At the same time that Zhuo Yitian walked into the iron fence, Chen Mo noticed that two eyes from different directions were directed at him at the same time, one was Pan Jingcheng and the other was Xiao Gao.

"You just let Xiao Qi go up and fight, and you can't even stop it?" Xiao Gao was a little confused.

Chen Mo's heart moved, and he stared at him, "Is she in trouble?" ”

"That depends on what you think." Xiao Gao frowned at the sword eyebrows that flew obliquely, and replied very subtly.

Chen Mo saw that he had no intention of making his words clear, so he didn't ask any more. Among these people, Xiao Gao is obviously the closest to Zhuo Yitian, and the text message asking for help looks like it was sent by him. But with only the words "Xiao Qi is in trouble", why is he sure that he will be able to find this place if he reads it? Zhuo Yitian is arrogant, and the backstage is ridiculously hard, how can he move the rescuers to his head?

"Classmate Chen Mo, I have also heard some things about private boxing abroad, do you really not persuade your friends? She's a woman after all. Pan Jingcheng seemed to be quite concerned.

"Do you count as a dog and a mouse?" Chen Mo smiled.

The two veterans got on the dragon boat as early as yesterday and contacted Chen Mo in the middle of the night, saying that there were at least eight places where the broken boat could sink into the river, and they couldn't even save it. On the photo that Luo Li took out, Zhuo Yitian, who was fighting wine, was behind the porthole, and the half of the lantern and the bridge across the river were ingested into the camera, and the lower part of the lantern could vaguely see two words - "Dragon Mansion".

The smoothness of finding the Bihai Dragon Mansion made Chen Mo feel that Pan Jingcheng was deliberately leaving clues, but he didn't understand his true intentions. Things don't seem complicated, it's nothing more than Zhuo Yitian provoking Luo Sancang, but in fact, the pool is deep and muddy, and there are many undercurrents.

Even Zhuo Yitian himself, Chen Mo has never seen through it.

The scimitar stared at Zhuo Yitian for a long time, then looked at Luo Sanpao outside, and after the other party nodded, he rushed forward abruptly. The process of going from stationary to high-speed swept up was only a short moment, and his muscles that were like iron juice had become well-defined due to the force, his face was indifferent, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The half of the dark room separated by the iron fence was originally a special boxing arena on the dragon ship. The blood stains accumulated over the years had long since turned black, but the fresher ones were poured layer by layer, smearing them red. The smell of rusty blood in the air was like countless sharp needles, stabbing a sense of crisis in Zhuo Yitian's consciousness, and she had already begun to breathe, and she had to stick to the edge of the iron fence, leaning against the fence in order to gain a more stable center of gravity.

Practice the muscles and bones on the outside, and practice a breath on the inside. Internal breath and energy have always been Zhuo Yitian's greatest reliance on the enemy, but at this moment, she can't lift that original qi no matter what, and the chaotic flow under the intervention of external factors can no longer be controlled. The burning heat in the depths of her lower abdomen seemed to be burning more and more, and the unprecedented feeling of powerlessness made her whole body fall. Her head was already dizzy, and she saw the other person's shadow close to the ground like a ghost, and heard the sound of her legs tearing through the air, and almost instinctively raised her left hand to block the attack.

The word "pity and cherish" has never been in the dictionary of the scimitar, and the woman who can stand in the ring is no longer a woman in his eyes, not even a person. Although Luo Sanpao's orders had deviated from the undying track of this duel early on, he still looked forward to a hearty feast of body and blood, a hobby shared by all private boxers, and he has always been more difficult to satisfy than others.

The hand raised by Zhuo Yitian was white and beautiful, like a blooming orchid. The scimitar grinned uncontrollably, and his right leg thrust through the air like a scythe, slashing at her self-defeating parry.

The scimitar immediately felt that his right leg had become lighter, as if it had been wrapped in a soft towel stained with water, and then it was pulled to the side, and the whole person lost his balance, and his legs and feet kicked directly against the iron grille, making a muffled sound of "dang".

Dust was falling from the ceiling.

The hand didn't break as immediately as expected, and Zhuo Yitian was still standing upright, gasping for breath. She lowered her gaze, her lips were purple to black, as if she had applied the heaviest lip gloss, and the bean-sized cold sweat was converging on her jaw, falling drop by drop.

Everyone outside the arena let out a low chuckle, just thinking that the scimitar was deliberately teasing this rare and beautiful opponent.

"Xiao Qi, stop fighting!" Xiao Gao's face has changed.

Zhuo Yitian didn't look back.

When Liang Min first came, he had already noticed this woman who had left a deep memory on him, and sneered in front of the bar, "It's fun now, it's not enough to fool around in Yancheng, and I came here to get ...... a nervous break."

"Do you know her?" Luo Li asked.

"Yes, the family has a background, I guess I think everyone has to let her make trouble everywhere. Look at the blood on the ground, she is going to touch the nail today, what kind of fight does a woman fight? Isn't this looking for death? ”

Luo Li's eyes flashed, and a strange look appeared in her blue eyes, "She's very strong." ”

"What?" Liang Min didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, it's good to have you here this time." Luo Li showed a slightly shy smile, and a few people next to her were itchy and scratchy.

The scimitar came out of his leg for the second time, but he was still hit by Zhuo Yitian, and he pulled it out, staggering and almost falling. Only then did he know for sure that he had met a master, but such a master was undoubtedly unheard of. Such a petite and weak body, not to mention a strong leg, even if she rubbed it, she was afraid that she would have to break her tendons on the spot and break her bones, and she would never be able to get up again. The current situation is that he can't even touch the corners of the other party's clothes, and the scimitar is very suspicious that he has met Zhanyang Lao, how can ordinary practitioners be so powerful?

"Miss Zhuo, I didn't expect you to really have two hits, but you can't just hold on like this!" Luo Sanpao said in a muffled voice outside the field, "Come out!" Don't let the surnamed Luo be a villain for nothing, why do you have to compete with yourself? Anyone can see that you ......"

His voice took an abrupt turn, and then stopped.

The scimitar, which began to attack cautiously, opened the door with two sharp angle sweeps, and swung his fist closely, hitting Zhuo Yitian's door. He rarely uses attacks other than kicks in a fight, but now he has to rely on this combination to tear through the opponent's defense, and in a fit of rage, he has used all his strength. Zhuo Yitian suddenly raised his head, threw a punch back on his elbow, and collided with his fist in the air. The scimitar roared like an electric shock, and one arm could no longer be lifted.

He felt that it was not a human limb that hit his fist at all, but steel, a rock! This little woman who looks like she will fall down at any time, although her movements are slow and weak, her bones and flesh seem to have been tempered a thousand times, and she is unimaginably tough.

Several Haizhou bigwigs all watched in amazement as Zhuo Yitian staggered and stepped forward, put his hands on the shoulders of the scimitar, leaned back, and hit the other party's chin with a headbutt!

When the scimitar fell, nearly half of the big teeth fell out, and the blood gushed out from the cracked corner of the mouth, and the head actually bounced back after hitting the ground, and there was no longer the slightest consciousness.

Zhuo Yitian turned around, a wound on his forehead, and his face was covered in blood. She gasped for a long time, slowly standing as straight as a javelin, pulling her twisted phalanges back into place one by one, without the slightest change in expression on her face. The entire dark room was so silent that every time there was a bone explosion, the corners of the eyes of several Haizhou bigwigs twitched.

"Boss Luo, what do you say?" Zhuo Yitian asked coldly.

Luo Sanpao's face changed again and again, and after a long time, he stood up, his eyes were extremely complicated, "What else can Lao Tzu say?" If you're a man, where in Haizhou will there be a place for our old guys to stand! Miss Zhuo, I'm convinced. If you lose money, you have to admit it, stand firm when you are beaten, from today onwards, the private fist business in Haizhou will be under your control......"

"Wait." Pan Jingcheng interrupted him, "If the newcomer beats the old dealer and can take over, I want to try it too." Now if I win Miss Zhuo, will I be able to take Haizhou's private fist business next? ”

Luo Sanpao thought that he was going to help him regain his business in this way, and shook his head with a wry smile, "This time I made a lot of stupid moves, and even gave the fucking medicine, and in the end, if I still cheat, will I still use it in the future?" Shocking, you don't have to meddle. ”

"Uncle Rob, you seem to have misunderstood. I'm really interested in private boxing, anyway, you're going to change hands now, and if I take it from others and do it myself, it's not like it won't give you face. Pan Jingcheng said it lightly.

His words are actually not giving anyone face. Luo Sanpao's two thick eyebrows were about to burst into flames, and his gloomy face was silent.

"x your ancestor's, what do you mean by Pan Jingcheng?!" Rosa rushed to the table and yelled.

"Watch what you say, don't embarrass Uncle Robert." Pan Jingcheng stared at her, not even interested in scolding, "I want to take over, I don't know if Miss Zhuo is brave enough to fight." If you don't have the guts, I'm afraid it won't be easy to do business in the future! ”

Pan Jingcheng didn't say a few words after getting on the boat, but at this moment, the audience was shocked. Luo Sanpao looked him up and down repeatedly, and suddenly laughed, "The young people nowadays are more powerful than the other, and it is really not good to disobey the old." It's no problem to borrow a place, but Miss Zhuo has just finished a fight, so if you continue......"

"I can wait." Pan Jingcheng said indifferently.

"You don't have to wait." Zhuo Yitian clenched his injured palm and replied coldly.

After receiving a call from Pan Jingcheng, two flat-headed men who were drinking at the Dragon Boat Nightclub quickly found the security guard and were then taken into the dark room. They looked the same as the guests in suits and leather shoes, but when they took off their clothes, they revealed a body of dark and shiny tendon flesh, and their physique was full of explosive visual impact.

"It seems that Young Master Pan has already been ready, even if Miss Zhuo is not here, she will take my Lao Luo's plate, right?" Luo Sanpao narrowed his eyes, and his gaze became like a blade.

Pan Jingcheng smiled slightly, but didn't answer, turned his head and said, "Miss Zhuo, these two friends of mine are from Thailand, you can pick one at random, and please give me a lot of advice." ”

The two flat-headed men had already wrapped hemp rope around their hands, put on the empty armband, and at the same time put their palms together to Zhuo Yitian.