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Li Feng punched the black man's tense chest muscles directly, as if he was hitting a steel plate. The black man smiled coldly.
"Weak chicken."
When the people around him saw this, they all shook their heads.
"How can we fight this? There is no way to fight."
"Yes, although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that this nigger is indeed very strong. I didn't realize that all the people who play sports in the world are black uncles."
"This nigger just stood there and let him hit him, but he couldn't hit him. What's the point of it? Believe it or not, this nigger could take half of this guy's life with one punch."
"More than half a life."
The people on the side snorted coldly.
"Isn't it?"
¡°It¡¯s obvious that you have never been to an underground boxing ring. This nigger is a three-time boxing champion in the underground boxing ring and a fierce man who has won 100 fights in a row.¡±
"Do you know what the fate of being his opponent will be? Ninety-seven deaths, three vegetative states, and the ones who are still alive are worse than dead."
"A real killer. Moreover, this nigger just won the underground league championship in five southeastern provinces and one city a while ago, and was qualified to participate in the national underground league. If it weren't for the face of the young master, do you think he would be able to invite you? This nigger.¡±
"Hmph, this man is already half-dead."
"Hiss, so fierce?"
"Doesn't anyone care about this nigger beating people to death?" A young model asked, patting her chest.
"Beauty, I'm afraid you don't understand this underground boxing match. Do you think this is the kind of boxing match on TV? There are not so many bullshit rules in underground boxing matches, and all the contestants on stage have signed life and death certificates. "
"As long as you get on that stage, your life or death is determined by your fate. If you win, you will make a lot of money. If you lose, you will die a hundred times. Living is a torture."
"But this kind of boxing match is exciting. Hehe, next time I will take you to see what a man's game is."
"I hate it."
The young model felt the other party¡¯s shabby hands and rolled her eyes.
The nigger reached out and stroked his chest: "You only have so much strength? It's like scratching an itch. Calling you a weakling is just flattering you."
"Lan Lan, this guy in your family wants to be cool. You haven't slept with him yet, have you?"
Wei Lan turned to look at Angege: "What did you say?"
Angege looked at Wei Lan: "I do it for your own good. Although I also think this person is handsome and domineering, but it depends on reality. Do you think he is a match for this big black guy?"
"The other party is obviously prepared and has no intention of making it easy for him. Maybe he will be beaten into a cripple. You don't plan to live the rest of your life with a cripple, do you?"
"you shut up."
Wei Lan bit her lip.
"If you want to keep him, you need to untie the bell and tie the bell. If not, I advise you to run away now. Didn't that person want to sleep with you just now? You don't think he is joking."
"The other party is from the capital. If he dares to be so unscrupulous, you think he has no support."
Wei Lan felt confused and suddenly pushed the car door open.
"Hey, you don't know how to do it."
Angege looked at Wei Lan who wanted to "sacrifice herself for others". What she said just now was not intentional. She was just telling a fact. She was originally intended to let her think about the outcome, and the two of them ran away.
This bastard, he couldn¡¯t have really slept with Wei Lan.
"Let him go."
Wei Lan walked up to Li Zidong, gritted her teeth and spoke.
Li Zidong narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Lan: "Hey, you want me to let him go?"
"Yes, don't you just want me, as long as you let him go." Wei Lan didn't know why she did this, but she really didn't want to watch Li Feng die.
"It's so touching."
Li Zidong stretched out his hand, but Wei Lan subconsciously dodged. Li Zidong looked at him with a smile. Wei Lan bit his lip and stepped forward. Li Zidong successfully reached out and touched Wei Lan's chin.
"Isn't this good?"
"I told you a long time ago, you, I want to make a decision, but"
Li Zidong paused for a moment: "But now it's not just because of you. If he dares to hit me, he has to bear my anger."
"Don't worry, I won't kill him. He is still my brother after all." Li Zidong laughed loudly after saying this.
"Li Feng, did you see it? Your woman took the initiative to throw herself into my arms in order for me to let you go."
Li Zidong put his arm around Wei Lan's waist, held him in his arms and spoke to Li Feng.
"Don't lose your number, yellow-skinned monkey."
The black ghost suddenly hit Li Feng with a punch that was like a strong wind. A murderous intent flashed coldly in the corner of Li Feng's eyes. He suddenly turned his toes and moved like a ghost.
Raising his hand, he directly touched the three inches of cartilage under the nigger's ribs. He only heard a snapping sound, but the lower ribs at the end were directly broken by Li Feng.
The nigger grunted, and Li Feng passed through the opponent's armpit and appeared behind the opponent. He raised his foot and kicked the nigger's back knee joint directly.
The nigger¡¯s burly body couldn¡¯t withstand this blow to his joints.
Plop.
Nigga get down on one knee.
Li Feng¡¯s toes were like tops, his waist was twisted like a bow, all his strength was poured into his whip legs, and he directly swept the black man¡¯s side face with his kick.
The nigger¡¯s head buzzed, and his whole brain was stirred up like tofu.
Everything happened like lightning, making people dizzy.
Li Feng retracted his legs, suddenly turned around and walked towards Li Zidong who was hugging Wei Lan.
At this time, the kneeling nigger staggered to the ground, bleeding from all his orifices. After a moment of dead silence, there was a sound of gasping for air.
"Brother Feng, you are mighty."
Yun Qi shouted loudly: "I knew you were the best."
"Is this true or false?"
¡°Did the nigger get kicked to death?¡±
¡°A nigga actually lost, are you fucking kidding me?¡±
Li Feng walked straight to the stunned Li Zidong and pulled Wei Lan from Li Zidong's arms.
"Stupid woman, I think you deserve a beating."
Li Feng directly raised his hand and slapped Wei Lan's round buttocks. With a pop, Wei Lan felt a burning pain on his buttocks and a blush appeared on his face.
"Next time, do you still dare to make your own decisions?"
Wei Lan's heart trembled. Looking at the domineering Li Feng, her heart felt like a deer bumping around, and her whole body sank.
¡°I won¡¯t dare to do it next time.¡±
Wei Lan doesn¡¯t have the aura of a domineering president at this moment. He is just like a little white rabbit, the kind who lets others take advantage of him.
Li Feng pulled Wei Lan behind him and looked up at Li Zidong in front of him.
¡°Brother, it seems you still haven¡¯t learned your lesson.¡±
"Li Feng, what do you want?"
Li Zidong frowned and looked at Li Feng. He never expected that the trump card he had found was "not useful," so he was killed by Li Feng.
Li Zidong¡¯s heartbeat was pounding. This bastard had dared to slap him in the face before. What else could he dare not do?
Li Zidong was a little scared for the first time.
Li Feng reached out and hooked Li Zidong's neck, and hit Li Zidong hard on the head.
"Go back to the capital, immediately, immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."
After Li Feng said this, he let go of Li Zidong, who was buzzing with thoughts, grabbed Wei Lan's waist and got into the car directly, and walked away.
"Master Dong."
"Trash, it's all trash."
Li Zidong roared angrily: "Li Feng, I'm not done with you." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com