Out of the boxing ring, Ding Xiaonian and Shang Yang casually found a fast food restaurant, chatted a few words, and didn't talk too much, and learned that Ding Xiaonian's steel bar work had been almost done, and the other party was also very righteous.

Seeing that his brother was finally about to get out of the poor class, Shang Yang was happy in his heart, others didn't know the inside story, he knew that since he dropped out of school, he had endured hardships a lot, and he had been looking for a few years and finally seized the first opportunity in his life, and he would definitely spread his wings in the future.

Ding Xiaonian's purpose in coming in was to cheer, and to tell him that he would go to Yongcheng, the provincial capital, in a few days to personally check the Bentley with a fake/license plate, although Shang Yang didn't say it explicitly, but he had a hunch that that car must be very important to Shang Yang.

It's just that at the current juncture of the great enemy, Ding Xiaonian still endured the words, and there was no result in saying it, which could only make Shang Yang upset.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the two separated.

Shang Yang walked home alone.

Before the competition, he wants to decompress, his way of decompression is very special, that is, to listen to the midnight radio female anchor named Yoyo, Shang Yang is convinced that he has been poisoned, he never thought that hearing a person's voice can make people so intoxicated, lying in bed every night, closing his eyes, as long as he plugs in the headphones, he feels that his whole body is soaked in water, and there is a pair of delicate and gentle hands around him, gently brushing every nerve...

Plugged in headphones, listened to sounds, but had something else on mind in mind.

As the saying goes: high risk brings high returns.

Maniacs and challengers are invincible, but if they win, they will be among the top fighters, and the wealth that comes with fame will be immeasurable.

......

There was a game in the afternoon, Shang Yang didn't come to the club in the morning, but rested at home, not to mention, Chen Yutong's side was really empty, in the past, this little girl knew that he was at home, and she came to "check the gang" if she had nothing to do, and now she is far away from the provincial capital to study, so she didn't send him a message in anger, she should have held back her strength and asked Shang Yang to send her first.

After lunch, I came to the boxing ring, and a large number of fighters had gathered in the boxing ring.

The hallway into the backstage is equipped with makeshift seating, where most of the fighters except for the club rest.

Shang Yang didn't go back to the lounge, but looked around in the corridor, because Zhou Fei's match was also today, Uncle Zhou should have been there, but he didn't find it, and walked into the lounge of the players outside the arena when he first came to the boxing ring, which was not big, and it could accommodate about ten people, after all, it was only a temporary rest.

Push open the door.

There was a strange smell coming from inside.

Everyone in the lounge had their backs to the door, in a circle.

"Hey... Old dead man, how did you think about my proposal last time? You two marry a daughter-in-law, and during the day, the fool calls her Mom, and you call her a daughter-in-law, and you two take turns to use it..."

The voice is very familiar, it is the old black who met for the first time.

At that time, he was the one who teased Uncle Zhou and almost had a fight with Shang Yang, if Ge Zhong hadn't pushed the door in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"And my proposal, when you marry your daughter-in-law, we will all go to the party, drink the wedding wine, and do technical guidance by the way when the cave room spends candle nights, otherwise the fool will not fly, you are old again, and the hard work will be handed over to us"

"Count me in, after all, I also have excess physical strength, so I can let your daughter-in-law have a good night"

Lao Hei said arrogantly: "Everyone come... Come along, I'm in for a treat!"

"Haha..."

The circle erupted with unbridled laughter.

In the middle of this group of people, there are two people squatting against the wall, one is Uncle Zhou in a suit from the last century, facing the ridicule of the people around him, he can only grin and put on a bitter smile, such ridicule is already commonplace, every time he brings Zhou Fei to the game, he will be ridiculed.

Nearly sixty years old, he looks shriveled, and he dares to be angry in front of this group of fighters.

Uncle Zhou squatted next to Zhou Fei, holding his head in his hands, not saying a word, and he couldn't see the slightest anger, as if it should be like this in front of these people, his attitude was diametrically opposed to when facing Shang Yang, every time Shang Yang went to sparring, he would attack like crazy, without mercy or means.

"Don't giggle!"

Lao Hei raised his foot, rubbed the soles of his shoes on Uncle Zhou's face, leaned his head back against the wall, and made a banging sound: "I have been talking about letting you marry a daughter-in-law for a long time, but I haven't made any moves, and I have taken my words as a deaf ear?" Damn, I have been holding back for two months, just waiting for you to marry a daughter-in-law, but if you don't marry, does this give me face?"

Old Black's feet were a little harder.

Uncle Zhou's face has been kicked and deformed, firmly leaning against the wall, maintaining the most ugly smile on his face, he knows that it is useless to resist, he can only exchange for more ravage, the past that he usually understated, now that the competition is imminent, he is in a high-pressure state, and his approach is more excited.

"Speak!"

Lao Hei worked hard again.

It looks like he is going to crush the skinny Uncle Zhou's face.

"Black... Black brother... To give you face, I'll look for it in the next few days... Soon"

Uncle Zhou's mouth was trampled on and couldn't be closed, and his speech was intermittent.

"But I can't wait, brothers, hold him down for me, pick him up, I'm going to play with him..."

As he spoke, he retracted his feet and raised his hand to pick up his pants.

"Brother Black... Black brother... Don't move, trust me, soon"

Uncle Zhou panicked when he heard Lao Hei's words, and began to beg for mercy with an extremely ugly face.

But the people around are not afraid of big things, who cares about Uncle Zhou, when the old black voice fell, several people had already rushed up to hold Uncle Zhou down, his short figure struggled in front of several fighters, no success, only funny.

"Whoever washes him with mineral water... The old guy doesn't know if he loves to hurry up."

"Brother Black... Black brother... For my age's sake, let me go, please."

Uncle Zhou's voice was already pleading.

Zhou Fei next to him lowered his head a little and wanted to hide.

Shang Yang, who was standing at the door, watched this scene happen, he didn't want to move, but was waiting for Zhou Fei's reaction, getting along for two months, knowing that Zhou Fei's IQ was indeed a little lacking, and he didn't have much respect for Uncle Zhou at home, but he never expected that his biological father would be indifferent when he fell into such a situation here.

A fool?

"Squeak..."

Uncle Zhou's pants were pulled down, followed by Uncle Zhou's wailing.

Shang Yangqi's teeth chattered, people are good at being bullied, and horses are being ridden, especially here, Zhou Fei's actions make him angry, but Uncle Zhou is still very good to him, his whole body is bleeding, and he walks over quickly.

"Pouting... Let him pout, hold on!"

Old Black was still giving orders, and it seemed to be ready.

"Don't worry, you can't move, you can't move..."

"Hurry up"

A few people who held Uncle Zhou urged.

Shang Yang walked faster and faster, walked faster and faster, passed by the sofa, and saw a pouting stick on it to exercise arm strength, which was a pop-up frame in the middle, and the things that were grasped on both sides with both hands, he held it in his hands, and felt that one hand was not enough, so he firmly grasped one end with both hands.

"Hold on, I'm coming!"

Lao Hei shouted wildly, and then moved towards Uncle Zhou.

No matter how Uncle Zhou struggled, he couldn't change the direction at all, and tears had already appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Here!"

Lao Hei's voice was louder than ever, and it sounded like he was cheering himself up, writhing his ass to step forward.

At this moment, he saw Shang Yang, who had already walked behind him, bent his waist, grabbed the stick with both hands, and almost added all the strength of his body, and slammed it at the middle part of Lao Hei.

The guard on the other side of the pouting stick is completely submerged!

"Oh..."

In an instant, Lao Hei's body suddenly tensed, and he raised his head to look at the ceiling, his eyes widened unprecedentedly, and his face was red and white, as if he was thinking about what was happening.

"It's over before it starts?"

"What's going on?"

"Are you comfortable?"

A few people around asked a little inexplicably, these people all looked at Lao Hei, and when they saw Shang Yang standing behind Lao Hei, they were so frightened that they quickly closed their mouths.

Then, they all let go of the hand that grabbed Uncle Zhou, slowly turned around, and stared at Shang Yang with a blue face with a daunting face.

Uncle Zhou, who was finally relieved, quickly stood up and put on his pants.

When he saw Shang Yang, he froze in place, and then he didn't dare to turn his head and continue to wear his pants.

The scene was very quiet, and the silence was terrifying.

Shang Yang raised his hand again, held it on the stick, and pulled out the stick embedded in Lao Hei's body.

It was like hearing a bang.

"Er..."

There was another strange sound from the old black's mouth.

Relieved, he slowly turned his head and saw Shang Yang subconsciously grow his mouth, and before his frightened eyes could spread, he saw a black shadow attacking.

"What a beating you have in this mouth!"

Shang Yang lifted the stick and went straight to Lao Hei's mouth, he never knew what it meant to be light, he was extremely forceful, and he almost hit his throat along the small gap that was opened, and Lao Hei's body was pushed back two steps.

They were irritable before the game, and Shang Yang was irritable.

The pressures that exist are different.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Are you happy?"

"Cool!"

Shang Yang asked, while grabbing the pouting stick and constantly entering and retracting, after a few strokes, Lao Hei finally reacted, his face was flushed, his mouth made a retching sound, and he grabbed the pouting stick with both hands to pull it out.

"Wow"

"Wow... Vomit"

The people around me finally couldn't take it anymore, and felt that their stomachs were facing the most severe challenge, and after a while, they all bent over and began to retch.

"Cool or not, speak!"

Shang Yang stared at Lao Hei with angry eyes and asked like a murderous god.

Lao Hei nodded first, and then shook his head violently, he had to admit that Shang Yang today is no longer the original Shang Yang, signing a contract with the boxing ring is one thing, and more importantly, he was defeated by Shang Yang two months ago, and two months have passed, Shang Yang's growth is enough to make him collapse.

"Forget it... Don't get excited."

Uncle Zhou saw that if he didn't open his mouth again, the matter would get bigger, so he hurriedly came over to persuade him, pushing Shang Yang's body with both hands, to push him aside.

"Waste"

Shang Yang stared ahead, shouting two words on the ground.

Old Black thought he was saying to himself.

The fighter also thought he was scolding himself.

Only Uncle Zhou's eyes were a little red...