After all the people were sweating profusely, they entered the eating, drinking and chat mode. Liu Qingshan had a wide range of knowledge and soon made these foreigners stunned.

The topic quickly shifted to the hottest Olympics at the moment. A big black man grinned with big lips and began to brag, saying that if he went to the Olympics, he would definitely win a boxing gold medal.

Speaking of the rise, he even came down to the scene and waved his fists so hard that it looked like that.

"Mike, why don't you have a boxing match with this gentleman?"

A voice suddenly rang.

Liu Qingshan turned his head and almost shouted: The old hat uncle was holding a black girl on his left arm and a hot-shaped ocean horse on his right arm, which instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

What's going on?

"Okay, this suggestion is good. Come on, have a showdown between men!"

The black man Mike immediately looked fierce and said eagerly.

That black girl has an affair with him, so she wants to cheat, so of course she can't bear it.

The old hat is honest and said, "Your boxing technique just now is simply a fancy fist."

I don’t know if it was intentional if the big horse with a big figure was translated on purpose, but I also translated the old hat’s words to the point of being ignorant.

Mike was even more angry. He had received professional boxing training and could easily knock down three or five ordinary people.

Lao Maoer is also a fool: "What's wrong, I want to fight, right? Come on, come on, you're a man and you're definitely not afraid!"

Liu Qingshan frowned: "McCall, this won't cause any trouble, right?"

"It's okay, this is a private exchange and does not involve diplomacy."

McCall also acted like he was afraid that the world would be in chaos. He was still raising rice seedlings beside him, took out a banknote from his pocket, and waved it and said, "I bet on Mike to win!"

Foreigners are very gambled. When they see those with the lead, they immediately bet.

They all knew Mike's strength, so they all bet on Mike's side and soon piled up a lot of them. Look at it, it was almost several thousand yuan.

There are foreign exchange bills and US dollars.

Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: It's okay, okay, I'm still worried about how to fleece!

So he also took out the only five hundred dollars left on him: "I'll bet on my old hat!"

"Liu, you have to consider before betting."

McCall also kindly reminded.

Liu Qingshan said seriously: "I brought people, and of course I have to support my compatriots!"

Now the height of the country and nation has risen. A few people who have not made bets immediately paid for it and bet on Mike to win.

Just on the dance floor where we were dancing just now, the warring parties stood opposite each other, with a large group of people around him holding wine glasses and gathering in a large circle, making excitement and whistling, which was very lively.

McCall stood up temporarily and acted as the referee. The guy raised his voice and spoke in a long voice to introduce the players on both sides.

Taking advantage of this time, Liu Qingshan quickly pulled the old hat aside: "Uncle Master, I want to win this game, but don't take a heavy blow. If you kill someone, we both have to get into the game."

Lao Maoer nodded: "You don't go to Sijiu City to inquire. If we guys fight, we have never been convinced."

After saying that, he collided his two big fists and was about to rush up.

"No, gloves."

McCall gestured and signaled that the old hat would put on the boxing gloves.

Where did the old hat look for that thing? He kept shaking his head. Only then did Liu Qingshan remember an important question:

Uncle Master doesn’t understand the rules of boxing. If he loses because of a foul, he will lose to grandma’s house.

So he seized the time and talked to his uncle. The time was short and he could only talk about the key points.

"Don't use your feet, isn't that equivalent to letting him have two feet?"

The old hat was a little confused, but fortunately he didn't let his hands and feet shine his iron elbows: "If you don't use your legs, you can only use this one."

It's so lingering, uncle, you are not allowed to use your elbows!

Liu Qingshan was shocked and sweated coldly. At this moment, someone brought a pair of boxing gloves to the old hat and helped him put them on.

Dongdong, the old hat hit his fists and shook his head and said, "Wear this thing, it's soft and not manly at all!"

After a while, the game finally started.

Foreigners just know how to play. The hot-bodied ocean horse was holding a piece of paper with a number "1" written on it, and circled around for a while, indicating the beginning of the first round.

With the sound of drumbeats, McCall signaled that the competition would officially begin.

Mike is tall and big, of course, his old hat is not bad in appearance, and both sides are really heavyweight.

In order to show friendship, Mike stretched out his fists and wanted to collide with the old hat, which is also a game habit and common sense.

The old hat didn't understand this. When he saw the other party's fist slowly stretching over, he was about to start hitting it.

"Uncle Master, this is a ritual, I'll hit him gently."

Liu Qingshan hurriedly shouted off the court, and he is now equivalent to a coach.

"I understand!"

The old hat did not fist with the other party, but put his hands on it and gave a traditional boxing ceremony. It was just wearing boxing gloves, which seemed a bit out of place.

“Wow, Chinese gongfu!”

The black girl just now shook her body hard and made a lioness-like roar in her mouth.

Because of the spread of Bruce Lee, Chinese Kung Fu is still somewhat influential in the United States.

Seeing that the audience was shouting Kung Fu, Mike couldn't help but feel a little savory. His body was jumping like a kangaroo, his front hand was jabbed, and his back hand was heavy punched to follow, and he launched a combined punch attack.

The old hat also punched like lightning, and his fists came forward. After years of tempering, his body had already formed a natural reaction. After putting on the opponent's gloves, he was ready to grab the opponent's wrist, take one stroke, and cooperate with the steps of entering the knee and inserting the crotch, and directly knocking the opponent down.

As a result, he reached out and grabbed it, and found that he couldn't catch it at all with his fists wearing gloves. He was stunned for a moment and was hit by the fist like a spitting out of letters by Mike.

With two muffled bangs, the old hat was hit twice. He didn't know how to use his fists and arms to protect him, so he was hit hard.

If he hadn't been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he had been hit by these two blows, especially the heavy punch in the latter, he would have been knocked down.

After Mike succeeded, the combined punches behind him hit like a storm.

The old hat then realized, and according to the steps under his feet, he shook his upper body back and forth. Every time, Mike's fist would rub against his cheek and hit him.

"My God, what a beautiful dodge, making people feel as if they saw the butterfly dance of boxing champion Ali!"

Among the audience, someone cheered loudly.

Mike punched twenty or thirty punches in a row, and his fists were lost and his physical strength was exhausted. He had to give up his plan to knock down his opponent.

"Boy, it's a great fight, right? It's my turn this time!"

The old hat is now moving, and he jumps out and kicks Mike in the stomach, directly kicking him in a big butt, causing a burst of exclamation from the audience.

"No, you are a foul. You are not allowed to kick, you will be deducted points!"

McCall quickly stood among the two contestants and shouted loudly.

Liu Qingshan also grinned: "Uncle Master, you can't use your feet, how did you tell you just now!"

The old hat hit the head with his fists: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it, I really didn't mean it."

Fortunately, he didn't forget Liu Qingshan's advice just now, so he didn't exert much force. Mike stood up and rubbed his stomach with grin. It seemed that nothing was wrong.

Liu Qingshan also had to apologize to others, mainly because he was not familiar with the rules, and Mike also expressed his understanding.

In fact, he was already a little scared. If it were ordinary people, he would have been beaten down by him, but he would have been beaten to waste all of them, proving that the other party's reaction speed was far higher than that of him.

When the war started again, Mike attacked again, fists fiercely, but the old hat was still so easy. Taking advantage of the unstable pace of the opponent, he would bully his body and fight sideways, directly resist Mike in mid-air and throw him to the ground.

The audience around exclaimed, they had never seen such a boxing match: You hit yours, I hit mine, you hit boxing, I use my skills, how can I play this?

"Foof, foul!"

Before the referee could speak, Liu Qingshan yelled.

If he lost the game because of a foul, it would be unfair. He only had the five hundred dollars left in his hand. After losing, he would not even have a chance to make a profit.

When the old man heard his nephew shouting, he could only angrily put down the Mike who was lifted into the air, then bit his fist gloves with his teeth, took them down and threw them on the ground:

"I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore, I won't use this one, and I won't use that one. I'm so frustrating and boring!"

Everyone also saw that if there was a fight, Mike would have been lying down long ago, and Chinese Kung Fu was indeed well-known.

However, within the boxing rules, this person is obviously not used to it, so this is destined to be a resultless game.

Although the old hat withdrew from the competition, it did not fail. The two girls just now came forward enthusiastically, pestering him to learn "Chinese gongfu". But looking at the storm in their eyes, they might be able to learn how to do it.

The other audiences felt a little uneasy. They had just been excited and hadn't vented their emotions well yet, so they were holding them in.

"Or what if I continue to fight?"

Liu Qingshan looked at the pile of money like a hill on the table and felt that he could not give up just like that.

Although he has not undergone professional boxing training, he has watched many boxing competitions and is still aware of the minimum knowledge and rules.

When the audience heard this, they were excited again and started cheering again, and Mike agreed.
To be continued...