Chapter 1425

Wow, the ring began to boil around:

"Ah! I won! No. 1, good!"

"No. 1, make up another foot and kick him to death!"

"Number one, blow his head!"?

The gamblers who bought "No. 1" around waved their fists wildly and began to howl with excitement. Their expressions were very rich and exaggerated.

"Shit, damn number two!"

"Son of a bitch, it's useless!"

"Pull him down, chop him and feed the dog!"

On the other side, the people who buy No. 2 are pointing and abusing, some people are annoyed and frustrated, and others keep drooping their heads and competing with themselves while chanting words?

Zhang Jin, Wang Kui and a Niu couldn't help standing up and shouting with blood boiling all over their body.

Zhang Jin bought No. 1 to win. When he saw No. 1 win, he was naturally elated: "No. 1, kick again. You can't let him get up. What are you doing? Kick!"

Wang Kui bought No. 2 to win. When he saw No. 2 lying down, he naturally waved his fist and cheered: "No. 2, get up! Fuck, get up! I bet you 20000 yuan..."

Seeing such a hot scene, Li Mingyi couldn't help but stand up and scream: "No. 2, you fucking pretend to be dead, get up!"

All the people were crazy. They didn't treat the two boxers in the ring as people at all, as if they were just two fighting beasts.

At this time, there were two middle-aged men sitting in the VIP area ten meters away from Li Mingyi and them. Both men were wearing black suits and holding cigars in their hands. They looked very dignified and distinguished. Instead of tea, there were two glasses of red wine on the tea table in front of them.

Beside them stood two strong men in black, who seemed to be their bodyguards or attendants.

The two middle-aged men, with a bald head and a rectangular face, looked like they were in their forties. They were neither fat nor thin, but very strong; A little older, at least over 50 years old, fat head, big ears, round head, a big belly and a fat pig with hair.

These two people are the biggest boss behind the black fist. Bald head is the famous ninth master in Shenzhen and Guangzhou, Land Rover; Fat pig's name is Ou Dapeng. He is a rich businessman in Hong Kong City. He has been engaged in underground black fist organization and gambling activities in Southeast Asia for a long time.

Looking at the No. 2 on the boxing ring being knocked down, the two people looked very calm, not as excited and excited as others.

As bosses, they have long been used to such bloody scenes.

Lu Hu picked up his glass, smiled at Ou Dapeng and said, "boss ou, it seems that the people you brought tonight are not very good. You lost this game."

Ou Dapeng also picked up his glass and said with a smile, "don't worry, Ninth master. This is just the first game. Try the water. It's only three million. It's a little fun."

"Hehe, cheers."

“cheers．”

The two raised their glasses, touched each other, took a drink, and looked at the boxing ring below.

On the boxing ring, No. 2 was lying on the floor, with blood flowing from his mouth and a painful look.

No. 1 clenched his fist and stared at him, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.

As soon as No. 2 looked up, his fist would fall without hesitation and smash his head.

The referee went to No. 2, bent over and shouted, "ten, nine, eight, seven..."

No. 2 on the floor, motionless.

After the referee read "one", No. 2 still didn't get up. The referee raised No. 1's hand high: "I declare that No. 1 wins this game."

"Ow --"

"Ow --"

The winning audience cheered wildly.

At this time, the strong music sounded again.

Li Mingyi and others sat on the sofa.

Zhang Jinxi Zizi said, "twenty thousand yuan. In less than ten minutes, I won twenty thousand yuan."

Wang Kui scolded: "shit, that fool No. 2 is really useless. I lost 20000 yuan."

Li Mingyi took a sip of tea and said slowly, "it's my first time to play gambling boxing. It's really fun, exciting and interesting. However, these two boxing players don't seem to be very good and still not fun."

A Niu flattered: "brother Yi, this is just a primary competition. The boxer's level is really not good, and the bet is small, up to 50000 yuan. According to the Convention, there are three competitions every Sunday, primary, intermediate and advanced, each more wonderful. If you are generous and hit millions, the boss will arrange a special competition with you, which is called private customization."

"Private customization?"

"To put it simply, the boss can arrange all the fighters under his control. You can choose as you like. You can make rules for them and let them fight as they want. You don't have to be responsible for killing and wounding. In addition, there are some beautiful female boxers. You can make them naked and fight without any problem. In short, you pay a lot of money, you are God and you It's uncle. "

Li Mingyi nodded again and again: "interesting, interesting. I've heard that the rich people in the South play a lot of tricks. That's true."

Daniel continued: "brother Yi, you can also bring your own boxers and bet with the boss. The boss likes this model best. The bosses of every boxing field like it because it's too difficult to find boxers."

Li Mingyi suddenly brightened his eyes and muttered to himself, "good idea. Wouldn't it be better to catch them one by one and fight black boxing, hehe..."

The shadows of Murong Xue, Yang Liuqing, Ding Xiaomei and others came to his mind.

VIP stand on the other side.

Land Rover smiled at Ou Dapeng and said, "boss ou, you lost and I won."

Ou Dapeng smiled and said, "Ninth master, I'm not in a hurry. There's another game. My people are ready. You see, he's already on the stage."

In the boxing ring, someone came on stage to check the No. 2 injury lying on the ground, shook his head, and then three or four people carried him off the stage.??

The winning No. 1 suddenly spits out a mouthful of blood foam on the ground, raises his big fist, holds his head high, proudly walks down the boxing ring, changes clothes backstage under the leadership of the staff and receives the bonus.

At the same time, a big man with a height of more than 1.80 is walking towards the boxing ring. He is still barefoot, wearing a pair of shorts and a four character hanging on his trouser waist. With vigorous steps, he stepped into the boxing ring, raised his hands and walked around the field. His eyes are very cold.

The boxer's skin was dark and his face was well-defined, like a knife cutting axe chisel.

When the new boxer came on, the audience began to boil again, some shouting and some whistling

Land Rover looked at the boxer on the field and said with interest: "boss ou, this boxer doesn't seem to be Chinese."

Ou Dapeng nodded: "Jiu Ye has good eyesight. This man is really not Chinese. He is from T. he is 25 years old. He is a Muay Thai master. He has played black boxing for three years. He has won 60 games in 78 games and killed five."