At ten o'clock the next night, in the suburbs of Texas, in front of an abandoned factory. Hua Feiying and He Qingzhi changed their clothes, dressed as a western cowboy, wearing a cowboy hat and light-colored sunglasses, and under the leadership of Takagi, they blended through the security guards in front of the door and squeezed into this hidden black boxing club.

Because Fang Zhendong was the leader of Jiuding overseas Chinese, it was not suitable to appear in this place, so Hua Feiying let him stay in the villa. Originally, Hua Feiying planned to come alone, but He Qingzhi was soft and hard, so she had to come with her.

In fact, in terms of real lethality, the current He Qingzhi is better than Hua Feiying. However, He Qingzhi lacked practical experience, and because of compassion, she was far less decisive than Hua Feiying.

The ring is set up in the hall on the first floor, and although the game has not yet started, the demons are already dancing in the field. There were about three to five hundred people gathered in the hall, all tall and large, some white-skinned and some dark-skinned. The shouts of excitement, the boorish clamour, the pungent smell of cigar smoke, filled the air and was everywhere.

According to the prior arrangement, after Takagi took Hua Feiying and the two into the factory, he turned around and went out of the door, waiting outside the door, ready to respond at any time in case of accidents. In the hall, there were also two disciples who had been arranged in advance, silently paying attention to the situation in secret.

Hua Feiying glanced around, lowered her head, covered her nose and walked with He Qingzhi through the frantic crowd, walked to the west side of the ring, and looked at each other coldly.

A tall host jumped into the ring, faced the audience, and muttered a few words with a microphone in his hand. Screams and whistles immediately rang out from the audience.

"What do you mean by this guy's bird language?" Hua Feiying asked He Qingzhi in a low voice. He Qingzhi grew up in the capital. Since kindergarten, I have been learning this "bird language" of the United States, and I can barely understand it.

"Sister Hua, it seems that this guy said that before the boxing match started, there was a glamorous dance ......, striptease." He Qingzhi's face was a little embarrassed. From childhood to adulthood, He Qingzhi is a standard good child, not to mention glamorous dancing, Jiuding country's karaoke, she has never been in. Now I'm in a group of ghosts watching the dance. He Qingzhi didn't know how to deal with herself.

"The Barbarian Nation. Bestiality! A garbage country. Hua Feiying took a sip and expressed her disgust strongly. Before the words fell, in the coaxing of everyone in the audience, three blonde beauties with exposed breasts and fat buttocks were dressed. Twisting the ass. Scratching his head and posing in a variety of ways, he walked on stage.

"Hello." The three girls waved to the audience as they walked.

"Oh....... Buy cakes! Crooked dog feeder--! "The men in the audience went crazy, screaming and whistling. Screaming, countless flying kisses flew towards the stage.

"Feed the dog, feed the dog, just this inferior fat meat, our Jiuding country dogs don't eat it, phew!" Hua Feiying scolded, turned her head to He Qingzhi and smiled: "Wait a minute, I'll flick my fingers and let these three fox spirits jump enough." ”

Turning to the periphery of the crowd, Hua Feiying pretended to tie her shoes from the ground, bent down and picked up a few soybean-sized screw caps from the ground and held them in her hands. It's an abandoned factory with a clutter of gadgets in the corners.

Intense rock music sounds, lights roll on the ceiling, and three dancers on stage begin to play passionately. Hua Feiying saw the opportunity, and with a flick of his fingers unconsciously, an iron screw cap swished out, hitting the mouth of the dancer in the middle!

She was singing, her mouth as wide as a washbasin.

"Hmm, ahem, ahem...... Ahem, ahem! The dancer was attacked by an unknown flying object, and was so shocked that she stopped writhing under her feet, bent over and coughed violently on her ass. The iron screw cap came too fast and fell into his throat. The dancer who was recruited coughed and couldn't cough up, couldn't swallow and couldn't swallow, her face was flushed, and her eyes were dripping with tears.

"Haha, I don't understand the bird language of the ghosts, but I can still understand this cough, just like us." Hua Feiying stabbed He Qingzhi and laughed proudly.

Before the laughter ended, Hua Feiying swished out two iron screw caps, and the other two dancers were hit one after another. After some chaos, the three blondes left the stage in embarrassment, and the audience was screaming and scolding.

He Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and finally avoided the embarrassment of watching foreign women dance bare-assed.

The host in the ring, depressed and looking for a long time, didn't find anyone who was doing bad. Hua Feiying and He Qingzhi both changed their clothes, dressed up as men, and stood in the crowd of tall ghosts, not conspicuous at all. Who would have thought that they would be the ones who would dominate the enemy in the air?

"Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet." The host held the microphone and shouted to the audience in the language of the United States: "This boxing competition is about to start, and now the athletes are invited to play!" ”

On the steps on the east and west sides of the ring, a fighter walked out of each of them. One black and one white, both topless, covered in pimples. Walking onto the stage, both boxers clenched their fists above their heads and screamed in greeting the audience. The audience screamed, cheering up the party they supported.

After the craze, the host raised his voice and shouted: "Now we invite our eternal idol, world-class boxing champion and gold belt winner Mr. Mori Tai to the stage!" Mr. Sentai had a car accident a few months ago and is now in the recovery period and cannot race, but he will be the referee tonight! ”

The audience applauded and cheered.

He Qingzhi and Hua Feiying glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of irrepressible anger!

More than two months ago, Sentai was in the South Shaolin West Zen Room, and Su Can lost one hand and one leg, and now after treatment and recuperation, he can walk with a limp. But he naturally wouldn't say that his injuries were beaten, and lied that he was injured because of a car accident. A world-class boxing champion who once held an undefeated record of 300 consecutive fights, was crippled by someone who raised his hand, and he still had to mix it up?

In He Qingzhi's hateful eyes, Sentai appeared. He wore a bright red robe, trembled his pectoralis muscles bare, and wore a gold belt representing his life's glory around his waist, and walked up to the stage with a smile on his face.

It's just that he still has a cane in his left hand, and he walks with a limp, and he really can't see the demeanor of the ring.

In fact, it doesn't matter if there is a referee in such a black boxing match. This kind of underground black boxing match is almost a life-saving game. Both sides will do their best to beat their opponents to the ground, even if they win. Sentai's appointment as a referee is more of a gimmick on the part of the organizers, so as to raise the level of the game and increase the stakes of supporters on both sides.

Sentai can't compete now, so he occasionally makes cameo appearances in some black boxing matches, and it's still good to mix a little money to get by. This is equivalent to the outdated star of Jiuding Kingdom, who has nothing to do and sells his old face everywhere.

"Hello, hello......" Sentai walked to the middle of the ring and waved to the audience.

The beggar gang disciple who was secretly ambushing came over, touched Hua Feiying, gestured with a pistol movement, and said in a low voice: "Elder Hua, you can not come forward, let me kill him!" "Guns are not banned in the United States, and you can exchange a pistol for a meal, so many people have guns for self-defense.

Hua Feiying looked at the ghost boxing king on the stage and stopped the beggar disciple: "I don't need you to make a move, I'll do it." ”

Sentai stood on the stage, talking and laughing proudly. Suddenly, he only felt that the wind around him moved, and there was already a short figure in front of him.

"Sentai, you are a generation of boxing champions in vain, and you are so shameless that you sent someone to plot against us. New hatred and old hatred, today I will make it clear to you! He Qingzhi's coquettish cheer made the audience silent.

Before Sentai didn't play just now, He Qingzhi and Hua Feiying had discussed, let's take a look first, and follow Sentai and Qiao after the game. John, look for a chance to do it halfway.

As soon as Sentai came to power, He Qingzhi remembered the tragic situation of Lan Duxue being shot, and couldn't help but be angry. With the thought of revenge, he had already jumped into the ring with a force under his feet. After all, she is now practicing Qi at the first level and close to the second layer, and her body movements will come naturally when she thinks about it all her life.

Hua Feiying saw a flower in front of him, and He Qingzhi was no longer seen by his side. Waiting for the next moment, He Qingzhi opened her mouth in the ring, and Hua Feiying couldn't help but shout badly: "This aunt, why is she more impulsive than herself?!" ”

But there is no turning back when the bow is opened, and the momentum of the beggars cannot be lost. Now that He Qingzhi has come to the stage, Hua Feiying no longer hesitates, and as soon as she jumps over, she rolls over in mid-air, standing firmly beside He Qingzhi. (To be continued......)