With Ning Kun's shout, Yan Murong's feet also landed on Chang Xiaopeng's face, which made him want to vomit.

"Bang-"

Yan Murong's cheap domestic sneakers collided with Chang Xiaopeng's face, making a dull sound. Then, Chang Xiaopeng's body as soon as he sat up straight fell down again, slid down the smooth boxing ring until the edge, and then fell down the bottom rope.

Yan Murong kicked out, and the audience was silent.

How could he get off his feet? How dare he treat Chang Xiaopeng like this? This was the majority of the thoughts, or rather, the disbelief and surprise of Yan Murong's approach accounted for more than ninety percent.

Of course, there are also a few people who think that Yan Murong's kick is really too handsome, even more handsome than tossing on it for a long time like a hand cramp just now.

Guo Ya'an's eyes began to bloom with little stars, and her hands were held on her chest, looking like a standard nymphomaniac - if Yan Murong was not her brother, she would definitely run up immediately and express her admiration for Yan Murong.

After Yan Murong slapped Chang Xiaopeng and vomited blood, he didn't think about hurting people again, but that guy's mouth was so stinky that Yan Murong couldn't help but stretch out his foot.

This kick seems to be powerful and can kick people out so far, but in fact, Yan Murong has already controlled the strength perfectly-this kick will only make Chang Xiaopeng's face swollen for a few days at most, and it will not leave even a slight concussion.

"Yan Shao, did you go too far?" Ning Kun climbed into the boxing ring, glanced at Chang Xiaopeng, who had fainted after being helped up by several people, and said. "Didn't you just say yes, it's a friendship."

"I'm sorry, you shouted too late, you can't hold back." Yan Murong said helplessly.

“――”

Ning Kun wanted to curse. What does it mean to be unrestrained? With the strength you just showed, you can stop your fist so fast, can't you still hold this slow kick?

"Why are you pushing us into fighting?" Yan Murong asked suddenly.

"What?" Ning Kun was stunned for a moment, and was thinking about how to deal with this matter when he heard Yan Murong suddenly say such a sentence, which made him a little overwhelmed for a while.

"I said." Yan Murong took two steps forward, stood face to face with Ning Kun, and said word by word. "Why are you letting us fight? What's in it for you? ”

"What do you mean?" Ning Kun's face changed, and he said with a frown. "Just now—"

"Okay, you don't have to say it." Without waiting for Ning Kun to finish speaking, Yan Murong waved his hand and received it. "Let me guess, do you know Zheng Wuming?"

"Don't say you don't know." Yan Murong didn't give Ning Kun a chance to answer at all, and said directly. "Let me guess and see if I'm right."

"I'll bet with you—" Yan Murong took out the trouser pocket of his sportswear, took out a red ticket of one hundred yuan and a few one-dollar coins from it, counted them, and said. "Let's bet on a hundred and five dollars—it's a little less, but it's a lottery."

"Yan Shao, what do you mean?" Ning Kun took a step back and looked at Yan Murong with a wary expression.

Yes, he knew Zheng Wuming, and the relationship was very good, but he didn't understand why Yan Murong said that. Guess? Guess what? Did he see it?

"Shhh Yan Murong put a finger to his mouth, made a silent gesture, and then watched a group of people move Chang Xiaopeng out with a belt before he said. "You guys did a really good job of playing this bitter trick."

"Where do you start?" Ning Kun asked strangely.

"Don't worry." Yan Murong smiled and said. "Look, I don't know you, and I don't know that ugly guy, but he has to catch me beating Gu Yaoting, why? ――Is it just to wait for you to stand up and make this 'friendship exchange' proposal? ”

"I think it should be." Yan Murong's voice was not loud, a little like talking to himself, but it was just enough for Ning Kun to hear.

"And then, you stood up and made this suggestion." Yan Murong looked at Ning Kun and said. "I think, not only do you know Zheng Wuming, but he also told you about my character, right?"

Ning Kun didn't speak, and the expression on his face didn't change at all, so he stared straight at Yan Murong, waiting for him to continue.

"He splashed me with wine, I hit him, it's normal, want me to apologize, it's impossible." Yan Murong said. "So, I chose to listen to your advice."

"But it's a pity, it seems that Zheng Wuming didn't tell you that I can fight, right?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "I have to say, your arrangement is really good - I chose to fight that ugly guy, and the ending is nothing more than two things."

Yan Murong stretched out two fingers and said. "One, I lose, because he is the national sanda champion, and he will have internal strength, if I lose, you will successfully lose the face of the Yan family - second, I win, and then you can find an excuse to trouble our Yan family, this change, our Yan family will be affected a lot."

"The abacus is good, and it can be seen that the math teacher taught it." Yan Murong looked at Ning Kun with a smile. "It's a pity that the force used was too great, and the abacus beads were blown away by you - I guess you didn't expect me to lay such a heavy hand, right?"

After speaking, Yan Murong looked at Ning Kun, and when he saw the expression on his face change slightly, he laughed happily. "You see, I guessed right, but mine admires you so much that you almost counted me in."

"Haha, the people of the Yan family are really smart enough." Ning Kun laughed out loud instead. "I admit it, you're right - but, the facts are the facts, Chang Xiaopeng was injured by you, and this is your responsibility."

"No, no, no." Yan Murong shook his head again and again and said. "That's your responsibility. Don't forget, this suggestion was made by you - I'm a big mouth, and I always like to go out and get something that is known all over the city, and it is estimated that tomorrow, oh no, it will be a few hours later, and the whole Yanjing will probably know. ”

"Huh." Ning Kun smiled, looked at Yan Murong, and asked. "Do you think anyone will believe your words?"

"I don't know." Yan Murong shook his head. "Always give it a try."

"Okay." Ning Kun smiled and nodded. "Then let's try it, I also want to see how capable you Yan Dashao is."

"No need to try."

Suddenly, the door of the boxing gym was pushed open, and a heroic young man in a high-end suit walked in with two bodyguards, looked at Ning Kun and said. "Don't try, I take his word for it."