Ganghu laughed hideously. Without waiting for Hu San's feet to hit the ground, he quickly took a step back, flipped his palms, and used his simplified grasping hand to pinch Hu San's fist and forearm. His left leg, which was ready to go, bounced up like an extremely bent powerful spring, and kicked Hu San's armpit hard.

Hu San gritted his teeth and endured the pain. A heart-wrenching pain made his entire right arm unconscious. Facing a professional boxer, he was born in a wild way and seemed vulnerable. The fierce steel tiger did not stop. He dragged Hu San's right arm and turned around cleverly. He threw a shoulder over his shoulder, slamming Hu San in the middle of the ring. Hu San spit out a mouthful of blood, stared at his opponent with his head raised, and supported his body with his left hand to get up.

The steel tiger continued to rush forward, jumped back two meters, then ran a few steps, and flew up. With the inertia of forward rushing, the whole body made a windmill-style rotation in the air, his legs tightened, as if a free-falling heavy shell hit Hu San, who supported his body with only one left hand.

At a critical moment, people often don’t think of the dangers in this vocabulary when they see this word in books. At this time, Hu San was at the juncture of life and death. He shouted vigorously, and the mouth of blood that was pressed down was sprayed one meter away. The burly body moved thirty centimeters to the side, and just these thirty centimeters pulled him back from the line of death.

"Boom!" The entire ring trembled, the rubber rope on the edge of the ring swayed greatly, and the steel tiger stepped on the table with both feet, and the power it vented was amazing. Hu San tried his best to fight for his life, otherwise the ribs and entire spine on his back would have been broken. At this moment, he finally understood how far there was with the masters of professional boxers. This guy turned his head stubbornly and looked at the steel tiger who was condescending to him.

"Qing Gang Gang Hu San, I've seen it today." Ganghu sneered and raised his leg to kick Hu San's neck. Suddenly, the fierce man who overturned countless boxers in the three northeastern provinces noticed a very uneasy aura behind him. His raised foot was fixed in the air. Should he land or take it back? His expression kept changing.

The battle-hardened steel tiger hesitated and stalemate for more than ten seconds finally took back the fatal kick.

Xiang Yufeng walked out!

Zhan Mei first noticed that Xiang Yufeng was about to take action. Xiang Yufeng turned back and jumped into the boxing world like a goshawk, leaving her with a nearly perfect back. Her heart was trembling inexplicably. Apart from worrying about her parents, she rarely cared about the life and death of others, the beauty Zhan became anxious. She picked up the apple that Xiang Yufeng had chewed half, and looked at the ring while gnawing. The tension and worry in her eyes were not mixed with a trace of water.

Mature women at the age of Zhan Mei rarely use "handsome" to describe a man. They pay more attention to the inner temperament of men. Today, when Xiang Yufeng walked under the ring and lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, he experienced the combination of bitter and tempered vicissitudes and loneliness and the hardness of never retreating. Zhan Mei secretly called out "handsome", and a little illegitimate.

On the ring, Xiang Yufeng's stance attracted everyone's attention. He wore a white casual outfit wrapped his most standard man's body. His expensive outfit set off his cold temperament and exuded the masculine beauty of a man in his body.

Xiang Yufeng and Ganghu were two steps apart, standing quietly with his head raised and his chest raised, with the giant panda that Fang Xiaoyin gave him in the corner of his mouth. The poss was just right, and it was suspected of being pretending to be a bit pretentious, and it was not a bit unconventional. He was not a little white-faced person who relied on his body to make a fuss. Standing like this was a habit formed in his bones.

"Okay, stop performing. If you didn't see you vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood, I wouldn't have just come up like this." Xiang Yufeng glanced at Hu San who was tremblingly climbing up, and pinched the cigarette holder with his right thumb and index finger. Xiang Yufeng knew Hu San's strength, and he naturally knew that with Hu San's strength, he could not lose compared to the fierce man in front of him, but Hu San lost and vomited blood. This made Xiang Yufeng frown. He glanced at Yang Huainian who was smiling and looking at him. He didn't know what the other party wanted to do with such means to force him to end up. However, everything is not important now. What is important is that he is on stage.

Hu San wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand, straightened his back, and smiled honestly at Yufeng, "Boss, I know, you will definitely not vomit blood when you look at your brother."

"What exactly do you old man want to play?"

Hu San whispered, "Of course it's a good thing, so it's not convenient for me to say anything else. In short, you want to avenge me, boss." After that, Hu San got off the stage.

Yang Huainian, who was not far apart, narrowed his eyes and smiled meaningfully.

The powerful characters under the ring each had their own ideas. On the ring, the steel tiger moved carefully and moved to a position he thought was safe and turned around suddenly. In a brief moment, one or two minutes, his whole body was sweating like rain. The originally invisible but real haze aura made him feel suffocated out of thin air.

"I am not used to taking advantage of others. You played three games and spent a lot of energy. I will give you time to rest. Let your companions replace you in the fourth game." Xiang Yufeng said indifferently. His tepid sentence revealed his confidence in winning, which is completely different from the arrogance of some confident little men.

After all, Ganghu was a powerful man in the Northeast. He had a proud and arrogant spirit. When Xiang Yufeng said this, he became a little afraid and said with a slight fear, "When I was making a name for myself when I was fighting black fists... you are still a young boy with a bad heart, don't be too confident."

"Okay, I admire you." Xiang Yufeng sneered, turned around and pointed at the location of Shen Heigou, and said, "Shen Heigou bets. Old Master Yang lost nine million in two games. I have to get back this face. If you don't dare to bet, it will be true. I don't think Old Master Yang will care about this little money."

No one present is a fool, let alone Xiang Yufeng's aggressive words are too straightforward. For Shen Heigou, who is not short of vicious or smart, the vague words are counterproductive. The more straightforward you are, the more you can inspire the bad nature of the troublemakers. Shen Heigou blew his beard and stared and said, "Boy, don't provoke me. I don't take it seriously. I'll place all the nine million you win, and add a check of twenty million, it depends on whether you have the ability to win."

In a boxing match, the bet of 29 million was considered a big deal. Hu San's palms were sticky and wet. He had never been to the Lisboa Casino, nor had he seen a bet of hundreds of millions of dollars in Caesars Palace in Las Vegas. 29 million was close to the limit of his ability to bear. You should know that the spare cash in the safe of the old leader Yang was only 200 million to 300 million.
Chapter completed!