Luo Sanpao had been snoring for a long time, and after being woken up by Mazi, he found that Chen Mo was coming.

"It's hard to be able to play a 1-to-1 straight game." Luo Sanpao was very emotional, and rubbed a few handfuls viciously on the chick he brought.

Luo Shasha had long been surprised by the various chicks around her father, frowning slightly in the girl's coquettish voice, and looked at Chen Mo who only took off his suit and tie and walked into the ring, "Dad, will he lose?" ”

"If he can lose, Lao Tzu will cut off his head and use it as a urinal!" Luo Sanpao's tone was very domineering, but his hand moved from the waist of the chick to his pocket, and he took out blood pressure medicine.

All the bigwigs from Haizhou have arrived, and a lot of foreign masters have also come. The camps of both sides are distinct, and they are directly helping the banker, so there is no betting process. Pan Renfeng has been in prison for many years, and his financial power has been handed over to his only son, and Pan Jingcheng has done a good job with the help of foreign investment consultants. Now that the Pan father and son have returned to Yancheng, there is more backing behind them, and the boxing competition is naturally sitting still. However, Zhuo Yitian, who represents Haizhou, has a casual expression on her face when she reports a huge amount, but it makes people feel that she is the one who is really strong enough, and the bet is just a drop in the bucket.

Tiangong is Pan Renfeng's home field, but now he is dragged by the gunman incident in the Public Security Bureau, and Pan Jingcheng has to start arranging his own bets. Originally, he planned to announce in public at the banquet that he would take over the power of the family, but he didn't expect an accident at the moment, which made him very annoyed. The gunman didn't get involved with him inside, but said that the previous crimes were all instigated by Pan Renfeng, and Pan Renfeng was the boss behind the scenes, but in fact, the two sides had only dealt with each other for a few months. This kind of mad dog-like biting and planting didn't cause much trouble, but it just made Pan Jingcheng feel inexplicable - what could he gain but waste time?

Although it deviated from the plan, it was finally at the last minute. Pan Jingcheng was waiting for Chen Mo to smear the end of the night with blood.

"Dangdang" twice, the opening bronze bell rings.

Standing in the ring, looking at Feng Ziwu in front of him, Chen Mo remembered Pan Jinyu's original commission.

At noon that day, Pan Jinyu asked him if he would take on other jobs, not just to protect Pan Dongdong, but also to ask him to help deal with all the troubles that might arise this night.

"When I feel that I have won, it is the time when I am most concerned, if you can let them toss for a while, it will be much more convenient for me to do things in the province. I won't be able to come back until the next day, Ah Hu has gone to another place, and Dongdong and her mother will ask you. "With Pan Jinyu's status and status, it is undoubtedly extremely eccentric, but he behaves as if it should be.

Feng Ziwu was already slowly advancing, his arms drooping and his steps were silent, not only his eyes were like snakes, but his whole person looked like a snake.

Chen Mo didn't move. The third-level practitioner does belong to the level that has never been fought before, but this is a boxing ring, not a martial arts gym.

Pan Jinyu only said that she was very likely to be taken to the province, and did not mention anything related to the murder that year. He undoubtedly knew that Pan Renfeng's father and son would attack him with this, but he didn't even have the most basic explanation for Chen Mo - just as he never talked about where his confidence in Chen Mo and Jiang Dongwei came from.

Chen Mo didn't think that Zhuo Lengshan was really killed by Pan Jinyu.

The story Pan Jingcheng told was thrilling enough, but Chen Mo felt that playing black/gun like that might not be really clever. Pan Jinyu may be a person who can kill people, but it is impossible to act hastily, let alone do it herself. Chen Qingyan once said that borrowing a knife and slashing are two completely different realms, and Pan Jinyu has never had a knife.

"Kill him!" Among the outsiders who came to help Pan Renfeng's father and son cheer up, one of them hissed and roared without regard to his identity, and the graceful and elegant painting skin in Pingli had already been torn to shreds.

Feng Ziwu quietly pounced, and his right hand went straight into Chen Mo's heart. Chen Mo had already predicted when his shoulders moved slightly, and he dodged a punch sideways.

Both sides were tentative attacks, and neither went all out. While Feng Ziwu retreated, the two fingers of his right hand suddenly hooked, and the nails that were more than two inches long at the end of his fingers were as straight as daggers, and they gently swiped over Chen Mo's wrist veins.

Blood splattered, and Chen Mo's entire arm instantly became weak, as if he had been electrocuted, and he was about to lose the strength to lift up. He was slightly taken aback, flashed three heavy hands that followed, and retreated to the other side of the ring.

Pulse cutter.

Zhuo Yitian mentioned this kung fu before, saying that Feng Ziwu had abolished many practitioners who were stronger than him, relying on the unknown family heirloom method of intercepting the pulse. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to meridian acupuncture points, which has a long history of thousands of years, and the pulse cutting knife is one of the derived techniques of breaking the body and flowing the country, which greatly suppresses the outer door boxing method. Feng Ziwu's ancestors created their own armor into knives, specializing in extremely dangerous close-quarters fighting. Since he was a child, Feng Ziwu has soaked his hands with medicinal juice and inserted it into the hot yellow sand until the sand cools.

Looking at Chen Mo's evasive movements like lightning, Feng Ziwu's cold eyebrows and eyes changed.

The young man in front of him is not a practitioner, but he is comparable to a first-class master in terms of strain speed and reflex nerves. After being intercepted by his own move, there was no trade, no fear, no panic, and even tried to return a punch and a kick while dodging the three heavy hands.

Even if he retreats, he retreats as calmly as a rock, which is no longer what he should be able to be confident at his age. Feng Ziwu was very curious about what he had experienced, if it was a boxing ring alone, it should not be able to reach such a realm.

The second attack unfolded a moment later, and Chen Mo actually took the lead in attacking, and when he swept out, the movement of his knees bouncing off was like a machine spring pressed to the extreme. The valuable shirt on his body had already turned into a sail at this moment, and when he swept in front of Feng Ziwu, his left foot supported his body and swirled, and his right leg had been cut out like a halberd axe.

This is a trick in Tan's legs, and Zhuo Yitian was slightly moved off the field. When she was looking for trouble with Chen Mo, she didn't use Tan Leg's ten-way kick less, but she never thought that she would be copied by the other party today. In the face of the pulse interception knife, the kicking technique is indeed more dominant than the punch, but how can Feng Ziwu be suppressed so easily?

Feng Ziwu had already noticed that the other party's next game was a weakness, but this leg greatly exceeded his expectations. Tan Leg pays attention to punching three feet and seven feet, opening the door with his fist, and the explosive power is the strongest. Chen Mo's bounce and kicking movements were extremely sharp and chic, and he looked like he had worked hard for at least many years, and the instant change was like a different person standing in front of him.

Is it pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? Feng Ziwu sneered, and teleported half a circle along Chen Mo's legs like no bones, and his palms were already on it. He shot like the wind, and as soon as his ten fingers touched Chen Mo's kicked right leg, he volleyed multiple acupoints one after another. At the same time, he found that the leg was light and weightless.

Chen Mo's right foot was completely numb, and he could no longer support his body, but while he was unbalanced, he also hugged Feng Ziwu fit, and hit it with a headbutt!

Feng Ziwu never dreamed that he would encounter such a fierce and fearless style of play. He obviously had more than ten kinds of killing moves, which made Chen Mo, who had the door wide open in his chest, become a dead man on the spot, but his hands were firmly entangled, and by the time he was able to break free, he had already been hit by the head hammer, and the bridge of his nose was broken with a "click", and his face was full of peach blossoms.

The two of them fell down at the same time, the intense soreness and pain were like countless poisonous and fire-staining needles bursting in Feng Ziwu's brain, and he covered his nose and staggered to his feet, only to feel that the entire boxing arena was turned upside down. finally waited until his eyesight recovered a little, but he saw that Chen Mo, who was bleeding and draped, was already standing in front of him, and the corners of his lips were pulled back.

He himself crashed into this, but why is he laughing? Was he smug? This kind of routine, which is similar to a rogue brawl, can also hurt me?!

Feng Ziwu roared angrily, met Chen Mo's fist, and changed the pulse interception technique seven times in a row, and the sharp nails at the fingertips were like razors, cutting all the way from the opponent's wrist to the shoulder blade position. The shirt was torn like a butterfly, mixed with a little red splash, and when he finally saw a mouthful of hot blood that was forced to go backwards spurt out of Chen Mo's mouth, the furious color in Feng Ziwu's eyes turned into horror.

The wrist veins of this arm have been broken, and the blood and qi have been chaotic, it is the left arm that Chen Mo was injured after the opening.

Another bait.

Feng Ziwu glared at Chen Mo in disbelief, seeing this young man raise his gaze for the first time, facing him squarely. Feng Ziwu shuddered violently, and before he could put on a defensive posture, he was torn open by the other party with one hand, and then the same close-fitting head hammer.

The basement was dead silent, and the sound of bone cracking was clearly audible. Feng Ziwu couldn't stand up again, he had more air out and less air in, and half of his cheeks were completely distorted.

The two impacts made Chen Mo's forehead already bloody and blurred, but his demeanor was still calm, standing in the ring and looking at Pan Jingcheng, he slowly bent down and spat on a mouthful of saliva.

"It's his grandmother's, win!" Luo Sanpao roared in the audience, cheering around him.

......Many outsiders were scolding, but they were frightened by the fierce stares of the Haizhou people and quickly shut up.

"Had a good game, are you interested in another one? You can rest for half an hour, and this time one pays two. Pan Jingcheng's face was not too good-looking, he didn't expect Feng Ziwu to lose, and he lost so badly.

Zhuo Yitian raised his eyebrows, and just wanted to speak, but he heard Chen Mo reply: "Interest is interest, I'm afraid you can't afford to lose." ”

The Haizhou bigwigs who were celebrating just now were all silent, and Luo Sanpao began to touch blood pressure medication again.

"I should say that!" Pan Jingcheng sneered and instructed his entourage to lose money first and then collect the bets, and follow the process.

All the guards and fighters in the mansion are still assisting in the investigation at the Yancheng Public Security Bureau, and Lin Qingying is talking to Liang Longjiang on the phone, so it shouldn't be difficult to get out. Pan Jingcheng is not worried that there will be a cold situation, after all, in a small town far away from the emperor of the mountain, Deputy Mayor Liang's power to speak is quite useful.

Until the real showdown begins, it's all just foreshadowing.

Pan Jingcheng felt that this waiting process was a bit too long, and even the smell of blood that was quietly permeating was drowsy.

He couldn't help yawning, glanced at Pan Dongdong, and was slightly stunned.

The girl's lips were bloodless, but her eyes were cold and calm, as if carved from ice. Even Jia Qing and Xiao Gao, who were sitting beside her, didn't notice that the red had already oozed from her clenched palms.

Chen Mo limped off the ring and directly entered the temporary lounge with Zhuo Yitian, Luo Li stared at his back without blinking, and when he turned his head, he saw Liang Min's pale face.

"What's so good about boxing, it's too barbaric......" Liang Min smiled reluctantly.

Luo Li seemed to sense something, and her clear gaze swept over him, casting on Fang Tieyi, who was sitting next to him, a thin man who always didn't say anything. He took off the white-washed uniform on his body, folded it neatly, and put it on his lap.

"I'll fight him later." Fang Tieyi's indifferent words took Liang Min by surprise.

"Why didn't you agree to him without consulting me?" In the empty lounge, Zhuo Yitian glared angrily while dealing with the wound on Chen Mo's forehead, "The wheel battle is fucking on, even if you win Feng Ziwu, it doesn't mean that you can overturn everyone!" ”

"That bullshit young master is not only for the Pan family, but also for me. If you want to find out, you will touch each other, what are you afraid of in a showdown together, and the province will be endless in the future. Chen Mo estimated that Zhuo Yitian didn't know what Pan Jingcheng said, otherwise, with her temper, she probably didn't even bother to analyze, so she went directly to Pan Jinyu to fight hard.

"What can the shit young master do at you?" Zhuo Yitian gritted his teeth and asked, his extremely cold face revealing murderous aura.

"Nothing, let's not talk about that." Chen Mo looked at her curiously, "From the beginning, you asked me to fight, why did you change your surname today, but you didn't let me fight?" ”

"I'm afraid you'll die!" Zhuo Yitian said hatefully.

"I can't die." Chen Mo lay on the bench and closed his eyes, "People fight for money and power, and I only have this life to fight." If you don't even have the courage to work hard, then it's better to go to school and work honestly. ”

Zhuo Yitian watched him fall asleep like this, and gradually began to snore, and the coldness between his eyebrows quietly melted.

The change in mentality is indeed as he said, from the beginning of taking the initiative to find him to box, to now I can't bear to see him desperate, even I can't imagine it. Haizhou was a turning point, and he really went, like a fearless beast. After the opening of Haizhou, he always played as many games as he wanted, and never refused to take half a step back, originally thought that he was just poor and afraid, but later learned that he had a group of veterans to support.

How old is he? Isn't it tiring to carry such a heavy burden? For the first time in his life, Zhuo Yitian found his father's iron blood and perseverance in other men.

Although this man is not yet twenty years old.

Half an hour passed quickly, there was a knock on the door of the lounge, and Chen Mo got up.

"Xiao Chen Mo, don't go up and fight again." Zhuo Yitian looked at his left arm and right leg, which was obviously incapacitated, and hesitated for a long time before meeting his gaze, and there was a hint of gloom in the big eyes of the wild surname, "I'm a strip." ”

Chen Mo stared at the other party, and after a long time, he suddenly reached out and gently rubbed it on her head, like treating a girl who was much younger than himself.

"I know." Chen Mo smiled gently.

(To be continued)