Zhou Blind heard Xu Qing's words, the anxious expression on his face gradually relaxed, although he was old, but his mind was still clear, and he immediately reacted that he was being used, just now someone told him that Huzi was seriously injured in the boxing match, and several people carried him over, only to find out that it was a scam with ulterior motives.

Blind Zhou pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Do the old man a favor, tell Huzi, and let him rest assured." Xu Qing took his palm away from his back and gestured to Liu Xiaohu, who was lying on the metal cage.

Liu Xiaohu nodded and turned around, his palms clasped each other, and snapped - the knuckles of his fingers made a burst of noise, and a pair of big eyes stared at the Arab ghoul opposite, with a strong battle intent flashing in his eyes.

Xu Qing supported Zhou Blind, he didn't let the old man sit down, because he still had to watch the boxing match in the nearest position of the metal cage, as long as that ghoul dared to play a trick, he could react in the shortest possible time.

At this moment, the gamblers behind him were separated again, Tang Dashao strode over with a bitter look on Huo Zhenkang, this guy had a smug smile on his face, and he was holding a gambling ticket on the tip of his fingers, and he trembled a few meters away.

"Haha! A small bet of 50 million, my brother doesn't believe in the tiger and doesn't come out. Tang Dashao laughed all the way, that look was extremely arrogant, not to mention that no one dared to block his way, there is really no one to mess with the inland circles in Macau, those are first-class fierce people.

Xu Qing was just about to talk, the voice on the ceiling sounded again, now that the betting has been closed, the boxing match has officially begun, and the second reading is the most bastard, and it is clear that after two seconds, it is hard to read as one second, and ten seconds seem to be as long as ten minutes apart.

Tang Dashao shook the piece of paper in his hand and strode forward, only then did he see the blind man of Zhou who was old, his eyes were stiff, and he said in a low voice: "This is the ...... of Zhou Shen" He was still familiar with the scripture of the Liu family in the past, but he didn't expect this former legendary figure to become this unrecognizable appearance.

Xu Qing nodded and said, "Brother, help me hold Senior Zhou, I still have something to do." As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the metal cage, and at this time, Liu Xiaohu and the Arab ghoul were already fighting in one place, and the sound of beating leather made people's eardrums tremble.

Tang Dashao pulled Huo Zhenkang beside him with his backhand, pushed him forward and said, "Holding the old man, my brother has to free up his hands and feet to protect you, an old cow who eats tender grass." ”

Huo Zhenkang understood, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Blind's arm, he is a smart man, and naturally knows that the only thing he can rely on now is these two young masters, who obey what the brothers say.

Now Liu Xiaohu already has a martial arts style, boxing and kicking between the wind hunting, at this time he is like a pounced tiger with claws and teeth exposed, and he stepped forward to be a frontal attack like a storm, forcing the bulky ghoul to protect his head and face with both hands and retreat one after another, how could the range of activities in the cage be limited, and after taking a few steps back, his back hit the net with a bang, and the whole cage shook for a while.

Liu Xiaohu used a set of fast punches and fast legs, walking all fierce and aggressive roads, touching the ground and sweeping his legs for a while, and punching for a while, the two fists slammed into the opponent's body like a hammer and a drum, knock...... The clumsy ghoul blindly used his elbows to protect his head and face, and was beaten to the point that he only had the ability to parry and had no power to fight back.

The next boxing match was a little boring, the ghoul that the gamblers were optimistic about became a boxing target, was knocked down by the little tiger and got up, just stood firm and was knocked down by a burst of fast punches, in less than a quarter of an hour, he actually fell down five times, the shoe prints on his body were stacked several layers, and then his face could not be protected, the flesh bumps on the ugly face were broken by the fist, and the purple-red blood smeared his face, and the appearance was miserable and a little hideous.

Liu Xiaohu has been playing black boxing for some days, but he has never encountered this kind of opponent who is beaten and does not fight back, at first knocking him down once will make up for a punch and kick, and then the more he fights, the more bored he feels, and when the opponent falls, he retreats to the side to rest for a while, just waiting for the opponent to get up again, and he comes forward with a punch and kick.

The interval between the Arab ghouls being knocked down and getting up is about the same, whether it is a heavy punch or a flick leg, it is always kept at about two minutes, and the ability to resist the blow is still commendable, but this one-sided boxing match has lost its appreciation, and the gamblers around have called for a pit daddy, and a few even left temporarily and ran to the venue not far away to watch the cockfight and dogfight.

Only Xu Qing stood by the cage and watched the boxing match quietly, and secretly said in his heart, this ghoul is really not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he also knows how to use preemptive tricks, it seems that sometimes being beaten is also a strategy, and compared with this kind of cunning guy, Huzi is still too tender.

Sure enough, after easily defeating the opponent for the sixth time, Liu Xiaohu now completely lost the sharpness he had at the beginning, and seeing the ghoul get up from the ground like a shrimp that has only been slowly fried and bent, there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Admit defeat, don't get up if you fall." "He's always been a teenager, and he can't be like an iron heart.

The Arab ghoul opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, a blood-red filament pulled out from the corner of his mouth, he tried to stand firm, pressed his back against the cage wall, looked at the tiger opposite with a pair of puffy eyes, and opened his rabbit lips and spit out a few words with difficulty: "I need money!" ”

This reason is very simple, and the credibility is very high, because everyone who comes here to fight black boxing needs money, including Liu Xiaohu, he needs a large amount of money to buy things, the ghoul's words made his heart feel a pantothenic acid, once he was a little young master who never had to worry about money, but now he is more eager to have a sum of money than anyone else, too much, he doesn't know how long it will take to get it together.

Just when Liu Xiaohu was sad, Xu Qing's eyes outside the cage were sharp, and he found that the back of the ghoul sticking to the cage wall shrank a few times, and pieces of muscles full of explosive power were wrinkled high, this guy saw the opportunity and was ready to fight back, Xiaohu, the experience is still insufficient.

"Huzi, if you don't want to die, cheer up, the ghouls are going to fight back!" A low voice exploded directly in Liu Xiaohu's ears, and almost at this moment, two cold essences flashed in the eyes of the ghoul on the opposite side, and his back squeezed hard against the cage wall, and with the force of the rebound, the whole body rushed towards Huzi like a cannonball, his arms were quickly raised up, and the two iron elbows smashed down on his shoulders with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Sneer--Two rows of dogfish-like taper nails popped out at the moment of the elbow strike, and Wumengmeng flashed to Liu Xiaohu's shoulder, "Alas! This kid! Xu Qing, who was outside the cage, shook his head and sighed, and his right index finger had already completed two flexion, extension and flicking.