Chapter 171

"Poof

Almost at the moment when the cold light exploded, the sharp dagger had pierced the air, straight into the ring under Luo Quan's feet, no more than an inch away from Luo Quan's body.

On the ring, even the nearest person can only see the deep void in the shape of the sword, which is dark and deep.

There was a dead silence.

It's really as silent as death. I can't even hear the sound of breathing.

"You know what? What I hate most about me is that you still don't understand what I have said clearly enough. "

Wang Xu raised his eyes slightly and swept around. Finally, he looked at Luo Quan in the ring and said faintly:

"What? I said that you are not my opponent, you just don't want to believe... "

But in the middle of the conversation, Wang Xu seemed to feel something. He frowned abruptly, then a touch of disgust flashed on his face, and directly scolded rather ominously

"Fuck! What is it? To die like this? What a coward

After scolding, he turned around and took Xing Yumei and Feng Qingqing to the hall.

In this process, most of the people in the hall are at a loss for Wang Xu's inexplicable change.

what do you mean?

Luo Jiuwang

Dead?

How can it be!

They admit that the means Wang Xugang has just demonstrated are indeed extreme. Even ordinary people like them can see the difference between Luo Quan and Wang Xu.

But the dagger that Wang Xugang just threw out didn't hit Luo Quan's body. I don't know whether it was Wang Xu's intention or coincidence that he fell at Luo Quan's feet.

Anyway, Luo Quan is not dead, is he?

Not even hurt. Well, how did Wang Xu become a dead man?

People are full of doubts.

At this time, from a distance, Feng Qingqing and Xing Yumei asked the same question: "Prince Wang, is that Luo Jiuwang really dead? The dagger you just threw out didn't touch him

"Yes, he is still standing in the ring. I don't think his face has changed. It seems that he is not afraid of you at all. How can he be a dead man?"

It's not just the two women. Which one of them is not the question?

Even the dozen big men with black waistcoats brought by Luo Quan were closest to the boxing ring and could see it most clearly.

In the face of Wang Xu's terrible hand, their eldest brother's face is not changed, his face is slightly ironic, his back is straight, his hands are behind his back, his feet are in the shape of eight characters, the golden sword is standing there, even Luo Quan's eyes are still

wait!

It seems that he suddenly found something unbelievable. A big man in a black vest shivered his lips and pointed to Luo Quan. His voice was hoarse and full of disbelief. He asked blankly and dully:

"Everybody, you see, our eldest brother's eyes don't have any spirit..."

"It seems to be..." Wen Yan, a few big men with black waistcoats looked at him together. At the same time, their faces were stiff. Then they were all in a trance and said sleepwalking

"... really?"

In response, at the beginning, the man in the black vest almost tried his best to squeeze out a trembling sentence from his lungs

"Our boss, Luo Jiuwang... Unexpectedly, unexpectedly... Scared to death?"

In fact, his voice is not big, but in a dead hall, it is no less than a thunder.

"What?"

"King Luo Jiu was scared to death?"

"How can it be? He is the king of Luo Jiu who lost eight Southeast Asian boxing champions in a row and killed one in the last punch, which made the tenth person dare not go on stage! "

For a moment, I don't know how many people don't want to believe it.

But soon, with the crowd flocking to the bottom of the ring, not only these black waistcoat men found the truth, all the people who came over found the truth.

A fact that we have to accept!

"How could King Luo Jiuwang be so easily scared to death?"

"Or... Scared to death standing up?"

"This, this, this..."

For a while, I don't know how many people can't accept this fact.

If you don't see and experience this result, who the hell will believe it?

Now, they go out... No, call their friends, swear to heaven, swear at their mother, I'm afraid few people will believe it.

But, this is true!

Luo Quan, also known as Luo Jiuwang, is a veteran boxer in the underground black boxing circle for more than ten years.

To death!

Also stand on the ring dead!

Scared to death!

Countless people lost their minds and then lost their voice.

"Step on it! Step on it! Step on it

The hall became more and more silent, leaving only the footsteps of Wang Xu, Xing Yumei and Feng Qingqing.

Suddenly, as if he had just done a trivial thing that was not worth worrying about, Wang Xu calmly took the two girls all the way to the deepest part of the hall.

There are elevators leading to the casinos deeper down the ring than this underground ring.

I don't know when, everyone's eyes are fixed on Wang Xu's body, and then follow the man's back, step by step to send him to the depth of the hall.

Gradually, people's eyes became fanatical.

That kind of fanaticism, compared with the previous look at Luo Quan's eyes, is more hot, but also a little more awe.

As if they saw the man, not the man.

It's a demon!

Even the guards who guard the elevator leading to the next floor of the casino are full of awe when they look at Wang Xu. They don't dare to stop him at all. They even open the elevator door in advance.

"Hoo..."

Until the elevator door fell, no longer see the man's back, boxing hall suddenly appeared a huge wind howling.

That's the movement caused by everyone relaxing and finally not holding their breath.

"Touch!"

In this breath sound, there is also an inharmonious sound of human body landing.

Brother Zhen slumped on the ground, his whole body shaking like chaff, his face pale, and his eyes were in fear.

He came out almost crying:

"What did I just... Do?"

……

At the same time, the lower floor of the underground ring.

In a luxurious VIP private room, a 27-8-year-old boy is sitting in front of a huge round gambling table. In front of him, in the middle of a pile of chips worth tens of millions, there is a dagger with its tail shaking slightly.

At this time, childe's face was pale, and a piece of hair on his forehead was slowly falling down, and a trace of blood also slipped down his forehead.

"Who is it? Who is it? How the hell did this sword come to me? Who is it? "

The boy bit his teeth. He was scared and angry to the extreme. He almost roared wildly.