Du Ming raised his eyebrows at Jin Ling'er, stood up, walked in front of No. 23, and smiled at him, "Okay, come on, let's start!"

The host was another bunch of nonsense that instigated the atmosphere and stirred up the audience's emotions, and after finishing speaking, the staff on the side of the show put down the iron cage.

No. 23 twisted his neck at Du Ming, pressed his fingers again, and the bones on his body rattled, "No. 12, you are dead! Hurry up and beg for mercy, maybe you can pick up a life later." ”

Du Ming didn't have any expression, just looked at No. 23 lightly, and was still thinking in detail in his heart, how to delay the time in this game to show that he was not much stronger than No. 23.

On the other side, the referee waited until he put down the iron cage, waved his hand violently, and shouted, "Go!"

As soon as the referee spoke, the twenty-third couldn't wait to raise his fist.

He didn't see the boxing match between Du Ming and No. 17, but he heard that No. 17 lost in the lounge, and he just saw Du Ming teach No. 6 a lesson, but he always felt that it was just a little trick on the part of this kid, and he couldn't compare to himself in terms of strength and speed, so he planned to seize the opportunity as soon as he came up, so he didn't let Du Ming have the opportunity to take the initiative.

Du Ming saw No. 23's fist slam over, made a very exaggerated expression of horror, and dodged away, and his expression looked like a mockery in No. 23's eyes.

Du Ming flashed again and went around to the back of No. 23, who hurriedly turned around to find Du Ming's figure.

Du Ming was standing behind No. 23, and there was no other movement, when he saw No. 23 turn around and slammed a punch into his face.

This time, Du Ming didn't make much effort, and the twenty-third was dark in front of him, and after a while, he shook his head vigorously, regained his eyesight, and angrily raised his foot and kicked Du Ming's abdomen fiercely.

Du Ming flexibly took a step back, and No. 23's kick missed, and Du Ming immediately followed up and kicked No. 23 in the abdomen.

No. 23 spat out a mouthful of saliva, Du Ming hurriedly dodged the saliva, and the saliva sprayed all on the face of the referee who followed behind.

The twenty-third was in a hurry, this Du Ming didn't seem to have any ability, but he couldn't beat him and he was played around, obviously if he wanted to seize the opportunity, but now he has been beaten by him.

Du Ming smiled at him when he saw No. 23's annoyed and angry appearance, turned around and turned behind No. 23, and before he could react, he stretched out his arm, strangled No. 23's neck fiercely, and fell to the ground with him.

Twenty-three made a low roar in his throat, twisting and moving his limbs to break free, but Du Ming's strength was no match for him, no matter how he struggled, he was tightly restrained, and slowly rolled his eyes.

Du Mingxin said that although it is an underground boxing stadium, it is better not to kill people, otherwise Jin Ling'er, who came with him, probably will not be willing.

So Du Ming rolled his eyes when he saw No. 23, then let go of his arm and let go of him, turned over himself, and stood up neatly.

The referee hurriedly rushed over and began to count, Du Ming stood next to him with his waist crossed, ten counts passed, and the twenty-third was still dazed and panting violently on the ground.

The referee excitedly raised Du Ming's arm, "The winner of this game is - No. 12 Du Ming!"

Du Ming smiled calmly at the audience who were cheering loudly under the ring, beckoned again, turned around and hummed a little song and got off the boxing ring.

When Du Ming returned to the boxer's lounge this time, no one stared at him or talked to him anymore, but everyone pretended to be busy with their own things but secretly looked at Du Ming out of the corner of their eyes.

Just now, Du Ming and No. 23 went to see this scene where many boxers who did not play, No. 23 is one of the strongest boxers in this boxing arena, but Du Ming defeated him without much effort, this strength is really amazing, everyone is afraid of him, and there is uncertainty about his identity.

Of course, Du Ming knew that everyone was secretly observing him, but he didn't care when everyone was laughing at him just now, let alone let these people take a look, he walked back to his position very calmly, and raised Erlang's legs leisurely.

After two games, Du Ming's popularity skyrocketed in the audience, and everyone was eager to see him play again, shouting "Twelve twelve, twelve, twelve" frantically.

Although theoretically, the boxers who appear are determined by drawing lots, but this kind of underground boxing stadium wants to make a small move is really very simple, since Du Ming's voice is so high, the boxing stadium immediately arranged for Du Ming to play again.

The staff pushed open the door to the boxers' lounge and shouted inside, "Next fight, 12 vs. 19!"

Du Ming opened his eyes lazily and stood up, and the nineteenth also stood up with an unkind face and looked at Du Ming.

Du Ming was very relaxed and walked out of the boxer's lounge with his pocket.

No. 19 was recognized as the strongest among the boxers present, and at this time, he was arranged to fight against Du Ming, which also meant the boxing ring, and the other fighters shouted at No. 19, "Come on, Brother Chen, teach this kid who came out of nowhere a good lesson!"

No. 19 nodded with a serious face, in fact, Du Ming was able to win No. 17 and No. 23 with ease in a row, which made him feel very uncertain, and he followed the staff out of the lounge with some nervousness.

Du Ming hummed a song and walked to the bottom of the boxing ring, and when he was about to go on stage, he suddenly saw Jin Ling'er struggling to squeeze through the crowded audience and ran to him.

Du Ming smiled evilly and asked, "Yo, how is it, how much money have you earned?"

"Phew, what kind of money to make!" Jin Ling'er said urgently, "We're here to get down to business! I've just found that suspect!"

"Oh?" Du Ming raised his eyebrows, "That's good, you're staring at him, right? As a front-line criminal policeman, you should have been trained to keep watching, right?"

"I just kept an eye on him, but as far as I can see, this man seems to have bet on a few boxing matches and lost, and he looks very unhappy, I heard him tell his companion that he is going to leave in a minute, you follow him with me, right?"

Du Ming nodded, "Heh, this kid doesn't seem to be doing well today, okay, I'll follow you when he leaves, this guy may meet other accomplices later, catch a few to interrogate There will definitely be useful information." ”

At this time, the host in the boxing ring urged, "Twelve! Twelve! The game is about to start, hurry up and prepare in the boxing ring!"

Du Ming turned around and smiled at the host, "It's time to start, okay, let me tell you, I'm admitting defeat!"