Hand-to-hand combat is the area I am most familiar with, even if I don't look down, just by watching the movement of Warilla's upper body, I can know which leg he is attacking and which part of me is attacking, so he just raised his foot and was blocked by my leg at the same time, and then he quickly launched the other leg, but I also blocked.

Varyla was a little impatient, desperate to use his strength to pull away his two arms that I had controlled, but the more he did this, the easier it was to get caught up in my rhythm.

At this time, Varyra's arm shook and tried to suppress my arm, I let his strength pass, but when his arm pressed my hand, I pinched Varilla's elbow from below, and then squeezed hard, and my fingers directly fell into the gap between Varyra's bones.

Attacking that part of the body is not a human pain that can be withstood at all, and Warira screamed in pain, half of her body was already paralyzed, and her shoulder collapsed due to the severe pain, and she was already under complete control of my power. I jerked his left arm in my direction, and then pulled a thousand of them, shoulders resting on Warilla's chest.

There was a muffled rattle in Warilla's chest, a low moan of pain in his throat, and his body was knocked out of control by me.

But how could I just let Warira get out of the way, not to mention that this attack was not enough to make Warira incapacitated. At this time, his right arm was still restrained by me, and there was no way to exert force in this situation, so when his body fell backwards, I suddenly pulled his right hand again, so that Varyla was pulled back by me like a puppet, and then my body reversed, my back to Varyla, and with the force of this pull and the force of my collision, my elbow hit Varila's lower abdomen.

Varyla probably felt that the sky was dark at this time, and his body was attacked by me and retreated, but he never distanced himself from me, because I was attacking and quickly closing the distance with him.

Although Valilla was in severe pain, she was still more or less conscious, and after receiving a full blow to her lower abdomen, she suddenly leaned back, one leg already kicked high.

However, at this point, Wari's movement of pulling out of the leg was too far from before, and the speed was even worse, and I was not only able to dodge this leg, but also capable of continuing to play.

Instead of dodging, I went for Varyra's leg, which seemed like I didn't make any moves, but Warilla's kick went between my arm and waist and didn't hit any part of the kick at all. Then I grabbed this leg of Varyla between my arms and waist, and now he was standing on the ground with only one leg, so his face was shocked.

I sneered, and my fist gathered enough strength to slam the punch directly into the front door of the warilla. Warilla's head tilted, her nose and lips were bleeding red, and her handsome face was bruised and swollen by my punch. One punch wasn't enough, and my second punch was already close to his face, and Wari stretched out two hands to defend.

All I wanted was for Varyla to free up two hands to defend her face, and my fist suddenly turned, grabbed one of his legs that I was holding onto, and then pulled Varila's entire body up and smashed it directly into the rope net next to the ring.

Warilla's body slammed into the rope net, then hit the ground again with the force of the spring.

Vailla didn't even have time to feel the pain, and hurriedly tried to get up from the ground, but as soon as he stood firm, I also rushed in front of him at the same time, bent down and punched directly into Warilla's lower abdomen.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of Warilla's mouth and spit directly into my face.

I didn't care about the disgusting and filthy, and grabbed the woman-like hair of Warilla, and I lifted his head by the hair, then slammed my fist into his cheek.

To be honest, I don't want to destroy a man's handsome cheeks like this, but this is in Warilla's territory, and I have to win, but I can't cripple him or lose serious injuries, otherwise his father, the boss of the Heshen Gang, will definitely not let me go easily. So I just want him to come to his consciousness a little faster.

The punch landed on Warilla's cheek, and blood gushed out of her mouth.

His consciousness was unconscious, and his eyes could no longer focus. The stadium was breathing nervously, and I could feel the shock of the spectators, who saw the Chiang Mai Prince, who was as handsome and powerful as the Son of God, being beaten so badly under my fists.

Not a single person in the crowd spoke up.

At this time, Walilla suddenly laughed: "Can you not slap your face." ”

He said this in strange Chinese, and I was honestly a little amused. This is indeed a narcissistic guy, and he still wants to care about his face at such times.

I wasn't lifting his hair because it was too insulting and might get me into trouble. So I just pressed one of his shoulders and pressed him against the net, and the fist of my right hand was raised high, but I didn't fight it.

I said seriously: "To be honest, I have no grievances with you, and I also do things for others." It's okay to tell the winner, and I don't want to hurt you. If you throw in the towel, you'll be fine. Otherwise, I would not be afraid of your father, and I would not dare to beat you to death, so I would have to hit you in the face and head to make you pass out quickly. ”

Warilla frowned and said, "If you don't admit defeat, you will keep slapping your face." ”

I felt angry and funny, and nodded, "Yes." ”

Walilla took a sip of blood, touched her bloody lip with her hand, and then sighed: "Forget it, I admit defeat, don't fight." ”

After Warilla finished speaking, I still didn't let go.

Varyla looked at me quizzically.

I laughed and said, "It's useless for you to tell me, you have to tell everyone in the audience, otherwise if you don't admit defeat, who knows?" ”

Walilla shook her head helplessly, then looked at the silent audience and his female fans, and he spoke a long list of Thai words loudly, and then shouted in Chinese, I admit defeat.

The audience finally boiled, or sighed.

However, Walilla didn't seem to care, he broke free from my control, and then sighed, "You are strong, royal power. ”

I nodded, "You're not weak either, if your hand-to-hand grappling is stronger, maybe the win will be yours." ”

Ignoring the chirping audience, Warilla said to me, "Come on, follow me." ”

As she said this, Warilla looked at the private room on the second floor of the gym, where I saw a middle-aged man, who could not see his face clearly, but could feel his majesty from a long distance. Scratching her hair, Varyla said to me, "That man is my father, and if he makes a fool of himself in front of him, it seems that he will be ridiculed again in the future." ”

Walilla laughed self-deprecatingly.

In fact, Warilla surprised me, I thought that this fiery guy would be angry after defeat, and even use his father's strength against me, but he didn't seem to care at all, not even the title of Prince of Chiang Mai.

I didn't ask too much, and followed Valira to a private room on the second floor, not to see his father.

In the private room, Sanlong, Brother Qing and Wang Zheng were already waiting, in addition to this, there was a man in a suit, who seemed to be Chinese, and Sanlong introduced me to Brother Liang.

I greeted Liang, and then Warilla sat down on the couch, and his men brought him wet towels.

At this time, Brother Shi Qing said to Walilla: "Young Master Warilla, now that the game is over, should we fulfill our promise?" ”

It can be seen that Brother Qing is still quite nervous, if Warilla does not admit it, it will be really troublesome.

Walilla nodded, and then said: "Of course the promise must be fulfilled, you don't think that I am the same as other young masters, I understand the rules of the road, in fact, I don't give you money this time It's just a joke, my father has already criticized me, you know, three million baht is nothing to me at all." ”

Then Brother Qing was about to speak, but Brother Liang preemptively said: "I hope you understand, Young Master Warira, three million baht is nothing to us." We don't want money, we want face, you know? We just don't want to poke things up, otherwise do you think you can really go to the Hop God Gang or you, a Chiang Mai prince, to really get the base? ”

The Prince of Chiang Mai was silent, he frowned, and his expression was very displeased. But just as he was about to attack, the door was opened. Several bodyguards walked in with an old man in their arms. This old man is naturally the father of the Prince of Chiang Mai and the leader of the Heshen Gang, Pakse.

Pase stopped Warilla with his eyes, and then said to us, "Three million baht has been brought, in addition to another six million baht, of which three million are bets on losing the boxing match, and the other three million are the apologies of the Heshen Gang to the base." ”

The prince of Chiang Mai was anxious when he heard this, not that he didn't admit it, but that he didn't want his father to be so cowardly in front of the base. But whenever he was about to have a seizure, Pakse glared back with his eyes.

At this time, Brother Qing also smiled and said: "Mr. Pakse, we only charge three million medicine money, and your gang is also our biggest customer in Chiang Mai, Thailand, so you don't need to be too polite to each other, just follow the duty of a businessman." ”

Brother Liang also nodded, and said to Ba Se: "Ah Qing is right, it is understandable that Young Master Warilla is young and frivolous, and Young Master Warilla's boxing skills are indeed not weak, but he just happened to meet his opponent." ”

Brother Liang deliberately opened the topic, which eased Pase's nervous expression a lot.

Although the base is not powerful in Thailand, it is in the embryonic state, and it is very simple to deal with the Heshen Gang. But the Heshen Gang is the head snake here, and the necessary respect and jealousy must be required.