"Puzi, this game will be a bit tricky, so you have to deal with it carefully... I heard that guy was a famous boxer in South Africa. He was an illegal armed man in his early years. Later, he didn't know why he got into the 65kg regular boxing competition. He didn't play a few games because he was revoked his license because he was taking banned drugs. He was famous for his strong strength. Few people can take his heavy punches head-on, so he is called a 'ramming machine'. But he also has weaknesses, that is, he is too big and has insufficient sensitivity. You can use this to fight him and consume his physical fitness to the maximum extent..."

Before he went on stage, Lao Gui helped Wu Pu to sort out the cotton pads and reminded him. His eyes were a little anxious. In Lao Gui's eyes, Wu Pu was a very outstanding boxer and the best player he had met since he became a black boxing agent, no doubt about it.

But the old ghost seemed to have no information about Wu Pu today. Wu Pu saw hesitation and restlessness in his eyes.

It was about to go on the court. Wu Pu didn't think much. He waved his fist calmly and said, "Old ghost, don't worry, I will definitely win the last boxing match in my life!"

In the past, the old ghost would dance his fists excitedly and beat Wu Pu's chest twice, and then hug the young man who is a disciple tightly. But today, facing Wu Pu's confidence, the old ghost seemed very silent, with two thick twigs of eyebrows locked tightly, and his eyes staring at Wu Pu were extremely serious, cautious, and even worried.

After a while, he patted Wu Pu on the shoulder and hesitated and said, "How about we give up today's game. Anyway, you have decided to withdraw. Is it the same in this game? You are still a famous 'boxing hunter' in the Asia-Pacific region."

Wu Pu looked at the old ghost in disbelief and said, "What's wrong? The low-key opening and gorgeous curtain call, wasn't this what you taught me?"

"That's an ideal!" It seemed like a firecracker suddenly exploded in the old ghost's body, and blue veins were exposed on his forehead without warning. A slightly angrily clustered in his red eyes. His slightly hunched body dragged the iron bracket on his left leg and stopped heavily on the ground. He shouted loudly: "Ideals are the starting point of reality, but the first thing to realize is reality. Whether the ideal can be realized is an unknown, do you understand?"

Wu Pu grinned and smiled. He knew the old ghost too well. He started from Hong Kong four years ago and fled in the dense forest of the Golden Triangle for more than three months and survived several times. Finally crawled out of the gates of hell. This once desperate old guy became more caring for his life than anyone else. He not only cherished his own life, but also cherished Wu Pu's life.

During the period when they escaped from Hong Kong, their lives were filled with the curse of death. They used their chests to block more than one bullet for each other. In the words of Lao Gui, after coming out of the Golden Triangle, their lives are no longer their own, but their other's.

But this boxing match must be fought. Before Lao Gui's leg was broken, it was a flag in the Hong Kong underground boxing ring, and it maintained a record of more than 90 unbeaten games. Lao Gui was born to punch, and his goal in his life was to maintain a hundred unbeaten games. However, the facts were not satisfactory. A ** character pressed a heavy bet on Lao Gui's opponent and lost. That was Lao Gui's 99th boxing match. He failed to wait for a hundred games. A bullet shot through his left leg shin and pierced the ligament.

"Old Gui, I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, although I have been hurt all over the years, I can't hurt my roots. I still have the strength to fight again." There were cheers and scoldings outside the lounge. It should be that the boxers on the court have decided the winner. Wu Pu held the old Gui's shoulder and walked out and said, "At most I promise you, if the African big guy is really strong, I will admit defeat, what if?"

"Really?" The old ghost is really old. The short hair on his temples is gone without the luster of the past, as gray as the burning ash in the furnace. Only those eyes, when they heard Wu Pu's words, suddenly shone with a flickering light.

"When did I cheat you? Of course it's true, don't worry... Okay, it's time for me to go on the court, cheer up, after this game, I'll give you a big gift!" Wu Pu punched the old ghost in front of the chest and opened the door of the lounge.

There was a group of people standing outside the lounge. Seeing Li Dingkun surrounded by the front, the old ghost hurriedly walked up to greet him, but his expression was a little unnatural, "Mr. Li, why... why did you... want you to come here in person?"

"Haha, I'm called uninvited!" Li Dingkun patted the old ghost's hand and walked towards Wu Pu, saying, "How can I not come for Brother Wu Pu's curtain call, right?"

"Thank you Mr. Li!"

"My family, why do you thank me?" Li Dingkun held the cigar in his mouth, hugged Wu Pu's shoulder, and said, "How about it, after playing this game, it's time to come and help me!"

"Thank you Mr. Li to show your love!" Wu Pu smiled faintly and said, "After so many years of fighting, I won by chance, but I suffered a lot of injuries. My body is no longer good. After this fight, I plan to go back to China to take care of my health. I am afraid that it will not work now. Mr. Li is a businessman and doesn't want to raise someone to have a free meal and do a loss-making business, right?"

"Ah, haha! I've actually made arrangements, that's a pity. OK, then I can't force it. Just fight hard, I'll support you below!"

"I'll try!"

Wu Pu said four words briefly and walked into the dark passage leading to the boxing ring without looking back. The old ghost fell behind and compensated Li Dongkun several times in a row, then followed him into the passage.

"Mr. Li..." A black suit looked at Wu Pu and Lao Gui who were walking into the passage, walked to Li Dongkun and whispered.

"Well, okay, okay!" I don't know what the black suit said, but Li Dongkun slowly crawled into a sinister smile on his face, and he called out two words "good" in a row, "Go and do it, make it better."

After being instructed by the boss, the black suit was a little proud and bent down flatteringly. He walked into the passage like a mongoose under the moonlit night, crossing the wall, leaving only a graceful and evil back.

"I don't know the good things, and I want to go back to my country to recuperate, hum!" The boxing ring outside became noisy again, and the audience could be heard calling "Boxing Gym Hunter". Li Dongkun smiled evilly, spitted disdainfully, and entered the senior membership area of ​​the boxing ring from another bright passage.

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The boxing match began, and Wu Pu saw his opponent, a big black man like an iron tower, with his bulging muscles as strong as iron blocks, making people think of the violent aura it hides at a glance.

Wu Pu has defeated many big men who are stronger than him, and many big men like this opponent. But for some reason, when he saw the big man in front of him, he suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, just as if this big man was the God of the Underworld sent from hell, and a suffocating aura erupted from his body.

In this big man, Wu Pu smelled danger, comparable to the danger of death.

The competition began, and Wu Pu finally realized where his uneasiness came from. This black man named Dervia was really like his nickname, like a solid ramming machine, and his muscles were all iron, and even a sonorous auditory hallucination could appear when hit.

Unlike the big man who fought against him in the past, this big man named Dervia did not seem clumsy. He had a sensitivity that was completely inconsistent with his figure. He could even accurately judge the direction of Wu Pu's punch. Often, he had already made blocking moves before Wu Pu's fist was hit.

"This is not in line with common sense-" Looking at the excitement in Dervia's scarlet eyes, Wu Pu frowned in confusion, as if he had thought of something.

At the end of the first round, Wu Pu walked to the rest corner. He hesitated for a while and said to Lao Gui: "Old Gui, that big man had an injection before he went on stage, which is not in line with the rules."

To Wu Pu's surprise, the old ghost, who has always been popular, just handed him a bottle of mineral water silently, and then said with a dark expression: "Try to fight... but if you can't hold on, don't hold on anymore!"

Wu Pu once again felt that the old ghost today was very abnormal, but he still didn't think too much. When he came on stage again, he suddenly changed his fist exposure and no longer fought with Dervia head-on. His fist exposure suddenly became weird. Each punch hit Dervia's face from an incredible angle, making people unable to defend themselves.

The record of this round can be imagined.

After a brief rest, in the third round. Wu Pu still continued his strange fist path, but he suddenly became dull. His keen thinking in the past suddenly became slow. He could have hit his opponent several times, but his fist stopped for no reason, just like a sudden short circuit in his nerves.

Moreover, his fists became weak, as if he suddenly had lost his strength.

Dervia's fist suddenly became galloping, like the heavy raindrops of Liexia, slamming towards Wu Pu in a dense manner.

Wu Pu was trying his best to defend and was also looking for an opportunity to attack, but his thinking became slower and his eyesight suddenly became blurred, and his mind was dizzy.

Suddenly, he saw a huge fist hitting his face, and there was a shiny hard object between the fingers of the fist.

A strong uneasiness spread in his heart. He instinctively felt that he should avoid it. It was extremely easy to avoid this punch based on his past consciousness. But at this moment, he did not dodge, or his body had completely ignored his orders.

"Bang!"

The big fist hit his face impartially, and a sharp cone-like hard object pierced into his eye sockets!

"Ah——" The delayed thinking made Wu Pu two seconds late before bursting out a shrill roar. The huge pain suddenly stimulated his thinking. He opened his one-eye and saw a strange smile on Dervia's face, with sarcasm.

Then, Wu Pu saw Gilvia setting his eyes towards the audience. Following the big gaze, Wu Pu saw a twisted face - Li Dingkun.

Wu Pu suddenly understood everything that was a conspiracy, a conspiracy that wanted to destroy him.

"Damn bastard, go to die!"

Wu Pu's chest was filled with rage. He pulled out the iron nails from his eyes and rushed out like a crazy cheetah, nailing the iron nails to Dervia's throat.

The black market boxing arena is always alive, and the audience also saw that Dervia first stabbed Wu Pu's eyes with an iron pin, so Wu Pu's throat with an iron pin was understandable.

Wu Pu won the 100th game. When the referee raised his hand high, he looked at Li Dingkun angrily.

"Score, be careful!"

Suddenly, the old ghost rushed towards the stage.

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot came, and the old ghost stopped half a meter in front of Wupu. He smiled shrillly, "Sorry, I'm sorry!"

Wu Pu didn't have time to think about where the bad guy originated. He saw Li Dingkun smiling at him in a gloomy way, and then another gunshot rang in the boxing ring.
Chapter completed!