Ling Xin's beautiful eyes looked at Chen Xing, waiting for him to make up his mind, while Perez was also lying on the ground and looking at Chen Xing with blank eyes.

After a while, Chen Xing made up his mind, and he gave this dog away.

"Sister Ling, the owner of this dog is in Los Angeles, I promised the other party, I must send this dog over. At this time, Chen Xing could only say that he had met that master, and it was commissioned by the other party, so he couldn't tell Ling Xin that this was a task.

Damn, when his boxing skills are upgraded, he's going to beat Francis hard, and it's too much to pay.

Ling Xin nodded to Chen Xing and looked at the miniature white fox dog in his arms, the fox dog saw Ling Xin looking at it, and opened his mouth to yawn.

Chen Xing is not an ordinary young man, Ling Xin knew this in junior high school, he has the ability to be responsible for himself.

"Don't even think about going back. Chen Xing turned his head to face Perez, who was lying on the ground, and reached out to carry it to the blonde young man in front of him with a fierce face.

Perez looked at the approaching hand with horror on his face, this tracking has gone wrong!

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San Francisco, a single-family villa overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, beautifully decorated, on the balcony of the wooden villa, a man is draped in a towel, blocking important parts, and the rest of his body is exposed to the air.

Showing the sun marks all over his body, this person was Francis, who took a sip of juice from the glass glass on the table next to him.

Normally, at this time, he usually drinks alcohol, but now during the preparation for the war, alcohol is something that does not exist.

Drinking fruit juice can also give you some energy.

Francis looked at the world-famous Golden Gate Bridge, which was covered with thick fog in the early hours of the morning, and the Golden Gate Bridge loomed in this fog, like a bridge built on the clouds.

Swallowing the sweet watermelon juice in his mouth, Francis enjoyed the sight of the sight, just after he finished his morning workout and took a shower to sweat away, every preparation period is a big challenge for the fighter.

Even if he's Francis, the world champion, that's true.

The Golden Gate Bridge is one of the most famous bridges in the world, with about a million visitors visiting the area every month, and Francis doesn't know how many times he has seen the crowds.

At the end of the Golden Gate Bridge is a statue of Strauss, the father of the Golden Gate Bridge, who was not only named the father of the Golden Gate Bridge but also one of the greatest engineers of the 20th century, as the chief engineer of the bridge, and this statue was erected in his honor after his death in 1938.

Strauss was the father of the Golden Gate Bridge, and the statue stood together with the Golden Gate Bridge for 70 years.

In the end, it was discovered that the design of the Golden Gate Bridge and the thousands of important mathematical calculations required to build the bridge were done by an engineer named Eris, who was fired before the construction of the Golden Gate Bridge began.

It was Strauss who robbed him of all the credit.

In all these decades, Iris never got what he deserved, and it was all taken away by Strauss.

The Golden Gate Bridge is Eris's child, but another man who claims to be a father has taken all the honor of this proud child.

But in the end, it was the statue of Strauss at the end of the Golden Gate Bridge, which is still known as the father of the Golden Gate Bridge by unwitting people.

Those who come to see the Golden Gate Bridge and see the statue of the father of the Golden Gate Bridge don't care at all.

It doesn't matter who actually designed and calculated the Golden Gate Bridge.

Don't care about Eris.

Eris, Francis flashed these three words in his mind again, and smiled slightly, if he were Eris, he would have smashed Strauss's head directly with a pair of fists, and then pointed at the nose of everyone in the world and told them loudly.

This bridge was designed and calculated by Lao Tzu, and it is Lao Tzu's son!

But he Francis is not Iris after all, and Iris is not his Francis.

So he can only point his nose and tell these people who is the strongest boxing champion in the super welterweight division.

Footsteps came from behind Francis, who knew who was not looking back.

"How's the hype?" said Francis, holding a glass as he looked at the Golden Gate Bridge perched above the clouds.

"Well, the publicity is in place, plus Mr. Francis, your position in the WBO organization is becoming more and more important, and the organization has given a lot of support, that is, some media say that you choose soft persimmons, choose a fighter who has just entered the top 15 in the world, and this boxer's record is still watery. It was Francis's agent who came over, and he was still in a suit and had a straight posture.

"It doesn't matter about these media. "Standing in Francis's seat, if you still pay attention to what every media says, he won't live.

"My enemy, how's it going?" Although the opponent is very weak, Francis is not in the habit of underestimating the enemy, and he has also watched the video of Chen Xing's game many times.

This man is not his opponent Francis.

"He has been preparing for training in Florida before, and he has hired a very professional coaching team, but it seems that he has been missing for the past two days, and he doesn't know where to go. "The broker's collection of Chen Xing's information is very sufficient.

"Got it. Francis watched as the fog surrounding the Golden Gate Bridge faded a lot, so quickly, again and again.

And he Francis has also gone from a newcomer to the professional boxing world to a world champion who is about to defend his fourth title.

This time he will still win.

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"Look at what else you need, there should be no more, these things are enough for you to live for seven days. Chen Xing looked at the warehouse in front of him, which was full of food, water and some daily necessities.

There was also a blonde youth with a bitter face, Perez.

Chen Xing obviously couldn't kill Perez, he was not a murderer without blinking, he tied Perez, and the blue pickup truck carrying Perez's Harley-Davidson motorcycle drove directly to Orlando, and after some shopping in Orlando, he continued to drive to the suburbs around Orlando and rented a remote warehouse.

Chen Xing decided to keep Perez in this warehouse for about seven days, and when he and Ling Xin arrived in Los Angeles to return the dog to its owner, he called someone to open the door of this warehouse.

Perez's mobile phone has also fallen into Chen Xing's hands. Chen Xing asked again if Perez was still missing, and he felt that he was simply the most merciful kidnapper in history.

"Brother, I really don't want to say, can you stop me from being locked up here?" Perez is not much older than Chen Xing, a young man who has worked hard to join the Black Piston Speed Club.

Besides, he hasn't joined yet, and he can't talk about any loyalty to the club, and he really doesn't want to be locked up for seven days for no reason.

"I can't help it, brother, understand. Chen Xing comforted the bitter gourd-faced brother and said that he was about to close the warehouse door.

"Ding-dong. The mobile phone in Chen Xing's pocket rang, this is not Chen Xing's mobile phone, his ringtone is not this, this is the mobile phone of Perez that Chen Xing confiscated.

Chen Xing stopped what he was doing and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, it was a text message, and Perez's mobile phone password had already been asked by him with his fist.

Chen Xing's face changed when he saw the text message, and he looked at Ling Xin who was standing beside him, and Ling Xin saw Chen Xing's face and knew that this information was definitely not good news.

"They know what kind of car we're driving, they know our license plate number, and they even know what we're in Orlando. Chen Xing's face was solemn, and the message on Perez's mobile phone was the message sent by the biker club to each member, along with their license plate number.

He originally thought that the other party had not made progress for a long time, it must be that there was no monitoring around him, and the other party should not be able to find them, but he didn't expect to know their license plates and approximate locations so quickly.

"Then let's rent a car and leave Orlando immediately. Ling Xin also entered the role of a fugitive, in addition to a trace of worry, she actually felt a sense of excitement in her heart that she had never felt before.

A thrill I hadn't felt in so many years.

"Good. Chen Xing felt that he needed to speed up his movements.

"Hey, I advise you not. Before the warehouse door was closed, the blonde young man Perez poked his head out and said that he had to seize this last chance or else he would be locked up here for seven days.

Chen Xingli ignored it and wanted to continue to go down.

"Your blue pickup truck is rented, right, now the black piston already knows that your car is rented, they must have contacted the people who rent cars in the whole state, you are looking for death if you go to rent a car now!"

Perez roared loudly, and the closed door stopped as he finished.

Whew, it's okay, it's okay, he really can't stand living in this broken warehouse for seven days.

Chen Xing opened the door again, his face was not so good-looking.

"Hehe, don't worry, I have a way, if you want to leave safely, I am the only way for you to leave, and all other transportation methods will not work. Perez confidently rubbed his blonde hair, wanting to show off his charm, how could he say that there was still a beautiful woman here.

Exotic beauties, even more deadly.

Then Chen Xing's fist almost smashed into his face.

"Don't, I said, I said, don't. Perez suddenly became very embarrassed again, and his face no longer had that confidence.

"For the next few days, the roads in Florida will be full of Harley-Davidson locomotives, so what do you think will be the safest mode of transportation?" Perez looked at his black retro-style Harley.

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