Chapter 1656 Who declares war on the Blood Sect, serial bombings 2

"I'll carry you to the bedroom." Xiang Yufeng picked up Zhan Mei and walked towards the bedroom.

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San Francisco, USA.

Yuan Liyang put down his cell phone and frowned. The phone call just now was called by Nanshou himself, and Nanshou also brought Xiang Yufeng's orders on the other end of the phone.

Although he was covered with the ocean, Yuan Liyang understood that he was today because of Xiang Yufeng.

Similarly, the phone call from Nanshou also made Yuan Liyang quite moved while letting go. Xiang Yufeng was conveying a message to Yuan Liyang through Nanshou, that is, don’t think that you are no longer in China and want to leave without paying attention. That is impossible. Similarly, I will not regret what I promised you at the beginning, and I will not skip you directly and point fingers at the north. This is Xiang Yufeng’s intention, and Yuan Liyang certainly understands.

Therefore, while Yuan Liyang was grateful to Xiang Yufeng for trusting him, he also hated those who dared to raise his gun to Xiang Yufeng. This time, Xiang Yufeng had nothing to do, but what if there was something, if Xiang Yufeng really had something happened to the north, let alone what the attitude of Xiang Yufeng was, I am afraid that the fierce people who lowered his hands would eat themselves raw.

"Is it Xiang Yufeng's phone call?" Pan Ting put down the coffee in her hand and looked at Yuan Liyang.

Seeing Yuan Liyang nodding, Pan Ting asked again: "Didn't he not knowing that you are in the United States, why are you still calling?"

Seeing that Pan Ting was a little resentful, Yuan Liyang smiled and shook his head: "You don't understand that the relationship between men is very wonderful, and this is my responsibility." Seeing that Pan Ting was confused, Yuan Liyang told Pan Ting about the attack on Xiang Yufeng.

"What's this?" Pan Ting said after hearing all this, "Don't he know that you are on a mission in the United States? Why do you still have to distract yourself at this time? Li Yang, you won't really go back and let him breathe this hunger, right?

"It's just a black dog. Why do I need to do it if I kill him? One population is enough." Yuan Liyang's face suddenly appeared.

Northeast, Changchun.

The gorgeous and glorious hall is more like a place for hosting high-end cocktail parties. A ring stands out in the center, north and south, and is full of brightly dressed men and women. This is not a party for exclusive celebrities, nor is it a meeting for rich people to go on blind dates and engage in money and sex transactions. This luxurious venue is a battleground for life and death, and a bloody competition will soon be staged.

Black market boxing match!

The bloody competition, which is free from orthodox competitions and moral traditions, has a history of almost as long as fighting skills itself. From developed Europe and the United States to backward and poor Africa, this competition that is not accepted and recognized by the sports community is full of all corners of the world, and China is no exception.

Who said that China does not have a black market boxing match? It is more ridiculous and childish than believing that there is no gangster in China. It not only has it, but also has a long history. In the early Qing Dynasty, the Tiandihui, the Red Flower Society, the White Lotus Sect, and various green forest masters frantically attacked the Manchu feudal dynasty with unstable foundations. Emperor Yongzheng, who was wise and wise in the fourth year of Yongzheng, issued an imperial edict to ban martial arts, which is known in history as the "Forbidden Martial Arts Order". While killing national skills and weakening the national bloodline, the struggles in the rivers and lakes turned underground, and began hundreds of years of history of "Black Market Boxing".

In the 20th or 30 years of reform and opening up, the black market boxing competition that was once strangled was like mushrooms after a rain. In the remote Xinjiang, the northeast of the Hei Shui Baishan, and the economically developed Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai all have the shadow of bloody boxing competitions. High betting, generous bonuses, and every move is a desperate situation. It has become a gold rush for boxers to flock to, and a way for rich people to seek excitement.

A burst of warm applause and whistle sounded, and there was a strong man wearing only shorts on the ring. His slender hair was sophisticated and his slightly narrow cheeks seemed to portray the viciousness of the cold-blooded man's bones, sharp eyes, his wrists and ankles were wrapped around white cloth strips, and the ninth "torna legs" of the top ten Muay Thai kings.

Most of the nicknames of Muay Thai boxing champions contain words such as knees, elbows, fists, and cones, which show that they are the best killing skills. The knees of "whirlwind legs" can bend 0.5 cm in one breath and twenty steel plates. Twenty-two black boxing masters died from the violent impact of his knees. Remember these data clearly in Yufeng.

Muay Thai, a branch of martial arts, is a ruthless and tricky Chinese Kung Fu divided the Chinese martial arts into literary practice, martial arts, and horizontal practice. Muay Thai is a kind of horizontal practice. The lethality is by no means comparable to the physical strength of a flower boxing and embroidery. After three to five years of hard practice, the level of fighting skills can be quickly improved to a terrifying level.

On the high platform, Shen Heigou, who had a frustrated meal from Shanghai, sat there, unable to see the joy and anger on his face, and looked at the screen of the surveillance monitor. The Muay Thai champion on the screen made various elegant moves extremely arrogantly, but Shen Heigou just smiled slightly because it was the person he invited, and as long as he could make money for him, he would not care what he scolded. A few hours ago, Li Heigou, who was full of confidence, arrived in Shanghai with a full bank promissory notes. He thought he could stomp Li Huainian's place, but in the end, he lost tens of millions and was beaten to save face by a young young man. Li Heigou naturally could not swallow this, but it was related to Yang Huainian, so Li Heigou did not dare to use his own hands, so he found a few casual hands from Inner Mongolia to kill the young man who made him extremely unhappy.

.Shen Heigou looked at the Muay Thai champion on the screen and whispered: "You'd better win for me, otherwise I'll take you to drink."

"Fuck him to death!"

"Fuck him to death!"

The two sides were competing at the top of their voices under the ring, and many people were excited and blushed in their faces and thick necks, screaming. One meeting between the two sides triggered the whole audience, and there was also fanatical expectation for the bloody scene.

"Chinese merits, garbage..." The Muay Thai champion Tornado sneered and said a Chinese saying that he often spoke with a cold mouth. He looked undisguised and strong disdain. The Chinese boxer who took a few steps back gave a thumbs up. Muay Thai and Chinese martial arts confrontation lasted for more than 80 years. The resentment has been around for a long time. The naked contempt hurt his opponent's self-esteem. As a beneficiary and user of Chinese Kung Fu, he could not bear the Thai guys' arrogance.

He roared, rushed forward, his movements were light and fast, he was quicker, and his opponent was faster. The Muay Thai master jumped strangely. When he fell, his left foot was so wonderful that he stepped on the knees of the Chinese boxer. His strong body bounced up again, and he raised his right leg violently, and his knee as hard as iron hit the head of the Wing Chun master.

With a bang.

On the ring, the sound was dull, like an iron hammer hitting a sandbag. The signs of instant catharsis of huge power, speed and strength, have reached a state that ordinary people cannot see, the air is stagnant, and the picture seems to be frozen at a certain point. The short fist, which had not been activated, no longer had the chance to exert force.

Dozens of people from both sides of the north and south stood up involuntarily, stretched their necks and widened their eyes, staring at the ring for a moment. The picture reflected in everyone's eyes was full of blood and violence. Due to the inertia of rapid forward rushing, the Wing Chun master's body still moved forward, and the head and shoulders that were tilted back were exaggerated. A blood arrow sprayed more than one meter high, sprinkling to the back.
Chapter completed!