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? The boxers in the audience looked at each other twice, and Li Yan beat the Thai chachai when they met each other. No one wants to go on stage at this time and suffer bad luck.
"Hahaha, young boy, Dragon City's boxing ring is opened only when someone bets. Just now, someone bet to buy a guessing game and pass the level. Only you can fight. If no one bets to fight you, you can only fight." Get off the stage."
It was the man in the white suit named Po Li Yan Lushu who spoke.
His pink shirt was open, revealing a yaksha tattoo, a smile appeared on his abnormally pale face, and he took out a stack of thick banknotes from his arms.
"No one in those eggs is your opponent. Are you brave enough to fight with my people? Whether you win or lose, the 50,000 yuan is yours."
The arena in the Kowloon Walled City is divided into high and low levels. Like Li Yan¡¯s fight just now, it is the fourth ring. The boxer will earn 5,000 yuan if he wins the ring. The man in the gold silk suit will ask for 50,000 yuan. Li Yan wants to win It takes a full ten rounds to get it.
In Hong Kong in 1986, a bowl of chop suey noodles cost 10 yuan, and the portion was large. A box of Marlboro cost 20 yuan, 50,000 yuan, which is definitely a huge sum of money.
Originally, Li Yan didn't care much about the 50,000 Hong Kong dollars, he could only stay here for a month, not to mention whether he had the life to spend the money or not. It's just that when his eyes shifted to the 50,000 yuan, there was a fancy word in front of his eyes.
Hong Kong dollar: fifty thousand yuan. Valuable items can be exchanged for five Yan Fu points. Such items cannot be redeemed until you have established ownership of them.
Remarks: Even a little Yan Fu point is what you long for.
At first, the small-eyed fat man who was very arrogant to Li Yan ran over with a smile.
"Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother."
The man in the white suit didn't even look at him, but just looked at Li Yan on the stage.
"How about it, do you want to fight?"
"Brother Ninth." The fat man felt the white hair sweat in his back, but he had to bite the bullet and smile.
"Brother Nine is happy and willing to gamble. You can pick any boxer here. I'll show you the boxer right away. But it's against the rules to let your guy take the stage."
Only then did Brother Jiu shift his gaze to the fat man's greasy face, and said in a bad tone:
"Fat boy, are you so smart? Let me spend 50,000 yuan to watch the garbage boxing in the fourth ring? Treat me like Hua Shanjiu as a fish in water?"
"Ninth brother, how dare I." The fat man had something else to say. Was directly interrupted by Hua Shanjiu.
"You don't need to say, I just let my people go off to play, and I will give enough money. What rule does the committee have that stipulates that outsiders are not allowed to appear on the stage? If Tai Sui blames him, how about I go and make amends for him? I'm in a good mood, go away."
The fat man was in a dilemma. Around Huashanjiu, there were about forty or fifty young boys with ruffian faces, all staring at him with unkind eyes. Nodding his head, he ran away despondently.
"Boy, you are lucky!"
He gritted his teeth and walked up to Li Yan, muttering softly.
"This person is a fit guy who is in the limelight with Liansheng. He's a mixed prefix. You can play it nicely, and after a few punches, you can get 50,000 yuan on the ground. Do you know?"
Li Yan blinked: "Underworld, right?"
"You are more eye-catching, and you are lucky."
"OK."
Li Yan's expression was very relaxed, even though his status bar had the words high fever, bleeding, and inflammation, all of which were complications of leukemia.
His physical condition is actually very poor, not to mention fatigue, from time to time he would have inexplicable bleeding gums or nosebleeds, and even had the experience of fainting suddenly while practicing.
But Li Yan felt that this was the peak moment that he had never had in the past few months. The fist-to-flesh blows, the salty smell of blood churning between his lips and teeth, all these aroused the hostility in his heart. That overwhelming feeling of being alive.
Hua Shanjiu grinned, and patted the shoulder of a young man with freckles next to him.
"Xiao Zhou, I know you can't wait, let's go to the boxing ring and play with this master of Baguazhang."
Xiao Zhou is not tall, with sharp short hair and evil spirits in his eyes. He stood up, did not walk down the aisle, and jumped directly from the stands. Then stepped onto the ring.
Hua Shanjiu looked at the indifferent Xiao Zhou, smiled and shook his head. My little brother is originally from Shandong, and he also came from traditional martial arts. He is not the kind of showman who has learned three to five years, but has been immersed in it for more than ten years. Any martial arts hall in Hong Kong is qualified to open a disciple . With sharp skills, he is his own capable general.
Xiao ZhouIn the early years, he fought with a Chengpai Baguazhang martial artist and suffered a big loss. He suffered five broken ribs and lost his hearing in his right ear. So for so many years, he has always hoped to fight against the successor of Baguazhang again and avenge him with one arrow. However, Baguazhang is mostly spread in Beijing and Tianjin, and there are very few Baguazhang martial arts gyms in Hong Kong.
In the Walled City of Nine Dragons, Hua Shanjiu did know a descendant of Zheng Miaohong, the eight-diagram palm root, but if he borrowed ten more guts from him, Huashan Jiu would not dare to find that person to train his brother
Standing on the boxing ring, Xiao Zhou cupped his hands, not like Sijiu of the mixed society, but rather an old-school martial artist.
"Du Jiaquan, Zhou Weitao, please."
Li Yan glanced at him.
"Hejian, Li Yan."
Xiao Zhou frowned imperceptibly, with a flash of anger in his eyes, he stepped forward and poked Li Yan's chest with his elbow!
Li Yan stepped back lightly for half a step, allowing most of the momentum of Xiao Zhou's elbow, his left arm brought the opponent's elbow from bottom to top, and kicked Xiao Zhou's shin with his right foot.
And when Li Yan touched Xiao Zhou's elbow, he felt that the opponent's strength was released and then retracted, and he was suddenly surprised.
"It's interesting."
Xiao Zhou's eyes lit up, he made a twirling step to pass Li Yan's feet, and his left fist hammered Li Yan's temple from diagonally below like a hammer!
Li Yan squinted his eyes, and instead of advancing, retreated, his footsteps slanted, and he slammed into Xiao Zhou's arms, and his right hand clasped Xiao Zhou's 60-degree fist with a claw. The idea was to break Xiao Zhou's wrist.
Du Jiaquan was born out of Lao Hongquan, and what he is good at is grappling and elbow strikes. At this moment Li Yan used capture to deal with him, Xiao Zhou suddenly sneered.
He didn't care that Li Yan held his left hand, and walked towards Li Yan's crotch with his short body and claws.
Li Yan reacted very quickly, kneeling up to meet him. Shocked back to Xiao Zhou's palm. At the same time, his right hand exerted force to the outside, intending to break Xiao Zhou's left hand.
Unexpectedly, there was an extremely weird force coming from his hand, and Li Yan couldn't move Xiao Zhou even with his strength. At the same time, Xiao Zhou's fist was already rushing towards Li Yan's chin.
"Master!"
At this time, Li Yan finally decided that the underworld gangster he met on the underground black boxing ring in the Kowloon Walled City turned out to be a master of all three flavors of the Du family's fists!
He put down Xiao Zhou's wrist, drew back and flew back.
Hua Shanjiu leaned over, fixed her eyes on the ring, watched Li Yan back and forth, and then let go of her clenched fists.
Xiao Zhou on the stage stared at Li Yan coldly, and said slowly: "You are very arrogant."
Li Yan squinted his eyes and smiled: "I just didn't expect that a gangster from the society is really a master of Dujia boxing. Poor Wen Sheng's fist is lying on his mother's frame, but he made a mistake."
These words seemed to hit Xiao Zhou's sore spot, and he spat. He sneered at Li Yan.
"You mainland murderer who smuggled into Dragon City, what right do you have to say that I'm going wrong. Dong Haichuan knows that there is a disciple like you, so I'm afraid he will jump out of the coffin to clean up the house."
Li Yan didn't care about Xiao Zhou's ridicule at all. He said with a smile: "Then I can be serious."
"I can't ask for it."
As soon as Xiao Zhou finished speaking, Li Yan, who was at least five steps away from him, flew in front of him in an instant! That pale and cold face pressed directly into his eyes!
It looks like a ghost!
At this moment, a clear voice came over.
"It's rare for Brother Nine to come to our Dragon City to watch the kung fu competition, but I didn't hear that He Liansheng's red stick followed our Dragon City groom."
As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone on and off the ring.
Outside the hall, about 30 people came shadowily, wearing black suits, with unfriendly faces, and a pistol pinned to their waists.
Seeing this, Hua Shanjiu's face quickly darkened. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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