Chapter 1545

Seeing Qian Duoduo, Ou Dapeng turned his face and asked, "Ninth master, what's the matter with your people? Aren't you afraid?"

"No, he won't be afraid."

"Ninth master, I have a word in advance. This time we specially take time to compete in Shenzhen and Guangzhou. If he doesn't want to play, you should also compensate us for our losses."

"Boss ou, don't be impatient. If he doesn't want to fight, you can let Basong kill him, so that I can explain to so many viewers."

Land Rover said so and thought so. If Qian Duoduo really has stage fright, he can't even do this. He wants him to be of any use. It's better to take this opportunity to let Ba song kill him, which not only calmed the anger of 2000 viewers, but also explained it in front of Li Mingyi.

In short, to fight or not to fight, to live or die, is beneficial to him.

However, he still hopes that Qian Duoduo will continue to fight. It is better to kill Ba song, which will benefit him more.

The audience's voice for Basong is so high that most of them will buy Basong and win. If Qian Duoduo wins the game, not only will Ou Dapeng lose 20 million to him, but the bet of so many viewers is the big head, which may exceed 100 million.

Therefore, he very much hopes that Qian Duoduo can win.

Qian Duoduo took his time and went to the ring. According to Ba song, he raised the number plate high and turned around the ring.

"Shh -"

There was a contemptuous boo in the audience.

Many people have flat mouths and shake their heads. They are not optimistic about a lot of money.

Qian Duoduo is shorter than Basong, not to mention his figure. Although he looks handsome, he is slightly thin. I'm afraid he can't even compare with Xue Zhijun. In front of the tall and strong Basong, he looks like a little goat facing a big gray wolf.

Such a loser, dare to put on clothes, fight black fist, cut

Land Rover is relieved. As long as Qian Duoduo holds the number plate, it means that he wants to participate in the competition. As for whether he can take off his clothes, it is purely voluntary, and the boxing field has not made rigid requirements, so long as it does not affect his personal play.

Generally speaking, people who dare to wear clothes and go to the boxing ring have absolute confidence in themselves.

Ou Dapeng also understood this. He couldn't help but sink in his heart, slightly frowned, turned his face and asked, "Ninth master, is this man a fool or special strength?"

Lu Hu smiled and said, "boss ou, you ask me. Who do I ask? I don't know him at all. I only know that he is Xue Zhijun's senior brother."

Ou Dapeng didn't speak. He turned his head and looked at the boxing ring. No matter what the situation was, he could only go on according to the established procedure.

Qian Duoduo walked around the ring. In fact, he also took this opportunity to carefully observe the situation of the whole ring. Although the whole ring is small, there are at least three exits. In addition to the place where he just entered, there are two places, because there are people in and out of these two places from time to time.

Moreover, there are many security guards in the boxing ground.

Shit, it's very thoughtful. In case of any accident, two thousand people will be evacuated in a few minutes.

The position of changing chips in the ring is also very obvious.

Qian Duoduo also saw the location of the Land Rover. In addition to the Land Rover, there was a middle-aged man sitting next to him, round and fat, with a foreign girl in his arms. This fat pig should be ou Dapeng.

Behind Ou Dapeng stood two big men.

Two big men stood beside the Land Rover.

Zheng Wenwu is in the position of changing chips. This position is also a very important position in the boxing field, the economic center and the iron evidence of gambling.

Qian Duoduo observed the situation in the boxing ring, but Ba song was watching him with a green light in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat people.

At this time, a referee ran to the ring, stood in the middle of them and announced loudly, "the game begins."

Then the whistle blew and ran down.

Ba song waved his fist and was ready to start.

Qian Duoduo stretched out his palm and said, "Hey, you're in a hurry to reincarnate. I have another question for you."

Bassoon croaked.

"I can't understand what you say."

Ba song pointed to Qian Duoduo and changed to a very blunt Chinese language: "what last words do you have?"

"Last words? Hey, Basong, you should ask yourself this sentence."

"Asshole!"

Basong took an arrow step, waved his big fist and smashed Qian Duoduo's head.

When Qian Duoduo stepped back, the magician took out a photo: "this is my brother. You killed him here, right?"

Basong glanced: "I killed it, so what?"

After that, he rushed forward, waved a fist and swept Qian Duoduo's head.

As soon as Qian Duoduo retreated, he retreated to the edge of the boxing table. There were several steel cables blocking him, "Basong, how many people have you killed?"

"Shit, you talk so much!" Basong raised his legs with a high whip and swept his head.

The opponent has no way back. With this kick, he will kick the enemy's head.

Qian Duoduo flashed, and Ba song failed again.

"No. 2, come on, kill him!"

"No. 2, come on, kill him!"

There were shouts from the audience, and many people waved their fists excitedly.

Basong even attacked three moves, but the other party just dodged. He already knew it. Standing in front of Qian Duoduo, he said fiercely: "stupid pig, you want to consume my physical strength like your junior brother. I tell you, your abacus is wrong. No matter how you hide, you can't escape death tonight!"

Qian Duoduo took the photo in one hand and pointed to Basong. He said coldly, "Basong, I know you are the so-called black fist champion. Many people died in your hands. My brother is just one of them. I'll kill you today, and you won't be wronged."

"Go to hell."

Ba song shouted angrily and jumped up. He added his fists and feet and attacked more than a dozen moves in a row. The moves were fierce and deadly.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The cries of the audience became louder and louder, and the mood rose.

However, the seemingly ferocious move was like a three-year-old child in Qian Duoduo's eyes. It took little effort and easily avoided.

Basong paused and stopped. He wanted to maintain his strength in order to deal with the other party's sudden attack.

Qian Duoduo didn't take advantage of Ba song's breathing to launch a sudden attack. He still took a picture of Xue Zhijun in his left hand and stood a meter away, calmly saying: "Basong, I know how my brother died. First, you broke his leg bone, and then you kicked his head. You broke his leg bone, and you have won a complete victory. Why don't you let him go and make up for his fatal foot?"

Basong said coldly, "boy, you have too much nonsense."