many disciples. Every time I go to Changqing Martial Arts Hall to challenge, his disciple always comes out to send me away, and I can't see him. Since you are his junior brother, the same is true for me to defeat you. As long as I beat you half to death, I don't believe that Lin Changqing will continue to avoid me."

As he said that, the black man raised his fists and posed in an attacking position.

Ouyang Ming laughed and said, "Your name is Hornerson, right? You are really good at talking big, and you are arrogant than your brother. My senior brother will avoid you. You can't even beat his apprentice and you are not qualified to see him. You are so embarrassed to defeat me and you are arrogant and defeat me. People like you who can only fight illegal boxing on the streets will be able to solve you in half a minute."

Before Ouyang Ming could finish his words, he heard the black man Hornerson roar and waved his fists and rushed towards Ouyang Ming.

Wang Lei in the boxing ring was stunned when he saw this scene.

This black guy has found the wrong target. Didn’t he come to cause trouble for himself? Why did he fight with Ouyang Ming, the uncle of the ninth master?

When Wang Lei was very interested in him when he knew that this black guy named Hornerson was the king of fighting on the streets of New York, he thought about fighting with him and trying his abilities to see how far the difference between the king of fighting on the streets of New York and the boxing champion of his profession was.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Ming took the lead

This black guy and his brother had a grudge with the master Berlin Changqing ten years ago. The world is really small

Hornerson is worthy of being the king of fighting on the streets of New York. His attack speed is very fast, but his punching skills are a bit rough. He cannot be compared with his professional boxer. He can only be considered a savage, but extremely fierce.

Especially the fierce eyes with murderous intent were like bloodthirsty beasts, which made people shudder.

If it were an ordinary boxer who faced his eyes and fierce and brutal fighting style, he might have been scared to his feet and lost all his fighting spirit, and was defeated by him two or three punches.

But Wang Lei could not be frightened by his eyes, and would not take his savage style of play seriously.

Wang Lei believes that if this Hornerson comes to the ring to fight him, he can beat him up in one round at most.

Ouyang obviously is the same

Although Wang Lei has known Ouyang Ming for a long time and knows that he is his grandfather's disciple and has learned boxing from his grandfather, it is the first time he has seen Ouyang Ming use force with others.

Facing Hornerson's fierce fist, Ouyang Ming did not retreat but advanced. He sideways and avoided Hornerson's fist, and at the same time crashed into Hornerson's arms, with his shoulders heavily hitting Hornerson's chest.

Hornathan, who weighs at least 180 pounds, was hit by Ouyang Ming, who looked at most 160 pounds.

It's actually Bajiquan's close body

Pure Chinese martial arts style

The ninth uncle Ouyang Ming also practiced Bajiquan

Hornerson was very strong. Although Ouyang Ming unexpectedly flew two meters away, he quickly stood firm after landing and rushed up again.

This time he was a little cautious, and the forward rushing speed was slower. He stopped slashing in front of Ouyang Ming, but instead tentatively punched a front jab.

It looks like a professional boxer

Ouyang Ming chose to make a move.

He kicked Hornathan in the front knee with a low side kick.

Hornerson staggered, his posture suddenly became messy, and then he was hit hard on his neck, his eyes turned black, and he immediately knelt down.

Fist

Ouyang Ming hit Hornathan's neck with a split fist from Xingyi Five Elements Fist, making Hornathan kneel down.

"Are you admit defeat?"

Ouyang Ming did not attack again, but asked.

Hornerson shook his head, dispelling the dizziness, and then his face turned extremely ugly.

"ah"

With a low growl, Hornson, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly opened his arms and rushed towards Ouyang Ming, hugging Ouyang Ming's waist.

Then Hornerson roared again, his legs kept thrusting, and his waist was thrusting, lifting Ouyang Ming over his head and neck, and throwing him backwards.

It turned into a wrestling style

It is still a very classic German-style back throw. The full name is German-style cross-bridge back throw, and the scientific name is a belly-back hug waist-style back throw.

On the wrestling stage, the wrestler was thrown heavily by his opponent with this move, and he would be dizzy and lose his combat effectiveness.

If you use this move in reality, you will accidentally break the opponent's cervical spine and cause the opponent to die.

However, Ouyang Ming was not thrown down by Hornerson.

The moment he was picked up by Hornerson, Ouyang Ming hooked Hornerson's neck with his back hand and punched Hornerson in the temple, causing Hornerson's back to fall across the bridge to fail in half.

Ouyang Ming, who was still hanging on Hornerson, took the opportunity to grab Hornerson's left wrist, turned his body and wrapped his legs around Hornerson's left arm, and then fell backwards.

"Oh"

Hornerson let out an unpleasant scream, but Ouyang Ming's legs locked his left arm and his joints were about to break.

Lock arm cross solid

Wang Lei in the boxing ring was stunned again.

Suddenly I felt that this uncle of the ninth master should have gone to fight.

Close-fitting, low-side kick, chopping fist, locking arm cross-fix

Uncle Ninth Division Ouyang Ming seems to be a fan of Bruce Lee. His playing style is very evident as Bruce Lee Jeet Kune Do.

Hornarson, who was controlled by Ouyang Ming's arm-locking cross-control, struggled unable to do so, and felt that the left elbow joint was about to break, and he had to admit defeat in the pain.

"Stop, I admit defeat"

"Are you convinced?"

"Seeking"

"Since you are convinced, I tell me who ordered you to come to San Francisco to find trouble for Wang Lei. I don't believe that you have traveled from New York to San Francisco thousands of miles away, just to challenge."

"I'm damn, I said, it's Shami, it's Shami who gave me 100,000 US dollars and asked me to come to Wang Lei. He said that as long as I can hurt Wang Lei or break one arm, I will give me another 100,000 US dollars."

"Who is Shami"

"He was a gangster in Brooklyn, New York. He was doing things for Mr. Gotty. It should have been Mr. Gotty's instructions."

"Why did Mr. Gotty do this?"

"How do I know? Maybe the yellow boy offended him, oh, I really don't know how to damn it, my arm is broken."

Ouyang Ming let go of Hornerson, stood up and said, "Your arm is not broken yet, get out of San Francisco, don't let me see you again, otherwise your arm will be determined."

Hornarson, sweating profusely in pain, got up, glared at Ouyang Ming fiercely, and then stumbled away from the boxing gym with his left arm.

"Baobo"

But it was Wang Lei in the boxing ring applauding.

"Wow, Uncle Ninth Master, I didn't expect that your force was so powerful. I thought you could only treat bruises and injuries and massage bones. I underestimated you. Otherwise, you don't have to be my nursing doctor today. Come up and fight me and do my training."

"Stop making trouble, I can't fight with you." Ouyang Ming first shook his head and refused, and then asked, "By the way, how did you offend Gotti?"

"Goti, I don't know who he is, how can I offend him?" Wang Lei was puzzled.

Ouyang Ming sighed: "Goti's full name is John Goti. He also has a younger brother named Peter Goti. They are from the Gambino family in New York. Two years ago, Paul Castellano, the second godfather of the Gambino family, was shot dead on the streets of Manhattan. John Goti became the third godfather of the Gambino family. He and his younger brother Peter almost control all the gang forces in New York. Not many people dare to mess with them because the consequences of offending them are death."

Wang Lei was stunned when he heard this, and after a while, he frowned and said, "I have never been to New York. How could I offend the Gotti brothers? Unless they are extreme racists, they can't stand me as a yellow man and become a boxing champion, so I sent someone to deal with me."

Ouyang Ming shook his head and said, "The Shangdi brothers have blacks and Asians under him, so they cannot be an extreme racist."

"Then I don't understand, unless"

Wang Lei thought of Tang Jin. The online news in his previous life mentioned that Tang Jin had a gang background and seemed to have a friendship with a gang family in New York. Could it be this Gambino family?

If this is the case, the Goti brothers might have been entrusted by Tang Jin to deal with themselves.

"Unless there is something thunder, what do you think of?" But Sadler, who had been watching the game before, couldn't help but ask.

Wang Lei said his guess.

Of course, I concealed the news that I saw on the Internet in my previous life, but said that I accidentally saw the report in an old newspaper.

Sadler frowned and thought for a while before saying, "This possibility is not ruled out. Don Jin, a vampire, is indeed a vengeful villain. It is not uncommon to do such things. Let's do it, Lei, before going to New York to compete, you stay in Chinatown and don't go out except for training in the boxing gym. It's better to let Neeson follow you twenty-four hours."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Lei and said, "It's not that serious. Sadler, this is San Francisco, not New York, the Gotti brothers can't do anything to me. Besides, Chinatown is my grandfather's territory, and I'm very safe there and don't have to follow you twenty-four hours."

Sadler said: "I stick to it."

Wang Lei: ""

Sorry, I had a cold and fever yesterday, which caused it to be not updated at night. The doctor said that I was a seasonal cold. I got a habit of cold and fever every year when the season changed. No matter how I did it, I couldn't prevent it. It came more accurately than the girl's aunt. I felt so uncomfortable yesterday that I slept until after nine in the morning and asked for a day off. I thought I could write after taking medicine, but the fever did not subside. I lay in bed and slept until after six in the evening. I just ate for dinner and finished the chapter. Upload it first and then continue to code. Try to code another chapter tonight. If it doesn't exist before twelve o'clock, I can only wait until tomorrow morning. Please understand.
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