Chapter 591

"Don't look at it. The boy is sure to lose."

"Who said no, Bourne was brilliant when he was in the Marine Corps, but his strength was terrible."

"Hum, boy, you lost." The black youth ran to Jiang Yang with a proud look.

"Cut!" Jiang yangbai took a look and didn't pay attention at all.

A bunch of guys who don't know the world.

Is Dragon King so challenging?

Don't say you are a Marine Corps, even the Supreme Court can't take Qin Lang, a small marine corps also tried to fight the Dragon King.

It's ridiculous.

"Shake, boy!"

When Bowen came to Qin Lang, his momentum broke out again: "waste is waste, and it can never be changed!"

Qin Lang's expression did not change at all. His legs seemed to be rooted on the ground, and his fist burst out.

Bang!

The two punches collided.

A huge force along Bourne's arm to the internal organs, Bourne's face suddenly changed.

"Ah

With a scream, he flew out and hit the ground.

"This..." Bourne got up from the ground, his face full of shock and wonder.

All that was quiet was the wind.

Just now, everyone who was still laughing at Qin Lang seemed to have gone to hell. I can't believe what I saw. Was Bourne defeated by one blow?

"Oh Jiang Yang disdains a smile: "and Qin Lang than fist, really don't know should say you have ambition or ignorance."

"Who said no, Qin Lang's fists can't even resist US. He's full of confidence and pride. I don't know where he can be proud." Long Ya also murmured.

When Qin Lang was trained by Nangong Ting, his fist was very strong, and a handful of people didn't dare to take it.

In today's world, I'm afraid only Cao's Baji boxing can be more powerful than Qin Lang's.

Besides, few people can compete with Qin Lang.

"Bourne, what are you doing?"

"Stand up and hit him!"

"You didn't eat?"

There was a lot of sobbing and swearing around.

Bourne was also aggrieved.

He didn't mean it and didn't keep his hand, but in front of Qin Lang, his fist was like hitting a shell. If he hadn't seen the bad situation and relieved his strength in time, I'm afraid his hand would have been broken.

"How can this boy's fist be so strong?" Bourne was secretly worried.

His cowhide has been blown out, and it's the battle he initiated. If he loses or admits defeat, it's like beating his own face.

"Come on, beat him!"

"Hit him!"

In the crowd's coax, Bowen once again to meet.

"Drink!" Bourne slashed the whip sideways.

Qin Lang's God of war generally stood in the same place and did not move. Knowing that Bourne's leg whip reached the top of his head, Qin Lang's eyes flashed a fierce color. He directly grabbed Bourne's ankle.

"Ah..."

In Bourne's scream, Qin Lang tugs at his ankle and slaps him on the ground.

Bang!

Bowen's body patted heavily on the ground, making everyone's scalp numb.

It's not over yet.

Qin Lang's arm muscles bulged, and Bourne climbed up. As a result, a huge force came from his ankle, and his body was dragged out of control on the ground again.

Bang!

Qin Lang swung Bourne's body and hit him on the ground again.

"Poof --" Bowen's foot was grabbed by Qin Lang, and he was lying on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't.

However, it can not change the fate of being swung.

"Ah..." Bourne made a sad cry after being swung up. The next second, his body hit the ground heavily again.

There was a dull thump.

Bowen's face was twisted, and his five zang organs and six Wu organs seemed to move. His chest and ribs seemed to be broken.

"Poof... Poof..." blood kept pouring out of Wayne's mouth."No, no, no!" Bourne turned to sleep on the ground and begged for mercy. There was blood in his teeth: "lost, I lost..."

Qin Lang doesn't continue to work. He lets Byrne go.

Bourne got up in a hurry.

At this time, he was not embarrassed. His whole body was dirty and dusty. His mouth was full of blood. He covered his abdomen and squatted on the ground, panting in pain.

It's horrible.

Bourne had never been in such a mess as he was today. He could not fight back when he was beaten. He was scared when he thought about this kind of beating.

"Bourne, you trash!"

"That's my money..."

"You can't even beat a little boy. You can't beat the Marines. I think the Niang gun station is pretty good."

......

It was full of sobs and howls.

The people who pressed on Bourne were all in tears, while Jiang Yang and Long Ya made a lot of money.

At first, people thought that Bourne would win, so the stakes were quite high. But Bourne lost, so they lost ten times.

No wonder when Bourne lost, everyone was crying.

"Didn't you feel very proud just now? Why can't you laugh?" Jiang Yang stepped on the table with one foot, holding a stack of banknotes in his hand: "hurry up, I'm willing to accept defeat, take money and take money!"

"Take the money and don't deny it."

Long Ya, no matter what, snatched the money directly from them.

They were discontented for a moment, but they shuddered at the thought of Bern's tragedy just now. They were just too angry to speak up and handed in the money honestly.

They don't want to experience being swung and smashed to the ground.

That picture, just thinking about it in my mind, makes my scalp numb.

In the base, more than a dozen onlookers sighed when they saw this scene. One by one, they looked at Qin Lang and wanted to blow fire. They wanted to lift their guns and bullets directly.

"What's going on here?" At this time, a gray haired man in camouflage came up with a cigar in his mouth: "why do so many people get together?"

"Commander, there's a fight out there." A guard said immediately.

"Fight, fight?" The man's face was also interested. He was not dissatisfied with the fight. He asked people to open the door and the man came out surrounded by the guard.

Everyone immediately straightened out their stance.

The man came to Qin Lang and Bourne with a cigar in his mouth, took a puff of it and said, "are you fighting?"

Qin Lang stood up straight and said, "it's not a fight, it's a duel."

"Oh? What happened? " The man asked immediately.

Qin Lang takes a look at Bowen. Bowen is dirty. The corners of his mouth and eyes are bloodstained. He can't bear the pain and his brows are twisted together.

Qin Lang smiles: "commander, the result is very obvious."

"Well, not bad." The man patted Qin Lang on the shoulder with admiration, then he turned and walked to the base: "the Federation recruits international agents, those who want to sign up will follow me."

The crowd followed in his footsteps.

Qin Lang and others look at each other with a smile and follow up.

They came to an open space in the base, next to a neat army, about 100 people, all armed with live ammunition, with the murderous and resolute look of soldiers.