Chapter 63: Crazy Money
took out his mobile phone from the security office, turned it on, looked at the SMS prompt on his mobile phone, and his bank card had added a huge amount of money, Ma Han couldn't help but sigh at the progress of science and technology, and the speed of remittance and transfer was too fast at the moment.
Anyone who enters the boxing match must turn off their phones and leave their mobile phones in the security area, which is the rule here, so that no one secretly videos and photos are taken.
Although I already have more than 2 million, it is not enough at all, and the injury is not light, and if I want to participate in the boxing match again, I am afraid that I will be injured and injured.
"This time you won, next time you will arrange an opponent is not good, like you Xiaocheng peak martial artist, the general small Cheng martial artist is not your opponent at all, Dacheng martial artist you are not an opponent, and many peak martial artists at all stages are bent on breaking through, not many participate in the boxing match, therefore, you either Bo a big one, to fight with the martial artist who has just advanced to Dacheng, then if you win, the bonus will be beyond your imagination, or win by quantity, and fight against the small Cheng martial artist, although the bonus will definitely be very small, but the benefit is that there is no big dangerγ Monk Zhu said with a smile.
In the battle in the same rank, the contestants have no right to choose the opponent, but the challenge of skipping the level must be agreed to, after all, that kind of battle, nine times out of ten, it ends in failure.
Ma Han felt it, shook his head and said: "In this battle, I have already been injured a little, if I take the risk of fighting against the Dacheng Martial Artist again, I am afraid that the chance of winning is very small, it is better to fight a few battles with the ordinary Xiaocheng Martial Artist first, and accumulate combat experience." β
Monk Zhu nodded and praised: "Yes, don't rush forward, know how to advance and retreat, there are fewer and fewer calm young people like you." β
While speaking, the bear also staggered over, glanced at Ma Han, first received his bonus, and then said with undiminished fighting spirit: "Water God, I remember you, when I break through to Dacheng Martial Artist, I must fight with you again." β
The average boxer, failure is not the most terrible, the most terrible is in the process of fighting, it is easy to be seriously injured that cannot be healed, and he will cut off his way forward all of a sudden, and can only retreat, but the bear is born to eat this bowl of rice, not only the defense is extremely high, but this guy is talented, and the injury will heal very quickly.
Ma Han chuckled: "Okay, I wrote it down." β
Monk Zhu glanced at the two of them, and said nonchalantly: "Because the Spring Festival is coming, we will not hold a boxing match in the lunar month, so before the lunar month, we will hold it once a week, if you are interested, today next week, it will be the next competition, but I want to arrange it for you?"
Ma Han nodded: "Arrange it, among the same level, fight a few more times, it shouldn't be a big problem." β
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When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that the little fat man was about to go out angrily, Fan Biao followed behind, rubbing his hands, and looked a little embarrassed, but Givenchy was nowhere to be seen.
"What's wrong?" Ma Han asked, stunned.
The little fat man preemptively said: "Fourth, I won't hide it from you, last time in the school cafeteria, there was a guy who insulted me in every way for no reason, can I stand it? Directly send someone to throw him to Africa, let him suffer for a few months and then come back, this time it is the same canteen, a food seller insulted me for no reason, how can I bear him?"
"That guy said that it was not good to teach the boss at school, so he made an appointment at eight o'clock to settle personal grievances in the small park outside the school, I was afraid that something would happen to the boss, so I followed, even so, I don't feel at ease, I want to persuade the boss to wait for both of you to come back, and then go, but seeing that the time is almost up, your phone calls can't get through, but fortunately, you are back, then I will rest assured. Fan Biao breathed a sigh of relief.
Ma Han's mobile phone was turned off during the boxing match, but fortunately he rushed back, so he smiled: "Then let's go, with the two of us, even if the other party has any conspiracies, we are not afraid." β
"Let's go!"
Not far from the school, there is a small park, which is so small that it doesn't even have a name, and in the mouths of the school students, just say the small park, which is what it refers to.
At this moment, there were already seven or eight people standing in a small park, and when the little fat man and the three of them walked slowly, one of these seven or eight people smiled flatteringly: "Brother, look, the other side has come, can I go?"
The leader nodded and said, "Let's go, it's none of your business, the money has already been sent to you." β
The man walked away.
The three little fat men walked up to the front and couldn't help frowning, "It's you?"
This person Ma Han has also seen, that is, the first time the three of them went to the Blue Mountain Hotel, met Givenchy, after a few people ate and drank, and then the little fat man went to the toilet, but was spit on his body by the young man, the young man not only did not apologize, but slapped the little fat man, and afterwards the little fat man has been looking for this guy, but he didn't expect to meet today.
"So, you ordered those two cooks or something?" asked the little fat man indignantly.
The young man sneered: "My name is Zhang Xiao'an, I heard that you have been looking for me, so it is better for me to strike first, what do you say? But your methods are also very ruthless, and you have quietly brought one of my subordinates to Africa, and I still don't know how to explain it to his family." β
The little fat man said angrily: "Yo, you vomited me, didn't apologize, and slapped me, and now you still tell your uncle to strike first?"
Zhang Xiaoan sneered: "Don't say right or wrong, whoever has a thick wrist counts, don't be too naΓ―ve, you little brat." β
"So, you think your wrists are thick enough?" Ma Han chuckled.
Zhang Xiaoan was wary of Fan Biao, but he didn't look at Ma Han at all, and sneered: "Is it enough, you can taste it yourself." β
After that, with a wave of his hand, several of his subordinates had already surrounded him, and one of them slowly thought about Fan Biao and forced him: "This brother, your opponent is me, I know your strength is not bad, but it seems that it is not easy to defeat me." β
Ma Han's eyes were cold, and he looked over, Fan Biao's opponent's strength was about Xiaocheng Intermediate Level, and when he fought with Fan Biao, not to mention that he could completely block Fan Biao, even if Fan Biao wanted to defeat his opponent, it was not a matter of a moment, and Ma Han always felt that Fan Biao was a little abnormal, and he seemed to be unable to fight normally with people.
As for the other people, most of them are ordinary people, but they seem to be guys who exercise all year round, and their strength is stronger than ordinary people, what makes Ma Han care is that there is a person standing behind Zhang Xiaoan, who is actually a martial artist at the peak of Xiaocheng, but under careful observation, it is about the external skills that he practiced.
Under Dacheng, among the same level, those who cultivate external skills are generally more difficult than those who cultivate internal skills, because those who generally cultivate external skills have a very strong body's defense, and ordinary means can't even break the defense.
Ma Han frowned, this matter is unusual, just because of the little fat man and the other party's small dispute, where will there be a need for two martial arts masters?