Chapter 372

Shen Feng looked at the blade, raised his mouth slightly, and showed a smile.

When the audience saw Shen Feng motionless, they thought that the boxer on the stage for the first time was scared silly, and all cheered. They seemed to have seen the scene of blood splashing in the challenge arena.

But when the blade containing internal Qi was less than half a meter away from Shen Feng, Shen Feng moved. His body retreated slightly and was well avoiding the man's attack.

The kimono man's eyes sank. He didn't expect Shen Feng to escape his attack so easily.

However, his combat experience was so rich that he immediately reacted.

"Kill!" The kimono man roared, and the warrior blade in his hand turned and stabbed Shen Feng straight in front of his chest.

Shen Feng touched the ground with one foot, quickly completed a forward somersault and landed steadily behind him.

"Look down on China, damn it!" Shen Feng's icy voice came from behind.

The voice had no emotion, as if it came from hell. The man wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

Shen Feng clenched his right hand and hit the kimono man's back heart hard.

"Bang!" With a dull noise, the kimono man's back sank, flew out like a broken kite, flew directly off the challenge arena and fell on the audience.

When the audience saw the man in kimono flying over, they screamed and fled one after another.

"What!" The rest of the audience all stared. It all came too fast. There was not half a minute from the beginning to the end of the game.

People were surprised and turned their eyes to the direction in which the kimono man fell.

The air was dead silent. The man in kimono vomited blood in his mouth. After struggling in place for a few times, he lay on the ground motionless. Obviously, there was no breath of life.

This punch, Shen Feng didn't leave his hand at all. His internal organs had been shattered by Shen Feng with internal Qi and strong strength.

In the rest area, the strong black man looked at the dead kimono man with lingering fear. Fortunately, he didn't stand out, otherwise he might be the one who died.

"This is the price of looking down on the Chinese people!" Shen Feng squinted at the body of the kimono man and roared.

Shen Feng said this sentence in Chinese, and his voice echoed throughout the underground ring for a long time.

All the people present held their breath and stared at Shen Feng.

After Shen Feng finished, he jumped from the challenge arena and walked down from the challenge arena.

At this time, a man in a suit came forward and gave Shen Feng a paper bag containing 100000 US dollars, which was Shen Feng's Commission for the game.

After Shen Feng took the paper bag, the man in the suit turned and left.

Shen Feng glanced at the direction of Zhang Yong, and they came together.

Zhang Yong, Jin Yi and Wu Ao showed a happy face and seemed to have won a lot of money.

"How much did you bet?" Shen Feng asked Zhang Yong.

"About five million dollars. I don't have enough money this time." Zhang Yong felt sorry.

He came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine and opened several hospitals at home. It can be said that he was very rich, but he couldn't take out so much at this time.

But five million dollars, quadrupled, and made a lot of money.

"And you?" Shen Feng asked Wu Ao.

"I don't have as much money as him, only 800000." Wu Ao smiled.

"I bet a million." Jin Yi also smiled,

They don't pay much attention to money, as long as they can make money.

"And you? How much is your card? " Zhang Yong asked curiously. Although he made the bet just now, he just said that he was fully charged and didn't specifically ask how much.

"About 20 million." Shen Feng smiled and said that the money was just given to him by Zheng Limin.

"20 million..." Zhang Yongsan took a breath. Shen Feng made a lot of money this time.

"Then what are we waiting for? Hurry to get the money." Zhang Yong said and walked towards the place where he changed the money

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In the office on the top floor of the Eagle building, a big bellied man is staring at the big screen. This man is the general manager here and the president of the eagle Association, Ichiro Shentian.

When he watched Shen Feng kill Ishikawa Zhi with one punch, he danced with joy.

And judging from his years of experience, he must have made a lot of money this time.

"Go and ask how much we made this time." Ichiro Shentian said to one of his men behind him.

With that, he went to the wine cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of good red wine and prepared to celebrate.

"Yes, president." The man answered and turned away.

Two or three minutes later, when the man returned, Ichiro Shentian was sitting on the sofa, enjoying red wine.

"How much did you earn?" Murata Ichiro smiled as he drank red wine.

"Yes, President, we lost." The man stammered.

"Poof." Ichiro Shentian spit out all the red wine he drank in his mouth.

"What are you talking about! How can you compensate! " Ichiro Shentian stood up and scolded in disbelief.

"Several people bet nearly $27 million on that Shen Feng." The man whispered.

"Twenty seven million dollars." After hearing this number, Ichiro Shentian fell down on the sofa as soon as his legs softened.

According to Shen Feng's calculation of one loss and four losses, he will have to pay nearly US $100 million this time, which will soon catch up with the net income of their whole Eagle club for two years.

Before Ichiro Shentian could recover from his shock, his mobile phone rang.

"President, we don't seem to have enough money in this account." A voice came from the mobile phone.

After listening to the voice from his mobile phone, Ichiro Shentian immediately turned pig liver, and then scolded: "Damn, fool, you shouldn't have given them the money."

"Yes, yes." The voice on the other end stammered.

"Waste! Hold them. We'll be there in a minute. " With a roar, Ichiro Shentian directly took a samurai sword on the knife holder and took people to the direction of the underground fist ring

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When Ichiro Shentian came to the underground ring with people, Shen Feng, Zhang Yong, Wu AO and Jin Yi were sitting leisurely in the money exchange area.

Seven or eight men in overalls were lying on the ground wailing.

The eagle would face such a large sum of money from Shen Feng and naturally refused to take out the money obediently, so Zhang Yong punished them, and then they were willing to take the money, but there was a difference of nearly $10 million