Bang, bang, Bang
Underground boxing field, boxing to meat competition makes people excited.
Tong Jiayao stood in the first row, his cheeks flushed and his hands clenched into fists.
From time to time excited back and forth shaking, as if to smash something, but found in front of only air.
Ding.
At the end of the second scene, the blue underpants who are about to hold on to get a breath!
"Who do you bet on
Li Zitao, who is waiting to play, looks at two old friends.
"Let's talk about something else."
Looking at the dejected look of the two people, we can see that they chose blue underpants.
"That's bad!"
Li Zitao took a sip of beer and said with a smile, "but you can make a lot of money later."
"Ha ha, we have already bought it, kung fu boy!" The two old children said excitedly, showing off their tickets.
"That's a lousy name!"
"Come on, man, Kung Fu sounds amazing, not bad at all!"
"... you're right. Kung Fu is very cool, but why kung fu boy?"
"Hey, guys, don't worry about that. The game's on."
"Wow ~" saw blue underpants being knocked down by a punch.
The blood arc mixed with broken teeth flew out two or three meters away, lying unconscious on the challenge arena, and was soon dragged away by people's thighs.
The ground was pulled out of a bright bloodstain, very beautiful!
There were deafening screams.
Human beings love primordial, blood, violence, alcohol and crazy screams, like women who want to tear their clothes and reveal.
Let the atmosphere of the scene become more chaotic and hot!
"It's your turn, kung fu boy!"
Laurence raised his fist and hit it like he was handsome!
Li Zitao, speechless, rolled his eyes and turned to the backstage.
"May I... May I come with you?"
Tong Jiayao looks at him worried and wants to go backstage with him.
It doesn't change anything, but at least it can be with him.
Li Zitao shook his head in a funny way: "you don't want to go backstage. Wait for me here. I'll be back in 5 minutes."
Leading to the backstage is a narrow lane that needs to be lowered to pass. Li Zitao comes to the dressing room.
A room is full of cement on all sides, with a bench in the middle.
Rotten towels, empty wine bottles, bandages and bloodstains were all over the place.
The smell of sweat, blood, saliva and various liquids in the air is exciting!
"This is your dress, boy!"
The little man took a funny red underpants and threw it at him.
Li Zitao dodged to avoid being hit by the wet shorts.
"I've got private work to do!"
Li Zitao took out his prepared shorts and put his clothes into his handbag.
"You still need Bandages!" Look at him walking out in his pants, the little man reminded.
"No, it's over. I don't want to get tied up and take it down in a few minutes."
Li Zitao carried his luggage bag and passed by him with a smile.
He has to deal with the opponent first, then take the money he won, and then eat a good meal.
In front of the challenge arena, Li Zitao gives his handbag to Tong Jiayao, who keeps looking.
"Don't worry, I said I'll be back soon!" After kissing her on the cheek, Li Zitao stepped onto the ring.
The host's introduction is over. Lan Fang's "hurricane maniac.".
(thunderous applause...)
Hong Fang's "Kung fu boy."
(booing, mixed with a few low as mosquito roar.)
Compared with the Chinese boy who just didn't know where he came from, the first time he came to the stage.
They're obviously more interested in brute force than hairy killers who have won 16 games.
The boy's favorite is to break the neck of his opponent, merciless!
This is exactly what the audience is looking forward to, and what they want is this blood spurt of excitement.
However, after Li Zitao came to power, some people began to regret it.
…… Women.
Cold eyes and sharp cheeks.
Small broken hair, tan skin, golden ratio of height.
The muscles are strong but not exaggerated, giving people a pleasant aesthetic feeling.
Compared with the "hurricane maniac" on the opposite side, he can only be described as thin and small.
But in fact, it's more acceptable to be small.
Those huge, massive, or nodular muscles.
In addition to winning the approval of the friends of the foundation, it will not make people have sexual interest at all.
And Li Zitao... No, Bruce.
Have begun to let the scene of the women's heart rate, body dry and hot, cheek red do not stop the hand in the ear fan.Is the heat too high here
"Boy, I'll beat you all over the place looking for teeth, and then I'll break your neck!" Hurricane maniacs obviously find that, too.
He was upset that his opponent was welcomed by women, who even began to scream.
A hand fan, a pull collar, that pair of coquettish bichi style.
"A group of cheap blue pools!"
Hurricane maniac clenched fists, full of murderous intent, shaking their heads toward the field.
Li Zitao had already stood there, waiting for the referee to speak.
He's not interested in spamming because the guy across the street doesn't even count as garbage.
Talking is a waste of saliva.
Come on, let's get started!
"Get ready, go!" The referee's arm fell back.
Bang.
At the end of the competition, the "hurricane maniac" who was favored by others was in front of everyone.
It's like a bloated Ballerina after a few turns.
Heavy down on the ground, no response!
The scene fell into a long time of silence, a needle can be heard on the ground.
No one rings, no cheers.
The referee stood there staring at the hurricane maniac on the ground. What happened just now???
The audience is as confused as he is. What's going on?
"Oh, roar, Kung Fu, kung fu..." Lawrence raised his right arm and screamed wildly.
"Ah, kung fu boy."
Women's bodies, like the virus, can't get rid of it.
All, not an inch.
"Ah ~ ~"
before the referee announced that Li Zitao had stepped down.
In America, there is no lack of personality. The more unconventional, the more popular they are.
So he doesn't have to stand on the stage and wait for the referee to announce.
The hairy monkey on the other side, he had been beaten to the point where he couldn't find his teeth.
The process is very simple, at the moment the referee retreats.
Li Zitao uses a right hook to punch the left face of "hurricane maniac".
K·O。
"Ho, you made us win a lot of money." Lawrence and Jonathan are waiting for him to receive the prize together.
It's just that others look at him with hatred.
Because he made everyone lose money.
"Well, we won."
Come to the prize office, four people give the ticket to the casher.
The other side and the man standing behind him whispered a few words, then opened the drawer and began to count money.
"It seems you've made a lot of money this time!" Frank, the boss of the ring, said with a smile.
"Yes, we are going to celebrate."
Li Zitao looked at his underpants and said, "of course, I have to change my clothes first."
"You're interesting. Are you interested in making more money?" Frank likes his skill and will make a lot of money if he can sign him.
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