[Question: What is the purest thing in the world?] =。 =】

The male lion fell under the claws of Zhang Ben, the tiger cub, and what he thought was a thrilling battle ended in such an instant. The Mongol Han was like he was dead, and he never moved again. The people watching around were dumbfounded, and the middle-aged man who greeted Xia Zhen at first didn't light the Nanmu pipe in his hand for a long time.

What is this? Spike?

Xia Zhen was still worrying a few seconds ago, but now he is entangled: this, how can this be like this?

What the hell is this kid coming from?

Security guard? Student?

Xia Zhen's eyes widened, and after finally confirming that the behemoth of Arsleng was no longer moving, he screamed, jumped and jumped in ecstasy, waved his arms, and then shouted: "Gentlemen, pure gentlemen!" Good job! Haha, weasel, we're going to cut your face today! Let's win neatly! ”

Zhang Ben put on his sweatshirt again, and secretly said in his heart: This Mongolian man actually knows Shandong sumo, hey, it's really not simple, but it's a pity, obviously not enough heat.

The moves that Zhang Ben performed just now seem to be the same as American wrestling techniques at first glance, but in fact, these techniques have appeared in the Northern School of Grappling, Mutual Bo, and Sanshou, but they are rarely used.

After all, it's impossible for everyone to be as big as European and American wrestlers.

"Damn!"

The weasel slammed the iron railing, gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "Damn it, this Mongolian waste! ”

But he forgot that this Mongolian waste in his mouth has brought him at least six million in the past thirty-two games, and this is not counting some off-the-field bets, verbal agreements.

just lost one game, and lost to Xia Zhenzhen, a stinky girl, which made the weasel really unhappy, very, very unhappy.

The middle-aged man next to the weasel touched his arm slightly: "Fourth young master, this kid is very good, I'm afraid it was also Xia Guinong's daughter who happened to meet him, according to me, they are estimated to be banknotes coming and going." Tomorrow, why don't you let me send someone to contact him, if you can pull him over, Fourth Young Master, maybe we can enter the field over there in Sanxing. ”

"I can't swallow this! Xia Zhenzhen, a little bitch, was arrogantly kicked out in the capital, died in Zhonghai to pretend to be bullshit, and was eaten to death by her, I will go to the capital in the future, what do others think of me. Do you say that I, Huang Shilang, am a wreck who can't even put a little bitch like Xia Zhenzhen on the table? ”

The weasel's original name was Huang Shilang.

"Fourth Young Master. This is a small field, and it is enough for young people to come and gamble and vent. Isn't the loss just 200,000 and a momentary indignation? If you can take a long-term view, increase your chips and influence for the Huang family. Then in the future, when the lord leaves his seat, he will naturally look up to the person who can take the helm for the Huang family. You say yes. ”

Huang Shilang's face sank, he was dressed like a hip-hop young man on the surface, and he was a little more frivolous like a street graffiti gangster, but at this moment, he looked deep and polite, sighed and said: "This time it's cheap, Xia Zhenzhen's little bitch." Throw this Mongolian waste right here. ”

"Nope. Fourth Young Master. This Arslen still has to stay, his strength is not bad, it is more than enough to come here to town, but he was unlucky and met a Southern Boxing Grandmaster. It is impossible for this kid brought by the eldest lady of the Xia family to appear in this kind of place according to common sense, so the fourth young master, Arslen can still have more manpower if he stays, and at the same time, it also makes other people feel that the fourth young master is righteous and has more people who work hard. ”

The middle-aged man's words were whispered, and there was a group of black-clothed men in front of him, and no one saw it, but through the cracks in the people, he slightly noticed what they were saying.

"What the fuck is this kid a grandmaster? Is there such a young grandmaster? Huang Shilang asked suspiciously.

The middle-aged man smiled: "Fourth young master, but all masters, most of their achievements are at the peak of their achievements at the age of twenty or thirty, and after that, they are just tinkering, and there are few further steps." ”

"Makes sense."

Huang Shilang was said by the middle-aged man, the depression in his heart has been eliminated a lot, and Alslen has also regained his consciousness a little, just now, between the lightning and flint, he only knew that he was finished, and after waking up, his hands and feet were not dexterous, and he needed two bodyguards to support him.

I thought that the fourth young master of the Huang family would let him get out of here, but he didn't expect Huang Shilang to say nothing, just let people send him to a private doctor. This made Arslen, a great Mongolian man, very grateful.

"Weasel! What do you think! Our master is amazing! If you want to lose the bet, we will take your 200,000 yuan! ”

As he spoke, he smiled and let the 400,000 in the bucket be carried into a travel bag.

"Xia Zhenzhen, count your fortune and meet a master! Hum! ”

Huang Shilang snorted coldly and stopped looking at her.

Xia Zhen was triumphant, for fear that others would not know that she had won, and then turned her head and asked Zhang Ben: "Master, are you still fighting tonight?" ”

"Is it the same price?"

Zhang Ben asked Xia Zhen expressionlessly.

Xia Zhen showed his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was playing with something, and shook his head: "Forget it, haha, I'm very satisfied with winning the weasel's turtle son today!" We're just going to cut his face! ”

After that, Xia Zhen shouted loudly: "Let's not compare today, we don't rarely win this cool money, the master is gone!" Ha ha! Weasel, let's continue to come at the next opening, but don't let us in! Hahahaha......"

Xia Zhen, who is a villain, is really cool, as if he has all the cool points of his life. Over there, Huang Shilang's hated teeth itched, and he couldn't wait to ask someone to turn Xia Zhen, a little bitch, it was best to get a strong macho man to fuck her to death!

But no one stopped Zhang Ben and Xia Zhen, stopped them and continued to fight? Isn't this looking for a draw? None of the people in Arslen have done anything like Zhang Ben, and those people of theirs are not as good as the defeated lion of Arslen.

The middle-aged man holding a Nanmu pipe watched Zhang Ben and Xia Zhen come out of the warehouse, and then suddenly whispered to the two people next to him: "Follow up and see, what is the origin of that kid." ”

Lit the Nanmu pipe, bit the cigarette holder with his teeth, the gilt etched cigarette holder was very expensive under the light, and the middle-aged man behind Huang Shilang glanced at each other, and the two chuckled lightly, but didn't say anything.

To put it bluntly, it's just a little bit of a game. No matter how much Zhang Ben can fight, in their eyes, he is no different from an ordinary boxer. This is the same as fighting dogs, cockfights, and crickets, the only difference is that this time the toys are not dogs, chickens, crickets, but people.

Gallardo roared and drove out, and Zhang Ben opened the travel bag in the car, then took out ten stacks, and then pulled the zipper, no need to order, a hundred thousand.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Zhen turned his head and looked at Zhang Ben strangely.

"Take my money."

"Let's go back and divide you." Xia Zhen was still puzzled.

"Don't worry, take it steadily."

Looking at Zhang Ben's serious appearance, Xia Zhen slammed the accelerator: "Uncle, you bastard!" I don't believe in our character! ”

Zhang Ben stopped answering, closed his eyes, held 100,000 yuan in his hand, and smiled.

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