Chapter 123

For mercenaries, eight out of ten are good gamblers, while for free fighting from boxing to meat, at least nine out of ten mercenaries like it very much. Combining the two together, few people can resist the temptation.

The current azizia barracks is a crater. Anyone who jumps in can only wait for the moment of volcanic eruption. It is only a matter of time before Gaddafi's rule is crumbling and completely taken by the opposition. As one of the symbols of Gaddafi's rule, azizia barracks must be the top priority of the opposition's attack.

If there is no accident, the mercenaries left in the azizia barracks are waiting to die. Although they have a lot of money every day, the pessimistic prospect makes the mercenaries in the azizia barracks unable to see the possibility of spending money, so it is normal to take all their money out and make a big bet to have a desperate carnival.

All the mercenaries, a total of 52, came to a corner of the grass. Even the Libyan officers came together, waving money and shouting in Arabic.

In a clearing in the crowd, a white man in his forties shouted excitedly.

"Guys, someone finally challenged the abnormal scum murderer. We can continue our fighting competition again. Anyone can play and bet. Now let me introduce you to the abnormal scum murderer. Needless to say, you all know him. Let me ask the brave challenger. Hello, man, report your name."

Harris stood forward and was about to speak proudly. Li JinFang, who stood beside Harris, pulled Harris and said in a loud voice, "toad, my name is toad."

When Li JinFang spoke, he used English, but the word toad was Chinese pronunciation.

"HAMA? Well, this HAMA man, he's going to challenge the murderer. Let's hope he can kill the murderer. But since this man is a nobody, the odds are one to five. Come on, start betting. Come on, come on. If I were you, I'd bet HAMA wins, five times the odds."

"HAMA, kill the murderer. I think he's very upset!"

"Boy, kill the murderer. We support you."

After the gambler announced to accept the bet, the mercenaries present verbally supported Li JinFang. However, when they bet with the money they waved, they all stood on the side of the murderer, and no one was willing to bet on Li JinFang.

Harris whispered to Li JinFang beside him, "you should say your name is frog. You say toad. No one knows what it means."

High Yang white Harris one eye, low voice way: "if tell them toad is frog, odds still have this high?"

Harris suddenly realized it and immediately said with a smile: "yes, that's right. Five for one. Ha ha, even if there is only one, it will make a lot of money."

After that, Harris immediately took two stacks of banknotes and shouted, "I bet HAMA to win. Damn it, write it down for me. I bet HAMA to win."

After changing the money in his hand into a piece of paper, Harris looked and looked with a smile. At this time, he saw a dozen Libyan officers shouting and betting in Arabic, and then only a few English speaking officers changed the money into gambling for them.

Seeing that lieutenant colonel Ibrahim was making an excited bet, Harris frowned, walked up to the lieutenant colonel, pulled the lieutenant colonel aside and whispered, "who are you betting on to win?"

"Of course it's a murderer. What's the matter?"

Harris looked at no one nearby and whispered, "listen to me and bet the money on our people. I promise you can win."

"But I've bet $20000, but are you really confident that your people will win?"

"Of course, we are together. How can I hurt you?"

"Well, I'll put another 10000 yuan on your people. I hope your information is accurate. Damn it, I've been standing in the wrong line for a long time. I hope you won't disappoint me this time."

When Harris and the lieutenant colonel muttered, the murderer appeared. A white man about 30 years old, about 1.8 meters tall, looked harmless to humans and animals, with a simple smile on his face. He didn't look like a pervert.

The murderer stood in the middle of the crowd, smiled and hooked his fingers to Li JinFang. At this time, he patted Li JinFang on the shoulder and said loudly, "go and kill him."

Li JinFang moved his neck and walked to the opposite side of the murderer. They stood opposite each other. The murderer looked up and down at Li JinFang, smiled and said, "Japanese? Korean? Chinese?"

"Chinese!"

"Very good. You are Chinese. I'll use Chinese Kung Fu to deal with you."

The murderer smiled and saluted Li JinFang with a fist. After Li JinFang was stunned, he also saluted with the traditional etiquette of Chinese martial arts.

The polite killer doesn't look like a pervert, which makes Li JinFang have a little doubt about Harris's words. At this time, the killer said slowly: "I'll kill you with Chinese Kung Fu, although I think Chinese Kung Fu is the most garbage fighting way I've learned."

Li JinFang's face changed and said, "let's do it."

The murderer made a start of Wing Chun boxing and quickly bullied Li JinFang with small steps. After a big drink, his fists pounded Li JinFang's chest and abdomen at a dazzling high speed. The speed was very fast, giving full play to the essence of a set of small ideas in Wing Chun boxing.

Li JinFang fought back and forth with his fists, but he was open and close. He suddenly hit Wing Chun close to his body. It was difficult to parry. Soon, he was given a gap by the murderer and got a heavy punch on his chest.

After being punched, Li JinFang suddenly retreated and temporarily avoided the attack of the murderer. However, although he was punched, Li JinFang completely laid down his heart and couldn't practice Wing Chun boxing. Is that still called Wing Chun boxing? If he got such a punch from a real Wing Chun master, it wouldn't just hurt.

Li JinFang had a bottom in his heart. After the murderer provocatively hooked his finger, the murderer shouted again, but this time Li JinFang took the lead. When the murderer got a little closer, he immediately punched him.

In Chinese Kung Fu, there has never been the strongest boxing. Which is stronger or weaker depends on the level of the people who practice it. Li JinFang does his best to form the essence of Yiquan, while the murderer only practices the fur of Yongchun Boxing at best. In that sentence, Yongchun boxing, which can't even fight, is also called Yongchun boxing.

Li JinFang's fist was like lightning. The murderer couldn't dodge, so he had to put up his fists to block it. After a slight sound, the murderer who was punched in his left arm staggered back for several steps before he stood still.

Instead of pursuing the victory, Li JinFang stood where he was, shook his index finger with disdain on his face and said, "you're called Huaxia Kung Fu? Don't humiliate us. Yongchun boxing is not what you play. You're called the scratch of a three legged cat."

After waving his left hand, the killer still said with a smile: "I told you that Chinese Kung Fu is the most rubbish fighting skill I can. Now, I'm going to use karate. I'm going to break your limbs and let you die in pain."

After roaring again, the murderer put on a karate airs. This time, Li JinFang took the initiative to attack, but he did not stand any cheap with two fists and one foot. The murderer has no fixed moves, which obviously raised his strength to a higher level.

In a real fight, you can't fight with each move for a long time like in the movie. You can only see the result in three fists and two feet. Li JinFang who failed to hit immediately dodged to guard against the attack of the murderer. They carefully tested each other, but they couldn't win or lose for a moment.

The murderer is indeed Li JinFang's equal opponent. The two are temporarily in a stalemate, but Li JinFang is confident that he can win the final victory, because he found that the murderer does know many schools of attacks, but the problem is that he can't chew too much. The murderer didn't really practice any kind of attacks, let alone integrate many attacks.

At this time, all the people present were waving their gambling tickets and shouting loudly. Some were cheering for Li JinFang, and some were cheering for the murderer. They shouted hoarse. I just hope Li JinFang can solve the murderer quickly.

Finally, the murderer launched an attack again. After shaking his left and right fists, a high kick hit Li JinFang's forehead, and Li JinFang waited for this opportunity. A short body kicked the murderer's supporting leg with a sweeping leg, swept it to the ground, and immediately stepped forward and stamped it.

Li JinFang's stamped foot dried up. On the contrary, he was almost kicked to the chin by the murderer on his head and feet. Li JinFang had never seen such an attack before and almost said.

Harris roared, "this is capoeira in South America. Be careful."

Li JinFang didn't know what kapoyela was, but the murderer stood up after turning around on the ground, jumped and said to Li JinFang, "you're very powerful. I'll kill you and eat your heart."

Deceived by the appearance of the murderer, Li JinFang actually didn't have any killing heart, but after the murderer said he wanted to eat his heart, Li JinFang raised his eyebrows and didn't say any nonsense. He immediately came forward and punched him.

The murderer turned sideways to avoid Li JinFang's punch, immediately put his head under his feet, supported the ground with one arm in a very beautiful and handsome posture, and kicked his feet towards Li JinFang very quickly. He saw that Li JinFang was not familiar with kapoyela and wanted to repeat his old skill. However, his moves were useless to Li JinFang this time.

Li JinFang waited for this opportunity. He didn't dodge or hide. He roared. While kicking his legs with both hands, his upper body didn't move, but his right foot was suddenly kicked out and directly kicked into the murderer's face under his head and feet.