Chapter 931

Baird governor's mansion resort is located along the river valley and built by mountains and rivers.

The hotel is picturesque. It used to be the residence of a Burmese governor. There are countless lodgers who come here every year.

In addition, the biggest highlight is that the hotel has the largest fighting club in Myanmar.

Li Qiao gets out of the car in front of the hotel, and the ushers greet each other with smiling faces in ethnic costumes.

Wei ang was not proficient in Burmese. At most, he could communicate simply. He explained a few words to the usher, but all of them were language faults.

Li Qiao came forward without delay and threw out two words in a light voice: "boxing hall."

The usher immediately turned to his side, made an invitation arm, and led the way.

Wei ang scratched his head, "madam, I'm laughing."

Li Qiao looked at him and asked quietly, "didn't you learn Burmese?"

"No Wei ang did not doubt that there was him. He explained as he walked, "there are several kinds of cities in common use, but he did not touch Burmese."

Li Qiao gently pick eyebrows, "then who give dad when translation?"

Hearing this, Wei ang said with a smile: "the Burmese Language of my family is very smooth. I don't need to translate. I can't hear it."

Li Qiao's heart was clear, and her lips were covered with an interesting radian. She walked up the corridor of the Valley Villa.

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The indoor boxing hall is located at the end of the hotel leisure area.

The huge flat roof venue covers a vast area, and the surrounding supporting rest facilities are also perfect.

There are not many people in the martial arts center. There are several men in training clothes standing at the door, looking at the inner room of the martial arts center from time to time, discussing something carefully.

Li Qiao came closer and heard what they were discussing.

"Is there a deep hatred between them?"

"I don't look like it. Maybe it's a duel."

Standing on the outside, the man took a cigarette and shook his head, "I guess they are rivals."

Li qiaomo passed them silently, her eyes slightly cool.

Wei ang just opened the door of the boxing house, and the people behind him muttered, "if it's really a rival in love, it's too terrible. The independent boxing house has been destroyed. What a revenge?"

Li Qiao's pace seems not to be in a hurry, but it still speeds up a bit.

He Chen's strength is close to 2000. If he really does it, Shang Yu

He Chen left the highest record in the examination and boxing strength test of Santang.

As for Shang Yu's boxing strength, she was not impressed and probably didn't ask.

In the hall of the martial arts center, a few students were absent-minded in sandbags. Coaches and other staff gathered at the door of the private boxing room in the rear. Some paid and others received money.

Seems to be betting.

Li Qiao's complexion lightly walks past, pass by the first boxing room, she casually glances, the vision stagnates.

With all a hideous mess, the hanging sand bag broke, and the landing speed ball broke into two parts. The fighting equipment such as foam protector was scattered on the floor.

It's a mess.

In the boxing room next door, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard.

They've destroyed the first room, and they're destroying the second.

At this time, two men dressed as bodyguards came out from the corner of the boxing room. They walked quickly to Li Qiao and Wei ang and nodded: "young lady, guard, young master and brother Chen are still fighting."

Wei ang looked at Li Qiao's face, turned his eyes and asked, "are you hurt?"

The bodyguard very understanding ground answers: "did not see blood at present."

Li Qiao pursed her lips and looked at the closed door of the boxing room. "Open the door."

The bodyguard stood still. Wei ang also swallowed his throat and whispered, "young lady, we'd better wait."

When the young master starts, he will die.

All the boxing houses were destroyed, not to mention the flesh and blood of them. They didn't resist beating. They went in rashly, which was comparable to giving their heads away.

Li Qiao is speechless, walk slowly to the door of the boxing room, raised a high pointed thin chin, "kick open."

Bodyguard and Wei ang

Seeing Li Qiao's cold eyes, Wei ang didn't dare to delay. He walked to the door with a look of death. He raised his leg and kicked, but the door didn't move.

Wei ang even kicked three feet to open the door lock. The wooden door hit the wall behind the door because of external force. When it bounced back, Li Qiao stepped forward and butted it with her toes.

The sound of fighting is endless, close to the body. The sound of fighting is never stopped.

Among them, there is also a sneer from he Chen, "Shang Shaoyan, you are going backward."

When Li Qiao raised her eyes, a gray shadow came. It was a sandbag that had been hit.

"Young lady!"

Wei'ang was so scared that he rushed to block Li Qiao in front of him.

At the same time, sandbags on his face, sand flying all over the sky.

As a result of inertia, wei'ang retreated with sandbags in his arms, hit his back against the wall, and then slipped faintly along the wall to the floor.

Pain is the second, mainly feel dizzy.

Shang Yu and he Chen, who are still fighting, are so involved that they ignore the emergency at the door.

Until hearing Wei Ang's exclamation, Shang Yu, who was breathing heavily, stopped. A little bit of tension passed through his eyes, "pretty!"

This boxing room also failed to escape the doom of being destroyed.

At this time, Li Qiao stood a few steps away from Wei ang, looking at him calmly, as if to say: unnecessary.

When the sandbag came, she had already sidestepped away.

If it were not for Wei ang, she would not have been splashed with fine sand.

At the same time, Shang Yu came to Li Qiao's face. His pupils were constricted and his breath was uneven. "What's the matter?"

Li Qiao moved back to the line of sight and looked up to see the handsome face of the man full of thin sweat.

His short hair is slightly damp, slightly disorderly hanging over the brow bone, and his eyes are red, which seems to be caused by long-term exercise.

Eyes down, the man's shirt is full of wrinkles, chest sleeves open three, bare chest has obvious bruises.

Only, his handsome face is as handsome as ever, and there is no eye injury.

Li Qiao returned to mind and touched the bruise on his chest, "does it hurt?"

Shang Yu flicked the sand off her shoulder with a slight shake in his hand, and his voice was a little hoarse and fuzzy. "How come all of a sudden?"

Li Qiao glanced at he Chen at the back of the room and did not answer the rhetorical question, "who won?"

The voice fell and he bent over his knee, he fell on the foam mat.

Shang Yu's muscles were still in a state of excitement. He glanced sideways at he Chen and said, "you've regressed."

He Chen single leg bent in front of the body, small arm lap knee, the same dumb voice laugh: "we are each other, who don't say who the hell."

Although Shang Yu's posture is as steady as a mountain, Li Qiao can still detect his shaking body, which is probably the muscle twitch caused by excessive force.

Li Qiao looked left and right, once again and Shang Yu four eyes opposite, curved lips smile way: "tired?"

The man breathed softly, and his black eyes looked at her eyebrows for a moment.

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