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Brother Qi is also a figure in Renshi.

He knew people in the city, and he had some friendship with the big bosses in the city, and he was not too ostentatious outside the circle. As a result, no one repaired him after a few years, so that he had a little bit of money in the past few years. A group of brothers who can fight.

Also take advantage of these friendships.

In the past two years, he has been running around for relationships, and with the help of some dignitaries, he split shares and dividends, and finally set up a boxing ring in a group of abandoned factories in the eastern suburbs.

This can be regarded as his base camp, and it can also be regarded as one of the main money-making projects.

And now.

At ten o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Dadong.

While listening to Zhou Shao talking about Brother Qi, Zhang Feng also looked at a group of factories outside the car window.

The place has arrived.

Get out of the car.

Zhang Feng reflected the moonlight, and saw many cars in the open space ahead, ranging from low to medium to high-end.

Among them, Zhou Shao's car is high-end.

"Hello"

One of the 'waiters' at the gate of the factory trotted over when they saw Zhou Shao's luxury car.

"Look at the boxing." Zhou Shao had come here once with a friend before, so he was familiar with it. When the waiter came to ask, he reported the place where he would play today.

Because in addition to watching boxing, this place also has various entertainment items such as playing cards and taking a bath.

Every factory contains a gold selling cave.

These are all established by Qi Ge looking for people to make connections and invest in shares, and some of the owners are not Qi Ge.

In each factory, there are different big brothers sitting in charge.

Or guarded by cronies of big bosses and dignitaries.

And Zhang Feng followed the waiter, passing by the old 'factories' with peeling outer walls, listening to the shouts of games and various music coming from inside, and finally came to the front of the fifth factory.

Inside is the boxing ring.

But people who come to play often like to call it the 'boxing hall'.

This sounds a little more upscale.

It is also a high-end place these days, and most of them have a hall character.

Come to the door.

Zhang Feng was separated by the gate, and he could hear roars of release coming from inside, both men and women.

There is still a cool breeze leaking from the crack of the door under the feet, and at the same time there are lights leaking out.

'Dada' The waiter came here and knocked on the door, and called in, "Two people."

In a few seconds, there was a sound of 'crash la la', and the people inside opened the door.

At the same time, some bright lights tore through the night in front of the door, cool air hits the face, and the noise is clear.

Zhang Feng looked inside and saw nearly 200 chairs placed around the hall, and now more than half of them were filled.

Some of them were holding a small ticket in their hands, some were holding a bottle of beer, and some were looking at the ring in the middle and screaming.

At this time, there were two people on both sides of the ring, and it was estimated that the fighting would start soon.

Zhang Feng glanced at it, then looked around, and saw that there were four air conditioners in the corner of the hall blowing cold wind.

In the aisle of the auditorium, there are also several large iron buckets, which are filled with ice cubes, poured with ice water, and a lot of drinks and beer are mixed in the ice cubes.

There is also an electric fan next to the big bucket, blowing the ice bucket 'squeaky', emitting a gust of cool air, making the hall very cool.

"Please come in." The waiter came here, explained to the two people who opened the door, and then walked back.

"Hello." The strong man standing in front of the door looked at Zhang Feng who was looking into the hall, then at Young Master Zhou who was looking at him, and finally said to Young Master Zhou,

"Enter three hundred, drink whatever you want. If you want to bet, or want to fight"

As the strong man spoke, he pointed to a small table behind the door, where several members of the gang were doing accounts and counting numbers, "Look for them."

Zhou Shao takes money.

Zhang Feng walked directly into the hall.

There is no need to give in to Master Zhou for such trivial matters and small money.

Besides, the competition is about to start, so we have to observe and see what level they are.

Come to the south seat, feel free to find a seat near the iron bucket.

Zhang Feng sat on it, and took out two bottles of wine in the iron barrel.

"You can come to this place often." Zhang Feng handed a bottle to Zhou Shao who was sitting next to him, "Generally, places like this should be free fighting, basically there is no pretense."

"What Uncle Zhang said is right!" Zhou Shao respectfully took it, then tilted his head slightly, and pointed to the right side of the ring,

"That person is Brother Qi. When I came here with my friend, he told me. I can recognize him once. It's also Brother Qi who is easy to recognize. He has a scar on his face. And my friend said, He always sits on the west side of the ring at the back."

"That's really easy to recognize." Zhang Feng looked over while opening the wine, and saw that Brother Qi was about [-] years old.

He sat on the back seat on the right side of the ring, and there were three strong men standing behind him.

One of the strong men smiled and nodded to the person under the ring.

Zhang Feng followed his gaze and saw the man under the ring, with bare arms, rags tied to his legs, his whole body was covered with congealed muscles, and there were some calluses on his knees, wrists and elbows.

"Please come and challenge our champion, Ban Meng."

On the ring stage, the fat referee was introducing their champion, who was this brawny shirtless man.

And Ban Meng is not only the champion, but also one of Brother Qi's subordinates.

At the same time, every time the referee introduced Ban Meng's deeds and records.

Although the surrounding audience were tired of listening to it, they still couldn't help their blood boiling and cheered loudly!

Zhang Feng listened, and he probably knew about Ban Meng's deeds. He knew that he was from Thailand. He learned Muay Thai since he was a child. fist.

As for punching.

Zhang Feng has some impressions. He remembers that Angquan has a thousand-year history in the Central Plains. Among them, elbow and knee strikes are the main techniques, and boxing techniques also include straight, swing and hook.

The legwork is mostly positive kicks, side kicks, and low whips, without the high whip kicks of Muay Thai.

Because this kind of boxing was used in wars in ancient times, the legs are always used for balance, so it is impossible to whip high in the chaos.

Zhang Feng thought about it, and then looked at another opponent, Ban Meng's opponent.

He is a boxer in his forties with an ordinary appearance.

But his hands have thick calluses, and he probably practiced some kind of hard qigong.

The referee didn't introduce him much either.

When the two entered the ring respectively, the referee took a closer look at the boxer's hands and announced the start of the match.

At the same time at the beginning of the moment.

Ban Meng hit the whip leg and swept towards the boxer's waist!

With the strength he usually kicked to break two red bricks, if this kick hit Boxer, Boxer would probably be choked.

Although the boxer has never seen Ban Meng's match, he heard from the audience that "Ban Meng can break a man's neck".

Then, when the boxer saw Ban Meng's kick, he didn't choose to catch it hard. Instead, he leaned towards the right side of Ban Meng, and at the same time, his palm protruded from his sleeve and wiped towards Ban Meng's crotch.

Ban Meng missed a hit and took two steps back to dodge.

"Stop!" The referee suddenly yelled, and said to the boxer, "Although this is not a formal arena, hits on the crotch are not allowed. Otherwise, you will be disqualified from the competition and you will be compensated for the bet."

Chapter 44 Qing Lei (Third Watch!!!!!!)

Boxer frowned and tightened, finally stretched and let go, and nodded.

His wife is still lying in the hospital, and she really needs the 5 yuan after the successful fight to pay for the surgery.

Similarly, if he wasn't forced by money, he wouldn't inquire about it and come here to compete.

"Now" the referee looked at the boxer's hand again, and took a step back, "Start."

Ban Meng hooked his hand towards the boxer.

The boxer focused his eyes on Ban Meng's upper three, and he started to chop, grabbing towards Ban Meng's face in front of him.

"Stop!" The referee suddenly stretched out his hand, blocked the boxer's chest, and shouted again, "Don't hit the eyes and nose! If you make another foul, you will be disqualified!"

The boxer suddenly looked at the referee, and suddenly changed to a smile. Without speaking, he took a deep breath and folded his hands together.

But when the referee had just left, Ban Meng suddenly stepped forward and punched the boxer in the chest.

The boxer instinctively put his left hand on his wrist, pushed it aside, and let Ban Meng's empty door open wide. At the same time, his right shoulder shook his right hand down, and then suddenly went up. His right arm was charged, and it was like an iron whip towards Ban Meng's neck. Draw it!

But when he was about to hit Ban Meng on the neck, the boxer took a step back and closed his hands, with a smile on his face, ready to clasp his fists.

Because if it hit just now, Bammon would have died.

He won the game.

It's just that he withdrew too quickly, and his steps were still chaotic, and he staggered a little.

When Ban Meng saw it, he went straight to catch up, and at the moment when the boxer was about to clasp his fist and say something, his right leg swept towards his leg socket, with a crisp 'click', kicking the boxer's kneecap, and the boxer who was walking a little bit disorderly. Sweep down!

Two steps ahead, Ban Meng was about to kick the boxer in the chest again, beating him until he lost his ability to fight, or even killed him.

Otherwise, when the boxer stands up again, he feels that he can't fight, and the champion may be gone.

If the champion is gone, his bonus this year will be much less.

The referee saw that Ban Meng was going to kill a person who was incapable of fighting, but he didn't shout to stop him like before.

Ban Meng's charged kick directly kicked the boxer's chest firmly!

The kicked body of the 'pata' boxer fell back, heaved another breath, clenched his teeth, propped his hands on the ground, and rolled to the edge of the ring with his strength, avoiding Ban Meng's follow-up killing move.

It's just that he tried to stand up, but his right leg was broken and fractured by the sweeping kick, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

When he tried to get up, he seemed to be choking again, his chest was itchy, he coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell down on the ring.

Just now, Ban Meng's knee kick broke his sternum and pierced his lungs. He probably died.

But Boxer didn't hate at all, or didn't think about the previous fights. The last thing on his mind was always his sick wife.

Seeing that the boxer was dead, Ban Meng raised his hands and cheered the audience around, laughing and enjoying the sense of honor brought by the victory.

"Bammon! Bammon!"

The audience around cheered, thinking that this is the real punch to the flesh.

Boxer was dragged down by several people.

"Is this a martial arts contest?" Maybe he is also a martial artist. After seeing this scene, Zhou Shao felt very uncomfortable, and said to Zhang Feng, who was looking at Ban Meng to the side,

"Fuck, that master obviously kept his hand. I can see why he still wants to fight?! Although I don't know the rules of the ring, but when my uncle and Uncle Zhang joined hands, Uncle Zhang could seriously injure him." My uncle and the others didn't do anything cruel."

"This is the real style." Zhang Feng took off the Tang Dao at his waist, and took out 4 yuan from his small bag, "I understand the rules of martial arts, but I don't understand the rules here. Sorry for the trouble, Zhou Shao, All in."

As he said that, Zhang Feng gave him the burden again, pressing the outline of the pistol, "If something happens later, there is a self-defense weapon in the burden."

Young Master Zhou took it subconsciously, but he didn't understand what Uncle Zhang meant, nor did he look at what was in the bag.

Zhang Feng fell behind and walked around the seat in front of the crowd, walked to the ring, raised his head slightly, looked at Ban Meng and the referee on the ring,

"Do you need to rest? Can you fight?"

"Have you signed up?" The referee looked down at Zhang Feng.

Ban Meng moved his whole body, and looked at Zhang Feng, who was about the same height as him.

"Fight!" The nearby audience cheered. They just wanted to watch the deathmatch, but they didn't want to know who was qualified or not.

The referee couldn't decide, so he looked at Brother Qi on the right side of the ring.

Brother Qi was smoking a cigarette. When he saw the referee coming over, he nodded slightly and took a sip of his wine.

When the referee saw it, he said to Zhang Feng who was under the ring: "Since you didn't sign, I'll give you a rough explanation. When you get on the ring, whether you live or die depends on your own ability."