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It was late, and an old car was parked in a run-down alley.

Inside the car, the manager sat in the driver's seat, reveling in the success as he let out a strange laugh.

Ye Zheng sat in the back with a face as cold as ice.

The broker bet one million Mali on Ye Zheng. With the odds of one to seven, his final income was seven million!

"This damned old car, it's always dead. It should have been replaced a long time ago! I'll pick up a Cadillac tomorrow! "

The agent slapped the steering wheel of the old car.

"According to the agreement, I should receive two million eight hundred thousand for forty to sixty percent of the profits."

Ye Zheng said.

"Your arithmetic is good."

The manager smiled brightly, "I have a suggestion: We can work together and continue to make money. The world is ours!"

"I'm not interested at all. Just give me the two million eight hundred thousand."

Ye Zheng said.

"Mr. Ye, don't be in such a hurry …"

The broker didn't seem to be taking the money.

It was already late in the night, and he still wanted to go to the Crown Prince Hotel immediately to see what happened to Wu Wei.

Although he was not considered a top rich person, but he was still a rich person. Ye Zheng hoped to use this wealth to exchange for Wu Wei's safety.

At this moment, the sharp sound of brakes came from outside the window.

The manager still wanted to speak, but Ye Zheng's expression was serious and said softly: "Be careful, something's wrong!"

"Bam!"

The driver's window was suddenly smashed and a powerful arm reached in, pulling the agent out like a chick and throwing him to the ground.

Ye Zheng agilely jumped out of the car. A few men holding onto cudgel s blocked him in the alley like a wall.

"Robbing?"

Ye Zheng snorted coldly. He could tell that these people before him had no good intentions.

There were a total of seven or eight people, all young and strong men, holding metal cudgel, sharpened steel pipes, and two heavy machetes.

Obviously, they were "taking special care" of Ye Zheng.

Furthermore, he had received a certain level of training, so his positioning was very particular.

"Zhang Niqiu, you are truly treacherous, with only a hundred thousand, you earned me seven million!"

A fat man walked over with a cruel look in his eyes. In his hand was a weirdly shaped short knife.

"Boss Cha …"

The agent was trembling and his knees were weak.

Ye Zheng just wanted to earn money, he was not interested in the manager's name, and did not want to get to know him too much.

Only now did he know that this manager's nickname was "Zhang Niqiu"

But he was a cunning and cunning person.

Hearing their conversation, Ye Zheng guessed that the person in front of him was called "Boss Cha".

This fatty was obviously the boss of this gambling den.

Zhang Niqiu had passed three incredible "cold spots".

The Boss Cha was infuriated that he had made so much money as seven million.

"You loach, changing fighters on the spot, I thought you really had no one left to use, so you're just pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?"

Boss Cha took a step forward, and fiercely sized up Zhang Niqiu who was scared out of his wits.

"My qualification to participate is recognized by the organization committee. "The way I execute my punches and the way he puts his bets are all in accordance with the rules."

Ye Zheng said calmly.

Boss Cha looked at Ye Zheng: "He knows that this young man can win the" Eight People Competition ".

The champion must have had extraordinary achievements, but no matter how strong the bare-handed champion was, they couldn't escape when seven or eight armed burly men crazily beat them up in the alleyway.

"This has nothing to do with you."

Boss Cha said to Ye Zheng arrogantly.

"It's related."

Ye Zheng calmly said, "I've talked to the Zhang loach before, forty-six percent. If you take his money, you're taking my money. "

"I knew you were colluding with him."

Boss Cha's eyes revealed a murderous look.

"It doesn't matter if you cut him into eight pieces and feed him to the dogs or barbecue him with an iron stick. What does that have to do with me?"

Ye Zheng smiled slightly: "However, my eight hundred thousand, is all because of the blood sweat on the stage, no one will touch it."

"That's not your money!"

Boss Cha's face was gloomy and terrible: "Bring your prize money, and hurry up and f * ck off. As for the rest of the matters, I will slowly calculate it with this Zhang guy. "

"First, I want my hard-earned money back. Second, you have to be polite when you speak. "

Ye Zheng was still smiling faintly.

"If you keep up the act, I will order my men to break three of your limbs so that you won't be able to fight for three months."

The Boss Cha threatened.

"Boss Cha! "This young man is insensible, please don't hit him …"

Zhang Niqiu's arm was twisted by the two hulks, his voice carried a sobbing tone.

He understood that if they did not obediently lower their heads, Ye Zheng and himself would probably disappear from the Dunma: "I don't need money! "Let us go!"

"You've seen my methods."

Ye Zheng said to the Boss Cha calmly.

"With just your two fists, can you deal with the machete and the cudgel?"

Boss Cha laughed as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world.

Ye Zheng attacked with lightning speed.

Ye Zheng stretched out both of his hands, cleverly seizing the two cudgel s, and then quickly waving them. "Pengpeng"

Two muffled sound rang out, as if the two lackeys were struck by lightning, and they fell to the ground unconscious.

A man roared as he chopped towards Ye Zheng's head. Ye Zheng stepped forward and used a short and powerful punch, his opponent falling straight down like a broken door.

In less than a few seconds, three people fell to the ground. It was unbelievable!

They knew that Ye Zheng's movements on the stage were extremely fast, but they never expected him to reach such a level!

The two men holding onto Zhang Niqiu's arm released their grip and rushed towards Ye Zheng.

The two hitmen from the casino also fiercely slashed at Ye Zheng's lower abdomen. They actually wanted to kill Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng's movements were as quick as a ghost. With a raise of his elbow, one of them got hit under the chin and fainted on the ground. His legs kicked out alternately, causing the two of them to fly a few meters away like two kites.

The last casino thug was scared out of his wits by Ye Zheng. He screamed in fright, turned around and ran.

Ye Zheng waved his right hand up diagonally, with the word "Inner force" held in his palm.

His palm was still two meters away from the fleeing thug's back when he let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.

"Demonic arts?"

Boss Cha's pupils dilated.

No matter how strong Ye Zheng's fists and legs were, they were still within the range of his knowledge.

However, how did he manage to achieve such a feat?

In the blink of an eye, Ye Zheng was standing in front of Boss Cha. He looked calm and composed, his eyes shining with a faint light, like an old wolf looking at its prey.

Boss Cha's knees went weak and he kneeled to the ground involuntarily. His body felt weak and his high grade pants were all wet.

Ye Zheng lightly covered his nose, with a face full of concern, he smiled and said to Boss Cha: "Didn't you say before that three of his limbs were broken, and now you can choose."

"I... "No …"

Boss Cha's fat head was covered in perspiration, his expression was uglier than someone crying.

"As I suggested, two arms and one leg. That way, you can still hop home on one foot. "

Ye Zheng ridiculed.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of wind breaking rang beside Ye Zheng's ears!