You can search for "Ruhu" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!
The night wind blew through the hustle and bustle, the lights surrounded by flying insects, the collision of 'Puff', the crowd below booed and shouted, and on the middle field, a shirtless figure rushed forward, and the two figures collided, punched each other, and hit each other. His head was bleeding and his face was bruised
Harold, who was standing in the crowd, was also a little disappointed at this time, and said: "It's better than nothing, we can still earn one or two thousand dollars after the fight Hey, where are you?"
Turning his head, he found that Wang Ruhu was still in front of him. His eyes swept around, and he saw the generous back pushing away the black people in front. He walked along the edge of the field to the black man holding the microphone, and hurriedly followed with his cane.
In the dim light of the stadium, the arbiter seemed to have a dark vision, turned his head, slowly raised his head, and saw a tall oriental man standing in front of him.
Wang Ruhu pulled Harold who was following him.
"Ask him, can you kill people in this kind of competition?"
Harold was stunned for a moment. When he said this to the arbitrator over there, the audience or gamblers laughed.
There is no black fist that doesn't kill people, but this kind of money is actually relatively small, after all, corpses are still difficult to deal with.
"This you can kill it the premise is that you can kill it."
The black man who hosted also smiled. He moved his eyes to the Asian man in front of him. He looked at the field where the winner was already divided. A black man with tattoos wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and beat the ground motionless. The opponent's head was raised with gauze-wrapped fists, and the surrounding cheers greeted him.
"That's Tori, one of the best boxers in this area." The black host shrugged his neck, signaling to the Asian man in front of him who came over and asked if he could kill someone if he had the guts to go up, "He doesn't mind hitting another one with his wounds .¡±
Wang Ruhu looked back at the boxer named Tori on the field, and patted Harold on the shoulder, "Negotiate a good price."
Knowing his strength, the latter shrugged his shoulders, "No problem." Turning around, the intact hand took out ten banknotes, showing a smile unique to Jews who smell money.
"As the manager of that Asian boy, I think it is necessary to talk to you about overweighting."
While talking, Wang Ruhu, who was walking to the field over there, stepped into the edge of the ring, feeling the sights from all around him, as if he was back in a cage fight, countless voices were cheering him, and he raised his head slightly. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and squeezed out the hot breath from between his teeth.
"This feelingis really comfortable."
The black boxer who raised his hands and cheered turned around and saw the oriental man who was already standing in the arena. He was a little smaller than the opponent, but in this kind of thing, especially for black boxers who do not follow the rules, big size may not be an advantage.
"You're not the first big guy to challenge me, waiting to be pinned down like a pussy"
He made a movement of lower body shaking, however, the words he said, the man opposite just closed his eyes, walked around in a circle, came to the other side, raised his fist and waved back and forth at Wang Ruhu's mouth and nose, and moved towards the surroundings The booing audience, slack shoulders shrugged and spread their hands, grinned.
"Please, he is too scared to speak? How can I fight"
"I won't fight with you."
The sudden words sounded almost at the same time, and the noisy people around were quiet for a while, and someone who knew a little Chinese shouted out the words, and Harold, who was bargaining with the host over there, was also stunned for a moment, turned around and shouted: "Call early Go back to bed after finishing, there may be a few games tomorrow."
In the silence of the venue, a boxer named Tori approached inconceivably.
"Aren't you going to fight me?"
Wang Ruhu opened his eyes, and the boxer who approached was so sensitive that he felt something. It was like a wave of heavy pressure on his shoulders. dignified.
"Who are you going to fight this gentleman?"
For a moment, the honorifics were used unknowingly, which made the people around them a little strange. The boxer couldn't control them, and no one could feel the feeling of the other party's sudden opening of his eyes just now, like .A fierce tiger woke up from a doze, and it wasn't the kind that was kept in a cage.
Wang Ruhu turned around and raised his hand, pointing to a fat and tall black man in the crowd over there, using simple vocabulary.
"he!"
The black and white gamblers around were suddenly in an uproar. Someone grabbed the shoulders of the person in front of him, raised his feet and shouted loudly: "Hey, Oriental, that's Tori's teacher. Because too many people have been killed, there are no more people." People fought with him, change jobSpeaking of the agent, do you really want to fight him? "
Over there, when Wang Ruhu walked into the venue, he saw the fat black man, but he didn't expect to be called out to let him out. It seems that he came here to seek revenge because of the beauty salon in Chinatown during the day?
However, I haven't played for a long time. I have fought so many fighters, how could I lose.
Herta twisted her neck, and pushed away the several figures looking back in front of her. Her fat body was not puffy, but gave off a strong feeling. Only her arms were as thick as the thighs of ordinary women. As if sweeping away the air, he walked into the arena wearing thick jeans, and his apprentice came to persuade him, but he also knocked him down with one hand.
Sila¡ª¡ª
The bulging T-shirt was torn and thrown to the ground. Herta shook her fat chest, which was covered with dense black chest hair, and hooked her fingers at Wang Ruhu who was opposite.
"Come on, yellow-skinned monkey, let us put an end to what happened in Chinatown, and then I will throw you into the sea and float back to your country."
Just as the word 'home' fell on his face, the figure on the opposite side suddenly disappeared in his sight, and the open palm seemed to arouse the sound of wind and thunder, which instantly magnified in the bottom of his eyes and grabbed his face.
¡®If you fight, you fight, there is so much nonsense. '
Wang Ruhu pressed down with his fingertips, clasped the opponent's fat face, and the bones under the flesh, making a "clack~~" rubbing sound, and there was a huge pain. But his feet gradually hung up.
There was a terrified expression on the dark round face. It was not scary for one person to lift another with one arm. What was scary was that he knew that he weighed nearly three hundred catties, and the other person seemed to be very relaxed.
'It's over'
The moment this word flashed in his mind, his fat body was raised high, and at a certain moment, Wang Ruhu slammed him to the ground.
Boom¡ª¡ª
There was a dull and loud noise, and the heavy body fell to the ground. Everyone present obviously felt the concrete ground shake.
Countless oriental men in basketball sweaters whose eyes fell on the court also looked at the motionless Herta on the ground, with their mouths slightly open, unable to make a sound for a long time.
Over there, the cigarette dangling from the mouth of the presiding black fell to the ground, and Harold didn't recover until the stack of banknotes in his hand was pulled away by Harold.
Then shouted hysterically.
"I haven't called the game to start¡ª¡ª" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com