Huang Ming said this to Wang Hui, first of all, he thought that Wang Hui would definitely lose this boxing match.

He had carefully observed the Muay Thai fighter Shaman, and Huang Ming knew that he was no match for his single-round punch and kicks.

As a killer, he also understands the truth that there is a specialization in the art industry.

But Huang Ming knows that when it comes to comprehensive strength, that Shaman can be regarded as a powerful fighter at most when he leaves the boxing ring.

Wang Hui is different, no matter what else he says, the nickname of 'scalpel' is enough to represent his status in the killer world.

Kill, as precise as a scalpel.

This is the evaluation of the South American killer and employment community for the scalpel Wang Hui.

If such a person joins his command, he will definitely be able to improve his overall strength by a large margin.

So how did Wang Hui reply?

Facing Huang Ming, with a smile on his lips, but after stretching out his middle finger with his right hand and scorning him fiercely, Wang Hui walked into the private room where Xu Lin was.

And then Liu Xinlan, who also entered the private room, pulled Wang Hui over and asked, "Is what that guy said just now true?"

"Huh? Seems to be. ”

"Are you really going to join the Bloodthirsty Legion? Great, do you have a chance to meet Scar?"

Liu Xinlan, who has completely become a little fan girl, has begun to fantasize when she speaks that she can follow Wang Hui to Africa in the future, and then come to Scar and say, "Scar, I'm finally seeing you." ”

No need to ask, looking at Liu Xinlan's fluttering expression at this time, Wang Hui knew what he was thinking.

At this time, without waiting for Wang Hui to reply, Li Xiang opened his mouth and asked, "Mr. Wang, if you are defeated, do you really want to join the Bloodthirsty Legion?"

is also a problem, Li Xiang naturally can't be like her cousin, and stupidly expects Wang Hui to join in.

You must know that the core reason why the Weiming Group under her can temporarily stabilize is because of Wang Hui's existence.

With him, Xie Ming's side was jealous.

If Wang Hui leaves, her side will be greatly affected.

Wang Hui looked at Li Xiang, turned his head to look at Liu Xinlan, and at the same time a confident smile appeared on his face, he also asked a question.

"Two, in your eyes, am I going to lose to that Muay Thai fighter, Shaman?"

After asking this question, Wang Hui stopped talking, went to the chair in front of the window, and began to watch the competition in the ring below.

In a heavyweight duel like him and Shaman, two foreshadowing matches are usually arranged before the two start fighting.

Compared with Li Xiang and Liu Xinlan, they stood aside and thought about what Wang Hui said just now. Xu Lin's performance is very different.

"Little brother, if you lose this game, I will lose all of it and sleep on the streets in the future. When the time comes, you'll have to support me. ”

Xu Lin, who was sitting next to Wang Hui, used her own way to cheer up Wang Hui.

"Haha, in order for Sister Lin not to sleep on the streets, I also want to beat that Shaman down. ”

When he responded to Xu Lin with a smile, Wang Hui also saw the amount of bets put aside.

Nima, which shows that the bet on Sharman won 27 million, and the bet on him won only 200,000.

What's even more fucking funny is that the 200,000 yuan is still Wang Hui's own bargaining chip.

That is to say, looking at the crowd below, they all bet on Shaman to win.

"Damn, this is fucking interesting!" Looking at the data in his hand, Wang Hui couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Almost at the same time, the following mat game was over. As the two fighters stepped down one after another, Shaman, who was shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts, began to walk into the arena and start warming up.

And it was just such a warm-up, and the audience below erupted in waves of screams and shouts.

But these audiences always give Wang Hui a feeling. He wasn't here to enjoy the fight, but he was expecting a bloody scene.

Because he could see that the expressions of the audience below were a little wooden and angry. Indeed, what Wang Hui thinks in his heart is also the truth.

The reason why these viewers are so enthusiastic about Shaman is because of his violent color.

Especially after defeating the opponent, he still won't stop until he abuses the opponent to the point of bloodstaining the ring.

Looking at such an audience, one side of the favor for Shaman. Not only did it not affect Wang Hui's morale, but it aroused the desire to fight.

Born as a mercenary, he is used to killing, and he is even more tired of killing. So, he hates this kind of people with anger on their faces.

It was 9:45 a.m., fifteen minutes before the start of the game.

At this time, in Xu Lin's private room, the three women had already chosen to be silent, sitting quietly on the side, watching Wang Hui still sit in place, quietly smoking the cigarette in his hand.

At this time, everyone in the audience gradually changed from scattered screams to shouts in unison.

"Wang Hui, die. Wang Hui, dead ......"

The audience, who had no grievances and no hatred with Wang Hui, began to shout and cheer routinely. It's not that they're targeting Wang Hui, it's that they're used to encouraging Shaman in this way before the tournament starts.

Of course, they are never too big to watch the excitement, and they are also looking forward to Wang Hui's death here today. Because in this way, they will have a basis for revelry when they turn back.

Wang Hui, who watched and listened, knew that the cigarette in his hand was exhausted, so he stood up.

"Hahaha......"

And when he walked out of this private room, at the moment of going out, he suddenly laughed for no reason.

This move made Xu Lin and Liu Xinlan wonder, what happened to Wang Hui?

What's wrong with Wang Hui, Li Xiang, who used to be a teacher of ancient literature, looked at Wang Hui like this, and suddenly printed a poem by Li Taibai in the Tang Dynasty in his mind, and under the influence of Wang Hui's temperament, he couldn't help but recite it.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be a Penghao person. ”

There is no doubt that Li Xiang's poem is a true portrayal of Wang Hui's state at this time.

This poem, translated into the vernacular according to the scene at this time, means "Just go out arrogantly, Lao Tzu, I, Wang Hui, are comparable to people like you who do nothing." ”

Indeed, not to mention this group of audiences, including Shaman who was standing in the ring, and Huang Ming, Xie Ming and others who were still watching on the second floor.

How long did Wang Hui see him in his eyes?

As he strode forward with a meteor, some people noticed his determined eyes.

But he didn't notice that inside his somewhat cheesy mid-haired hairstyle, there was a hideous scar on his forehead.

Who was he? his bloodthirsty scar that was so angry that the world feared.

But his identity, the audience doesn't know, the opponent doesn't know, and even the only three women who support him don't know.

In their minds, Scar is just a legend by word of mouth.

That's it, Wang Hui will care about this.

Facing Shaman, a strong opponent, he only had the ring in his eyes at this time.

At 9:50 in the evening, ten minutes before the start of the game, Wang Hui stepped into the ring.

Just a few seconds after he went up, the referee of the arena commanded two people to come up with a table.

When everything was ready, Wang Hui saw a two-finger fountain pen on the table, and an A4 piece of paper with the company commander printed on it.

Then the slightly chubby referee walked to the middle of the octagon cage and took the microphone and began to shout: "Everyone, don't be impatient, the following is the signing ceremony of the life-and-death battle." ”

But after this sentence, the audience below not only did not quiet down, but broke out into an even more powerful noise.

Because what they're looking forward to, it's really coming.

In their hearts, if the black fist does not have some stimulation of life and death, it will not be able to really enjoy it.

At this time, Shaman, who was standing to the left of Wang Hui, did not hesitate at all, walked to the table and picked up a pen to write his name.

"Wang Hui, die. Immediately after, in stiff Mandarin, he said these three words to Wang Hui, and made a motion to wipe his neck with his hands.

Well, Wang Hui didn't talk back, but habitually with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and also walked to the table, too lazy to read the content of a piece of paper, and signed his name casually.

After that, he turned around and provoked Shaman.

"Nima coins!" Wang Hui used these three words to give to Shaman.

"What is Nima coin?" Shaman, who is a Thai, was stunned for a while and didn't hear the meaning of these three words.

At this time, the chubby referee on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was only then that Shaman reacted, and it turned out that Wang Hui's three words were words of greeting to his mother.

"Kill you. With a loud roar, he rushed towards Wang Hui.