In the gym downstairs, a tall, sturdy middle-aged man is jogging on a treadmill.

Konstantin walked over and greeted him: "Vice President Long Ze, Xia Cheng's people are also here, and their strength is not bad." I think he can come on in place of Hassan. ”

Long Ze Harris didn't even stop the treadmill, and glanced at Xu Changqing with disdain: "Did you say him?" Haha, where did you get such a weak chicken? Skinny as a monkey, dare to pretend to be a boxer? Against him, my Hassan can be blindfolded, his hands handcuffed behind his back, and he can win. ”

"Don't talk too early," Xia Cheng said coldly, "Why don't you try it in the ring?" ”

"It's fine," said Harris, who arrogantly got off the treadmill and instructed a young man standing beside him, "Go and call Hassan." After saying that, he walked out.

Konstantin stopped him: "Vice President Long Ze, why don't you stay and take a look?" ”

"What's there to see, I've seen Hassan kill a lot," Long Ze replied arrogantly, and didn't stop the next step, "I still have a meeting, I'm not available." Remember to give me a result when you're done. ”

Facing the back of Long Ze Harris, Xia Cheng quietly gestured a middle finger. "Hmph, today I told you that the iron plate is made of iron," she leaned into Xu Changqing's ear, "Give me a face, start harder, be ruthless!" Don't worry about legal liability, as long as you don't kill you, you can do anything," she rubbed her fingers, "and if you win the battle later, you will have a benefit." ”

"So confident in me?" Xu Changqing smiled, "Let's take a look at this Hassan's appearance first." Listening to the meaning of the person just now, he should be a powerful person. ”

After a while, Hassan came, and sure enough, he looked good, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, steel and iron bones, and he was a black man who was shockingly strong. Looking at the photos of the players in the Shinkawa group yesterday, the one-meter-nine Sakuma Tsuyoshi is already a muscular man, but compared with the one in front of him, he is suddenly smaller. Normally, if you pile up too many muscles, your movements will slow down, but this Hassan is not at all. He was pliable with his hands and feet, his steps were brisk, and the distance of each step was like a ruler, and he had obviously been trained hard.

"You're going to fight me? Yellow Monkey, I'm going to beat you so much that you don't even know your mother. ”

Hassan's Japanese pronunciation is very stiff, and the deep disdain is evident.

In the face of provocation, Xu Changqing just smiled. There is no point in fighting for this kind of verbal victory, in the final analysis, it still depends on whether you can fight in the ring. He flicked his shirt, turned over on stage, and hooked his finger at Hassan: "Come on." ”

Moments later, the two duelists stood together in the ring. Hassan was accompanied by a young fighter, while Xu Changqing was served by an apprentice called by Konstantin.

Just by looking at the line, you can't recognize what genre Hassan belongs to. He wore nothing on his upper body, showing off his muscles. A black cloth belt was wrapped around his waist, and the brown cloth pants were tied tightly. The crotch is fat, but the ankles are tightened, much like traditional Chinese bloomers.

Both of them were barefoot, and their arms were all exposed. This is the rule, to prevent someone from carrying cheating weapons such as foot blades and arm armor.

Xu Changqing, who is only 1.75 meters tall, looks like a child standing next to Hassan. He had well-defined muscles, but no lumps, and he looked very thin. Hassan was two heads taller than him, and his hands were much longer. In the eyes of ordinary people, this punch is like an adult brown bear fighting a police dog, and there is no suspense about the outcome of the battle.

The two stood facing each other in the ring, with a referee in between. It's not an official game, and the referee doesn't bother to talk nonsense, only emphasizing that it is not allowed to attack key points, and it is not allowed to bring equipment, etc. There were originally some apprentices around who were practicing, and when they saw someone in the ring, they all gathered around. They talked in low voices, expectant in their eyes.

The referee's nonsense is finally over, and he reaches out and slashes in the middle, signaling to start fighting. The two stepped back in unison. Hassan pulled out the stance, slowly sinking the horse bridge hand. Xu Changqing glanced at it and was slightly surprised: "You foreigner, you actually learned Hong Boxing?" ”

Cantonese martial arts, the heaviest horse step. The black man was calm and steady, his legs were as tight as pillars, and he was obviously accomplished in southern boxing. Listening to Xu Changqing's comments, he showed pride on his face, pretending to be Bruce Lee and wiping the corners of his mouth with his thumb: "I learned boxing in Hong Kong for five years, and finally killed my master." He's great, but not as good as me. ”

Church apprentices, kill the master? Xu Changqing shook his head: "Bullying the teacher and destroying the ancestors, that's what you're talking about." Without the slightest awe, you are also worthy of talking about martial arts? ”

At this time, a young man came under the boxing ring at some point. He chewed gum and writhed impatiently. "Hey, don't talk nonsense, don't you start fighting?" He shouted to the stage.

At this point, Hassan suddenly moved. He approached, his steps as heavy as iron, and his momentum was imposing. Xu Changqing greeted him head-on. Both men threw short and quick punches, once, twice, testing each other. Xu Changqing retreated in small steps, and Hassan chased after him, swinging his fists in turn like a piledriver. He attacked fiercely, but Xu Changqing dodged lightly, always avoiding it when there was no room for it. Seeing that fists alone didn't work, Hassan suddenly got up and wanted to kick his knees. However, Xu Changqing skillfully flashed to the side of the opponent's supporting foot. Feeling threatened, Hassan had no choice but to turn around, and the offensive was invisibly defused.

"This guy knows how to hide!" The young man shouted, "Coward, if you have a kind of confrontation with Hassan!" Or not a man? ”

At this time, Xia Cheng suddenly spoke. "Hey, Long Ze," she hooked her fingers at the young man, "It's not interesting to just look at it, come, let's bet on some lottery heads?" ”

It turned out that this young man was the only son of Long Ze Harris, the famous second ancestor of the Sambo Society, Long Ze Tiandao.

"Oh, that's good advice!" Long Ze Tiandao's eyes lit up, "How about 10 million?" You don't have to pay if you lose, you can just stay with me for one night. As he spoke, he naturally reached out to put his hand on Xia Cheng's shoulder.

"Gambling is gambling boxing, and I want to go home and myself." Xia Cheng opened Long Ze's claws with a tricky hand, his movements were concise and neat, and his skills were solid. Probably afraid that Long Ze would regret it, she swiped and wrote a check, snapped it and slapped it on the ring: "Ten million, I bet." ”

Long Ze Tiandao rubbed his fingers, his expression was stupid: "Just kidding......"

"No, the son of the dignified vice president, you can't afford to play with 10 million?"

"Who says I can't afford to play?" Long Ze Tiandao couldn't stand Xia Cheng's agitation, so he stretched out his hand and made a move. Someone immediately came over and handed over a box full of cash. He instructed his attendant, "Take 10,000,000 out and put it on the edge of the ring." ”

One million yen is about one centimeter thick. Ten stacks of the same thickness are stacked together, and it is indeed visually impactful.

Long Ze Tiandao glanced at Xia Cheng and screamed at the ring: "Fight!" Kill that kid! He clenched his hands into fists and looked even more excited than Hassan.