Chapter 1428

Xue Zhijun's offensive is very fierce, like a thunderbolt, unstoppable.

No. 4 also reacted quickly. He didn't dare to resist hard and quickly avoided, but the speed of the other party came too fast. He avoided three feet, and the last high whip leg didn't avoid. He shouted and swept on his head.

"Ah!"

No. 4 screamed, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"OK, beautiful!" Land Rover patted his thigh and shouted excitedly, "this boy, finally didn't let me down!"

"Ow --"

"Win, win!"

Li Mingyi, Zhang Jin, Wang Kui and others all stood up and cheered.

A Niu said excitedly, "I said, Xiao Jun will win. You listen to me, that's right!"

Among the audience of more than 500, only a few dozen people screamed and shouted excitedly, that is to say, only these dozens of people bought No. 3 to win, and more people were shouting curses at No. 4, which was very ugly.

Others were close to the ring, angry and throwing beverage bottles on the ring. Some spectators even want to jump on the boxing ring and want to beat No. 4 with their own hands

At the moment when the 4th fell, Ou Dapeng straightened up and said with a little surprise: "Ninth master, this boy can't see it. He can fight!"

Land Rover happily smoked his cigar, leaned against the sofa and smiled, "boss ou, the so-called people can't judge by appearance and the sea can't be measured. This is a very obvious example. This boy will make great progress in time."

"It seems that I lost this one again, 8 million in two......" remembering that I lost two consecutive games, Ou Dapeng also began to feel distressed. After all, his money didn't fall from the sky, so he had to take a lot of risks.

"Hehe, boss ou, do you want to play? We can stop the third game and let the following people play." Land Rover's face looked proud.

After these two games, his income is at least more than 10 million. There is no reason to be unhappy.

"Play, why not? I haven't had a good time yet." boss Ou smoked his cigar and leaned on the sofa, his face regaining a look of indifference.

On the ring, No. 4's head was hit hard and fell to the ground with blood flowing in his mouth, but he did not completely lose the ability to resist. He raised his head, stared at his opponent fiercely, struggled hard and wanted to get up.

"No. 4, kill him!"

"No. 4, kick his head!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

Li Mingyi, Zhang Jin, Wang Kui and others all stood up, screaming excitedly and shouting one after another

Xue Zhijun squatted down and whispered to No. 4, "Hey, don't struggle anymore. To be honest, I only used 80% of my skill just now, because I don't want to kill."

No. 4 looked up at him. Although he could not fully understand him, he could fully feel his friendly eyes.

No. 4 was a little surprised. How can people who fight black fists do this? How can you be so kind?

Black fisters want a cruel word, because if you are not cruel enough, you will be killed by others, either seriously injured or dead. You can never escape these two results.

"Are you not Chinese?"

“……”

"Are you from t?"

No. 4 nodded slightly, his eyes dimmed, and finally restrained his fierce eyes.

"Go back. Don't do this. It's not worth sending your life to a foreign country for a little money."

Xue Zhijun said and stood up.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The tide of cries continued.

The referee ran into the ring, stood in front of them and counted down loudly: "ten, nine, eight, seven..."

No. 4 dropped his head, lay on the stage and completely gave up resistance.

"I declare that No. 3 will win this game." the referee raised Xue Zhijun's arm high.

"Ow --"

The ring is boiling.

Several staff members ran up to the ring and carried down number 4.

Xue Zhijun just waved to the audience around him. He looked calm and didn't feel excited at all. He took a deep breath and was ready to welcome the next game. According to the rules, the boxer's Kung Fu in the next game must be better than this. He had to go all out and didn't dare to be careless.

Only after winning the next game can he return home as soon as possible and reunite with his parents and sister.

Now, his heart is like an arrow.

Li Mingyi and others sat down again, and everyone was jubilant.

"Now I've doubled my profits and made 50000." Li Mingyi smiled, took out a cigar, took one of his own and dumped one for each of Zhang Jin and Wang quia Niu.

"I won both games and earned 40000 yuan." Zhang Jin couldn't help but be happy.

"I won and lost one game, and now I don't earn or lose." Wang Kui is also happy.

Daniel's heart was also itchy. He was very flattering and said to Li Mingyi, "brother Yi, lend me some money. I also want to buy one. I'll pay you back when I have the money."

With a big hand, Li Mingyi said forthrightly, "we are all brothers. It's small. As long as you help me work steadily, there's no problem."

Daniel immediately patted his chest: "brother Yi, I promise to help you do good things. As long as you say hello, I am willing to do everything for you and go through fire and water."

"Yes."

Li Mingyi nodded and was very satisfied with a Niu's attitude.

Several people puffed in the card seat, looking forward to the next game. Seeing that No. 3 has not stepped down, Li Mingyi couldn't help asking, "what's the matter, why doesn't he go down?"

Daniel shook his head: "this... I don't know."

Hundreds of viewers were puzzled and talked about it.

At this time, the referee loudly announced: "No. 3 Kung Fu is strong, continue to participate in the next game, friends, cheer and shout."

"Ow --"

All the staff cheered wildly. Everyone has seen the ability of No. 3. They chopped No. 4 to the ground in only two or three minutes. Now they continue to participate in the competition, and no one has any opinion.

"Wow, the small army will fight twice in a row!" ah Niu said happily, admiring it very much.

Li Mingyi held a cigarette in his mouth and crossed his legs. "It depends on who his opponent is in the third game. No matter who it is, I'll buy him to win."

Zhang Jin said, "I'll buy him too. I'm optimistic about him."

Daniel Wang Kui naturally wants to buy Xue Zhijun to win.

In the midst of people's discussion, a young boxer strode to the ring, dark and strong, with a five character number plate hanging on his trouser waist.

The boxer's figure and height are similar to the No. 4 just now, and his skin color is the same. I can't see his uniqueness.

Land Rover smiled and asked, "boss ou, this boxer should also be from country t?"

Ou Dapeng nodded: "yes, the boxer and the one just now are martial brothers. No. 4 is martial brother and No. 5 is martial brother. It took me a lot of effort to find them."