Although neither of them is tall, the kind of strong momentum from the inside out is by no means comparable to the scimitar.

Muay Thai uses eight parts of the fist, elbows, feet, and knees as offensive weapons to fight, known as the "eight-armed boxing technique", with three major killer moves: iron elbows, steel knees, and golden legs. Many fighters have been trained since childhood, and when it comes to fighting blows, they will often raise their hands and let others spin and kick them in the ribs or punch them.

Zhuo Yitian knows that Muay Thai fighters can fight and resist, and they are fierce and tenacious, but they have never fought against this kind of guy. The injured hand did not break the bone, even if it was broken, it would not have much impact in Zhuo Yitian's opinion, and the more and more irrepressible medicinal strength was the real big problem.

She looked at the two of them, the light was far away, and the appearance of the people became a little blurred. Under the strong hallucinogenic effect, the faces outside the iron fence are distorting into a thousand strange shapes, some appear gloating, some are hideous, and more have the kind of indifference that does not concern them.

Luo Sanpao can barely be regarded as the kind of person who has the Tao of thieves, although this morality is more for the sake of the Zhuo family. On the premise of regardless of losses, the strong enough ready receiver can challenge the old dealer without restrictions, until there is no one left to fight for and completely die out in this circle.

The gamble that the general won led to a third party, and Pan Jingcheng did not say whether there would be another one after the fight. Zhuo Yitian didn't care.

Dead? Her knife-like lips curled in a contemptuous arc as she casually pointed at one of the two Muay Thai divisions, waiting for the security guard to open the gate. The next moment, she heard a sudden exclamation from someone outside, and then the familiar, muffled sound of a human body being hit violently exploded.

When Chen Mo stood up, almost no one noticed him, except for Xiao Gao.

Xiao Gao and Zhuo Yitian have known each other for too long, and they have never seen this woman who is more manly than a man.

Chen Mo is an exception, and his performance at the poker table really proves that he is not as ordinary as he seems. Xiao Gao didn't know if he had the same skills as he knew, but Zhuo Yitian obviously didn't mean to let others help deal with this game.

Chen Mo also appeared indifferent.

It's so hard to live, and there's a lot of malice between people. Xiao Gao knew that Zhuo Yitian and Chen Mo were not close friends. But when Zhuo Yitian walked into the iron fence, Chen Mo's indifferent demeanor still made him feel a little disappointed, and at the same time, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

He is almost thirty years old, and he will accompany Zhuo Yitian to be naïve.

Now Chen Mo rushed out, like a predator who had already peeked at his prey, and the two Muay Thai masters had already been pressed to him when they noticed something unusual.

Chen Mo's first punch was a complete outburst, and the Muay Thai master closest to him was directly hit in the ear, and his head was almost ninety degrees to the side, falling like he had no bones. The second person reacted extremely quickly, shouting at the bird language that Chen Mo couldn't understand, bent down on his knees, and kicked fiercely. Chen Mo threw himself in a warm hug like a lover, and hit the opponent's chest and abdomen with dozens of punches in a row almost face to face. Even though the Muay Thai master has experienced countless anti-striking training, under such a dense and violent punch, he was still beaten to the point that his ribs were torn, and the concussive qi and blood quickly turned into a hot stream and gushed out, spurting out of his throat like an open valve.

The physical fitness of the Muay Thai master is indeed excellent, and he retreated until Pan Jingcheng was located, only then did he shake his hands and fall back, and was made up by Chen Mo with a powerful punch on his chin, and suddenly rose into the air.

Pan Jingcheng sat still, watching the Muay Thai master pressing towards him, a white little hand quietly stretched out from behind and put a ride on the Muay Thai master. Such a strong person was actually blocked by this unfazed movement, his body turned sideways, and he fell to the side with a "bang".

Chen Mo's lips were cracked, and he was hit by the opponent's iron elbow to hang the lottery, and he didn't look like a strong man.

But the whole audience was stunned, even Zhuo Yitian couldn't imagine that he would have such a degree of strength improvement in just one or two months.

From Chen Mo's punch to the two Muay Thai fighters falling to the ground one after another, it was only a few seconds. The challenger found by Pan Jingcheng was domineering, but in the end, he was overturned like a joke, and the gap was unimaginable. Many people couldn't help but look at the two upright living corpses, and began to wonder if they were really fierce people from abroad.

"Papapa" It was Pan Jingcheng who clapped his hands, he didn't have the slightest anger, but with a sincere look of admiration on his face, "Classmate Chen Mo, I didn't expect you to be so powerful." ”

Chen Mo stared at Luo Li behind Pan Jingcheng, his pupils contracted, and his gaze had condensed into a glowing spike. It's as if this weak girl is a demon with a painted skin on her head, or a human wolf who has not yet revealed her true form.

She was the one who blocked the Muay Thai master just now, and she didn't even have the movement of his arm sinking, as if the other party was just an empty shell of paper.

Facing Chen Mo's glare, Luo Li seemed to be a little frightened, lowered his head and shrank behind Pan Jingcheng.

"She wants to fight Boss Luo's people, and she has already beaten them. If anyone wants to find her to do something, look for me first, this village is fucking settled today! Chen Mo slowly turned his gaze to Pan Jingcheng's face, and spat out every word.

"Coming out as a friend doesn't seem to be a good idea, right?" Pan Jingcheng asked with a smile.

Chen Mo knew that someone would talk about this long before he decided to make a move, and after hesitating for a moment, he glanced at Zhuo Yitian on the other side of the iron fence, who was also looking at him, and a weak but stubborn smile was shining on his blood-stained face.

"I'm boxing for her." Chen Mo's voice was hoarse.

Pan Jingcheng could see that this was by no means an answer he was willing to make, thought for a while, and said flatly: "The friendship between you is enviable, I quit." ”

This boy and brother intervened halfway, and actually said that he would give up if he gave up, which shocked several Haizhou bigwigs. When he walked away with a group of people, Pan Jingcheng didn't pay attention to the two heavily unconscious Muay Thai fighters at all, and just walked away.

Luo Shasha saw that her fox friends didn't stay with her, she only hated her teeth.

After getting off the boat, Liang Min was arranged to get in another sports car, planning to drive back to Yancheng to have a good time. Pan Jingcheng sat back in the car and asked coldly, "Are you sure it's him?" ”

"Not sure, there was no sign of over-limit on him just now." Luo Li was a little absent-minded.

Pan Jingcheng didn't notice her abnormality, and smiled at the personal driver, "Ziwu, I have to rely on you next time." ”

The sallow and skinny driver let out a "hmm", and the snake-eyed was indifferent.

Zhuo Yitian was groggy when he stitched up the forehead wound, and when Chen Mo picked her up, Luo Sanpao only said one sentence: "You can come to pick up the plate whenever you want, I'll wait here." ”

The night brought Luo Sanpao an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, he had never faced the strong rise of a new generation of characters so clearly, and found that he had lost the ambition to compete. Back then, Luo Sanpao, who was armed with a sharp axe and beheaded people, still exists vividly in his memory, but the times have changed, and the hero is old. It is an indisputable fact that the Iron Trail belongs to the younger and wilder adventurers.

The other Haizhou bigwigs also seemed to be in a bad mood, but Mazi was thinking about his thoughts on the side, suddenly gritting his teeth, and suddenly frowning sadly.

Xiao Gao drove a rare Ford Mustang, but Chen Mo didn't let him send it, only saying that he would take a taxi back.

"My name is Gao Yanfei, and it also has this name in martial arts novels, and I don't know if you have read that book." Xiao Gao waved his hand as he left, and his smile was more eye-catching than the red mole between his eyebrows, "Xiao Qi will be handed over to you, she really treats you as her own brother." ”

Yu Da and Sun Si soon got off the boat, and Sun Si also touched a bottle of wine and came out, and let Chen Mo drink most of it in the taxi.

After Jiang first sent the two back to Huaguang Community, Chen Mo woke up Zhuo Yitian, asked for the address and let the driver drive over. When she finally got Zhuo Yitian and the box of banknotes into the apartment building where she lived, Chen Mo's physique was also sweating profusely, and his eyes were full of gold stars.

After the door opened, Zhuo Yitian sobered up a little, pushed Chen Mo away and entered the bathroom. The house is very small, only one bedroom and one living room, about fifty square meters. The living room looked like it had just been ransacked, with beer cans everywhere and a pair of barbells in front of the sofa, making the already small space almost a nowhere to stay. As soon as Chen Mo landed his butt on the sofa, he was hit by a hard object, and when he found it, he saw that it was actually a dagger.

Zhuo Yitian washed for a long time before he came out, wearing pajamas, his hair was wet. Chen Mo saw that she seemed to be fine, and was just about to leave, but was stopped.

"Come in." Zhuo Yitian greeted.

Chen Mo has always regarded her as a master, but when he entered the room, he was startled. The neat bed, tables and chairs, the floral curtains, the Shar Pei dog puppet at the head of the bed, the bookshelves have more than a dozen unique photo frames, and even the air is filled with a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

"In the past, you refused to let me be an agent, how can you admit to helping me boxing today?" Zhuo Yitian got into the quilt, his big eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and his face was red as if he was drunk.

Chen Mo sat on the chair next to the bed and looked around, "You also helped me out last time, and I haven't thanked you yet." ”

"Oh." Zhuo Yitian yawned and curled up in a ball, "I can't give you the money I won today, you take the 100,000 yuan you have to give the rest." When you borrow it, you say it's okay, and winning or losing is everyone's own. ”

Chen Mo nodded, indicating that it was okay.

"Thank you, Xiao Chen Mo......" Zhuo Yitian snorted heavily and quickly fell asleep.

The photo frames on the bookshelf caught Chen Mo's attention, there were little girls riding tricycles, girls with braids, and big girls who had grown up, they were all the same her. Zhuo Yitian in his childhood was quite cute, with little pigtails and princess dresses, and was held high on his shoulders by a man. Most of these photos have him in them, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and tough facial features, Chen Mo guessed that he was probably Zhuo Yitian's deceased father.

In a recent group photo, Chen Mo saw Zhuo Yitian holding another girl's hand, and the latter's face was a little familiar. Chen Mo thought for a long time, and found that the girl seemed to be the female police officer of the Laojie Police Station who had warned him at the beginning.

He picked up the picture frame to take a look, but accidentally slipped off his hand. The picture frame fell open on the table, and a black document fell out, and the national emblem was solemn.

Chen Mo opened his certificate and saw Zhuo Yitian in a police uniform, and his face gradually changed.

He put the frame back in its place, walked to the bed, and stood for a long time before reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp and prepare to leave. Zhuo Yitian turned over at this time, and after his hand touched Chen Mo, he tightened his sleeve and sobbed in his sleep.

"Daddy." She muttered.