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One is a Kimono player who rushed up from the player's room!

The other one, of course, jumped from the second floor!

What a man, Wang Hao looked at the person who jumped down from the building, this is a black man, the skin is not very dark, it should be a mixed-race child. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This black man is at least 1.9 meters, and it is not his height that is terrifying, but his thick body!

"Fak......" The one who said that he seemed to want to challenge Wang Hao, stepped up first, and swept towards Wang Hao's legs one by one!

Wang Hao didn't move, his eyes were still staring at the black man who was slowly taking off his suit and tie!

"Bah......" There was a loud bang, and Yueben's leg swept firmly on Wang Hao's leg.

"Ah......h

A miserable scream resounded throughout the field, and all the people were stunned, this was a result that no one could have imagined, after he swept Wang Hao's leg, he heard a clear sound of fractures, and now, it was he who screamed.

He said that he hugged his legs and retreated one after another, with a painful look on his face.

"Ah......h

Before people could react, there was another scream, saying that he was kicked by a black man and flew up in the air, rolling down under the ring like a gourd, and several medical personnel hurriedly carried him away, no one cared whether he was dead or alive, in this scene, people died every day, the dead are not strange, and the undead will make people strange!

Looking at the black man who kicked himself out of the ring and still unbuttoned it unhurriedly, Wang Hao nodded appreciatively, and at the same time, he also understood a little bit of the situation in his heart, it was obvious that there was just a high roller in that private room, not himself, he was just one of his bodyguards, including this black man was just a bodyguard!

This made Wang Hao a little relieved, at least, the other party just wanted to win money, and would definitely not use assassination methods!

What's more, there is also the person in the private room opposite who restricts the black boss!

Looking at the muscles exposed under the black man's clothes, the muscles that were raised were sharp and angular, as if they were inlaid piece by piece, looking at the toned body of this black man, Wang Hao couldn't help but be a little fussy, if this black man was born in the Great Qin Dynasty, he would definitely be a good hand at charging into battle!

Imagine this black man holding an iron rod and rampage through thousands of troops, killing the enemy like a bag...... Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh deeply, the Great Qin Dynasty was his eternal pain!

At the same time, Wang Hao remembered a famous bodybuilder in history.

Schwarzenegger!

If you talk about muscularity alone, this black man has far surpassed Schwarzenegger, the difference is only skin color.

While the black man was slowly undressing, the people in the two private rooms sat in one private room!

"Mike, I miss your father so much!" The old man warmly embraced the young man who came in.

"My father misses you very much!"

Mike was none other than the black man's boss, a Sven, well-mannered white man with a pair of black-rimmed glasses that made him feel like a scholar.

Looking at the intimate conversation between the two, no one could have imagined that they had already bet nearly a billion euros just now.

"New people you're hiring?" Mike asked, after glancing at the long-haired youth in the ring.

"Hehe, no, if I take in new people, won't I notify you? This is a Chinese who came from the street gangsters. The old man smiled slightly.

"Are you so confident?"

"Haha......" The old man laughed and raised his glass to Mike's void, took a light sip and said, "This is not confidence, this is an intuition, an intuition that has been cultivated over the years!" ”

"Yes!" Mike nodded and said, "I trust your instincts, but I also believe in King Kong!" ”

"Continue?"

"Go on!"

"How much?"

"It's still 500 million!"

"500 million...... Hehe......" The old man chuckled lightly.

"Huh?" Mike looked at the old man suspiciously.

"That long-haired young man won a billion euros by himself, and when he started the game with your bodyguard, he has already won more than 500 million euros, so to speak, a large part of the entire casino has gone into the pocket of that long-haired young man!"

"What do you mean?" Mike said lightly.

"This time, this young man's subordinates are betting against the casino, and we can't help but take the bet, contradictory...... Although the bet we opened is two to one, but, even if it is two to one, our casino will lose 500 million euros, hehe, 500 million euros is not much, but it is not a small amount, my underground casino, the monthly income is only 100 million......" The old man said tepidly.

"Then a billion!"

Mike smiled slightly, this old fox made it clear that the carriage and horses were going to make him bleed profusely, and he would put 500 million on himself, even if the old man won, he wouldn't be able to earn a penny, if he lost a billion, he could also earn 500 million euros if the casino lost!

What a wishful thinking!

However, there seems to be an old saying in China...... Who killed the deer?

Yes, I don't know who killed the deer!

Mike's hidden in his glasses reflects a strong self-confidence, who is King Kong? King Kong is the former champion of one hundred and two downfield boxing tournaments, and in the underground boxing tournament in the United States, he is an invincible existence, relying on King Kong, Mike does not know how many bets he has won.

Strictly speaking, King Kong is a powerful source of income for the Mike family, just because King Kong is old, he rarely ends, and of course, there are too few people who are worthy of his end!

"Bet bet...... Vajra...... Legendary King Kong......"

"King Kong from Miami!"

"King Kong without defeat!"

"The myth of one hundred and two unbeaten games!"

"Oh my God...... You see, look at the tattoos of Chinese mythological characters on his chest, it's really King Kong......" The host looked at the black man's tattoo on his chest muscles in amazement and shouted sensationally: "David...... David, help me with 10,000 euros, I'll buy King Kong to win......"

"Oh my God...... It's really King Kong, it's really King Kong...... I'm going down to King Kong......"

"King Kong will win ......"

"King Kong will win ......"

The name King Kong swept through the casino like a tornado, and the places where bets were placed were filled with crazy crowds, and several bet slots were full!

Even some of the women who began to win under Wang Hao began to turn the limelight and play King Kong, as long as they are gamblers in the underground boxing world, who doesn't know the name of King Kong, many people have even seen King Kong's fight, but just now King Kong suddenly ended, so they can't believe it, after all, King Kong has disappeared for nearly two years!

The casino is full of fanatical eyes, and every pair of eyes are firmly fixed on this legendary character, King Kong, is an undefeated myth in the underground boxing world!

Xiao Zhu and Zhang Han were already shouting hoarsely, but unfortunately the cheerleading team composed of the two of them really couldn't be compared with more than a thousand people, even if they used their internal strength to shout, it would be useless.

"You've won one hundred and two?" Wang Hao said lightly.

King Kong was silent for a while, I don't know why, the long-haired young man on the other side gave him a strong pressure, and this pressure is usually imposed by him on others!

King Kong is 1.9 meters and weighs 150 kilograms, like his height and weight, coupled with the muscles that are raised, many players are three points weaker in momentum at first, which makes King Kong feel strange that his advantage in front of this long-haired young man who is a head shorter than himself does not seem to be an advantage at all, and this long-haired young man still has that indifferent expression.

King Kong's heart jumped, did he meet a real Chinese master?

In the early days, King Kong once worshipped a Chinese as a teacher, and the Chinese master taught him the boxing method is King Kong boxing, in honor of this elusive master, he tattooed a Chinese mythological character on his body: King Kong!

King Kong was greatly influenced by the Chinese master, that is, he broke the glass, jumped from the second floor and slowly undressed, which was a kind of momentum cultivation, and now, the momentum that he spent energy cultivating was like a joke in front of this young man, and people didn't take it seriously at all.

"It's a pity, it's a pity Wang Hao smiled slightly.

"What a pity?" King Kong finally couldn't help but ask.

"It's a pity you can't keep your win, the one hundred and third match will put an end to the myth of your undefeated!"

Wang Hao sighed in his heart, foreigners are always foreigners, from the beginning, Wang Hao felt that this black man was a little different, and he actually knew how to use the environment and actions to cultivate momentum, Wang Hao asked two questions in a row in order to break the momentum deliberately cultivated by this black man, although Wang Hao did not take the insignificant momentum of the black man seriously, but he was used to the previous way of war!

All the way!

And then it goes down!

Three and exhaustion...... The black man slowly refreshed his breath, took a step forward slightly, and made a strange starting gesture!

"Do you know Chinese kung fu?"

Wang Hao smiled dumbly, although this black man had a serious expression, his movements were nondescript, it seemed that the master who taught him was also perfunctory to him, and casually threw a few tricks to him, including this nondescript starting style, however, Wang Hao was immediately relieved, this black man was a foreigner after all, and a Chinese master could not teach him any real kung fu, and it was already very good for these five big and three rough guys to learn to the current level...... "Come on!" The black man nodded.

Wang Hao returned the salute according to the ancient Chinese etiquette, which is respect for the opponent, if the opponent respects you and you don't respect the opponent, this is actually an insult to yourself!

"Hoo ......"

The black man's strong fist slammed into Wang Hao's face with a sound that broke through the air...... xx

(To be continued)