The night wind blew through the noise, the lights surrounded by flying insects collided with "puff puff", and the crowd below started to cheer and shout. On the field in the middle, the shirtless figure rushed forward, and the two figures collided, swollen, and their heads broke into blood and their faces were bruised.

.........

Harold, who was standing in the crowd, was also a little disappointed at this time and was saying, "It's better than nothing. After fighting, we can still make a profit of one or two thousand US dollars....Hey, where are the people?"

He turned his head and found that Wang Ruhu was still there in front of him. His eyes swept around and saw a broad-minded figure pushing away the black men in front of him. He walked along the edge of the venue with a microphone and hurriedly followed with a crutch.

In the dim lights of the court, it was like an arbitrator who felt his vision was dark, and he turned his head and slowly looked up. He saw a tall oriental man standing in front of him.

Wang Ruhu pulled Harold to follow him.

"Ask him, can this kind of game kill people?"

Harold was stunned for a moment, and when he said this to the arbitration blacks over there, the audience around him, or the gamblers burst into laughter.

There is no place where Black Fist can kill people, but this kind of money is actually relatively small, after all, corpses are still difficult to deal with.

"This...it's okay to kill it...the premise is that you can kill it."

The black man who was presenting also smiled. He looked at the Asian man in front of him. On the field, the winner was decided. A black man with a tattoo wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and pounded the head of his opponent, which was still moving on the ground, raised his fist wrapped in gauze, and welcomed cheers around him.

"That's Tori, one of the best boxers in this film." The black host shook his neck and signaled the Asian man in front of him who came over and asked if he could kill someone, so he had the courage to go up. "He doesn't mind hitting another one with injuries."

Wang Ruhu looked back at the boxer named Tori on the field, patted Harold on the shoulder, "Announce the price."

The latter knew his strength and shrugged his shoulders, "No problem." He turned around and took out ten bills with his intact hand, revealing the unique smile of the Jews who smelled money.

"As the agent of that Asian boy, I think it is necessary to talk to you about the increase."

While speaking, Wang Ruhu, who was walking to the field over there, stepped into the edge of the race circle and felt the sights coming from around him. He seemed to be back in a prison cage. Countless voices were cheering at him, slightly raised his face, closed his eyes, took a breath, and the hot breath squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth.

“This feeling…is really comfortable.”

The black boxer who raised his hands to cheer on the field turned around and saw the Oriental man who was already standing on the court. His figure was slightly smaller than the other party, but in this way, especially the black boxer who was not in the rules, a large body shape may not be an advantage.

"You are not the first big guy to challenge me, waiting to be pressed under me like a woman..."

He made a thrust movement in his lower body, however, when he said something, the man opposite him just closed his eyes, walked around, came to the other side, clenched his fists and swung his fists back and forth at Wang Ruhu's mouth and nose, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands loosely, and grinned and laughed.

"Please, he is so scared that he dare not speak? How else can I hit me..."

"I won't fight you."

Suddenly, the words rang almost at the same time. The people around were quiet. Someone who knew a little Chinese shouted out. Harold, who was bargaining with the host, was stunned for a moment, turned around and shouted: "Finish the call early and go back to bed. There may be a few more tomorrow."

In the quiet place, a boxer named Tori approached incredibly.

"Don't you fight me?"

Wang Ruhu opened his eyes and the boxer approaching was keen to feel something. He pressed heavily on his shoulders like a wave. His body couldn't stop trembling a few times. He stopped walking and then stepped back, with a solemn appearance on his face.

"Who are you going to fight with...this gentleman?"

For a moment, he used respectful words without realizing it, which made the people around him quite strange. The boxer could not control them. No one could feel the feeling of the other party's sudden opening of his eyes just now, like... a tiger woke up from his sleepiness, and it was not the kind that was locked in a cage.

Wang Ruhu turned around and raised his hand, pointing to the crowd over there, a fat and tall black man, using simple words.

"he!"

The black and white gamblers around were suddenly in an uproar. Someone stomped the shoulders of the person in front of him and raised his feet and shouted loudly: "Hey, Oriental, that's Tori's teacher. Because he killed too many people, no one has boxed with him anymore. He has changed his job and become an agent. Do you really want to fight him?"

Over there, the fat black man walked into the venue from Wang Ruhu and saw it, but he didn't expect to call him and let him come out. It seemed that he was in the Chinatown beauty salon during the day and asked him to come and seek revenge?

But I haven't finished the game for a long time. I have beaten so many boxers, how could I lose?

Hulta twisted his neck and pushed away the figures looking back at him. His fat figure was not fat, but gave people a strong feeling. His arms were as thick as ordinary women's thighs. Pushing people away was like sweeping away the air. He walked into the field wearing thick jeans. His apprentice came over to persuade him, but he was overturned to the ground by one hand.

Hiss--

The t-shirt that was so swollen that he tore it apart and threw it on the ground. Hulta shook his fat breasts, covered with dark breast hair, and hooked his fingers at Wang Ruhu opposite him.

"Come on, yellow monkey, let's break what happened in Chinatown, and then...I'll throw you into the sea and float back to your country."

Just as his word "home" fell, the figure opposite suddenly burst into his sight, and his open palm seemed to stir up the sound of wind and thunder, and instantly magnified the bottom of his eyes and grabbed it on his face.

‘When you fight, you’re talking nonsense.’

Wang Ruhu pressed down his fingertips, clasped the other party's fat face and bones under his flesh, making a 'clog~~' rubbing sound, and a huge pain. Hurta opened his mouth and scolded, swung his fist to remove the other party's arms, but his moving feet gradually hung up.

A look of horror appeared on his dark and round face. It was not scary for one person to raise the other person with one arm. What was scary was that he knew that he was nearly 300 pounds, and the other party seemed to look relaxed.

‘It’s over…’

The moment this word flashed through his mind, his fat body raised high. At one moment, Wang Ruhu slapped him to the ground fiercely.

Bang—

It was a dull loud noise, and his heavy body fell to the ground. Everyone present clearly felt that the concrete poured ground was shaken.

Countless oriental men wearing basketball sweatshirts fell on the court, also looked at Hulta, who was motionless on the ground, opened her mouth slightly, and could not make any sound for a long time.

Over there, the cigarette in the black man in charge fell to the ground until a stack of banknotes in his hand was pulled over by Harold before he came to his senses.

Then... shouted out hysterically.

"I haven't called the game to start--"
Chapter completed!