The reporter had been waiting for a long time, and as soon as he came out, he continued to ask questions.

"Mr. Zhou, what are your chances of winning against Lu Kui today?"

"Will Luquay go to the stadium ......"

Zhou Qing didn't respond, and got into the car under the escort of Lin Kun and others.

While driving, you can still see reporters and many people chasing after you, and after turning a corner, the whole world can be regarded as quiet.

Xue Huaijin and Zhou Qing sat in the back row together, and helped him tidy up his neckline: "Qingzi, are you nervous?" ”

This was asked in vain, because she then saw Zhou Qing shaking her head. It is a state of real laxity to the extreme, as if he went to fight with people not for life and death, but for the past to chat.

Zhou Qing felt that Xue Huaijin was a little abnormal today, but he didn't have time to ask questions at all.

The school was about ten kilometers away from the stadium, and when the car was halfway through, Xue Huaijin suddenly covered his mouth with an inappropriate face.

Zhou Qing hurriedly asked the driver to stop: "Auntie, what's wrong?" ”

Xue Huaijin waved his hand and got out of the car, and it took a long time to recover.

"It's a bit of motion sickness."

Zhou Qing was confused, motion sickness, when did Xue Huaijin have motion sickness.

After getting back into the car, he instructed the driver to drive steadily: "Auntie, are you not feeling well?" ”

"I'm fine......"

Xue Huaijin responded, his heart flushed.

She could clearly feel that except for her nephew, few people would really care about her.

Zhou Qing pondered and waited for the opportunity to talk to her again, settled down, and put aside all distractions.

In less than half an hour, Kyoto Stadium is in sight.

Today, there are not celebrities who are holding concerts or shows.

However, in front of the stadium, there was a sea of people, and the pomp and circumstance was good. It's all just to watch the confrontation between Zhou Qing and Lu Kui.

In the past few days, everyone who has fermented the news early is known. Not only the people of Kyoto, but also many people from other places took the opportunity to rush over, hoping to witness this extraordinary drama.

After Zhou Qing stopped the car, he did not get out of the car immediately, but called to ask the person in charge of the stadium if there was a special entrance.

Yes, a few minutes after the phone hung up, a manager of the stadium respectfully arrived in front of Zhou Qing's car, with more than a dozen security personnel, escorted Zhou Qing and others to the stadium.

It's not an official game.

Therefore, the stadium is not open to the public.

Outside were ordinary spectators who had arrived out of curiosity, but inside were some reporters and stadium staff. There are also spectators, and they are very few people who are actively invited by the stadium.

It's mostly athletes or martial arts instructors and the like, as well as martial arts commentators and so on.

Zhou Qing's arrival inevitably aroused the emotions of a group of reporters.

But seeing that he is not in the mood to respond, it is not easy to entangle.

I was told before I came, the focus is on the game. The interview with Zhou Qing can be postponed and found an opportunity to talk about it.

Surprisingly, Lu Kui, who was jumping happily on the Internet before, was late.

Characters of Zhou Qing's status have arrived, but they still haven't seen Lu Kui's shadow.

The audience has their own channels to learn about the situation in the stadium, and there is no lack of ridicule in the discussion, questioning whether Lu Kui is afraid to come today.

Around 10:20.

Just when everyone was waiting impatiently, a large Land Rover with several black sedans stopped, it was Luquay's car.

Unlike Zhou Qing who walked through the special passage, he took people out of the car and entered through the gate in a big way.

He is 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, wearing only a pair of shorts on his body, and a five-star red flag pattern cloak on his body.

The whole person looked more than high-spirited, as if he was already the winner before the game even started.

This is a means, at least his momentum made many people who care about Zhou Qing sweat from the bottom of their hearts.

In comparison, although Lu Kui is not much taller than Zhou Qing, in appearance, he is indeed the difference between a big man and a Sven white-collar worker.

"Mr. Lu, are you sure today?"

There were also some reporters from small media outside the venue, who rushed forward to block it when they saw this.

A little mockery flashed on Lu Kui's slightly sideways face: "I admire Mr. Zhou's courage, but courage does not mean victory, he will lose all his face today." ”

"You seem to be absolutely sure."

"I'm a professional sanda player, so of course I'm sure I'm going to face anyone."

A reporter couldn't get used to his posture and ridiculed: "You have an advantage of at least fifteen kilograms over Mr. Zhou in terms of weight, will there be any checks and balances on this?" ”

"You can figure it out that it was Mr. Zhou who took the initiative to challenge, and he obviously thought about it."

"Mr. Zhou was also a very good martial artist in the early years, and Instructor Yang Mu personally confirmed that Mr. Zhou is more suitable for the National Olympic Games competition system than him......"

Lu Kui laughed sarcastically: "The Yang Mu instructor in your mouth is just a defeated commander of mine. Martial artists in the early years, and now or not, who knows? ”

Zhou Qing judged from the agitation at the entrance of the stadium that Lu Kui had arrived.

Turning his gaze slightly, he stopped looking. He said in a low voice: "Auntie, there will be no problems with the evidence......"

"Peace of mind, both of them are on their way here. Wait until the game is over, and don't delay you to demolish him. ”

"You do things, how can I not be at ease."

"Talking!"

Xue Huaijin scolded with a smile.

Zhou Qing didn't want to say any more, seeing Lu Kui getting closer and closer, he didn't even have the interest to say hello, so he took off his coat and went to the temporary ring first.

Since Lu Kui came, it was equivalent to agreeing to the rules of the game.

Victory or defeat is the rule of life and death.

Of course, the probability of death is only 1 in 10,000, but this is an attitude to stand in the ring.

No protective gear, no gloves, simple fighting.

It's fighting, not fighting, just like when Zhou Qing and Sang Chaiming fought bare-handed in the ring.

This way, the effect of a punch may cause the bridge of the nose to shatter, which may lead to a rupture of the laryngeal bone. It's not an exaggeration, it's the speed, strength, and precision of a professional sanda player. are far more than others.

Shaking his neck slightly, Zhou Qing tentatively stretched his arms.

The left arm is still affected by the old disease caused by the kidnapping case, and the muscle response is much slower than that of the right arm. But it doesn't matter, at least in Zhou Qing's opinion, against people like Lu Kui, even if he doesn't use his left arm, he may not have no chance of winning.

Standing in the ring of the National Olympic Games, which is limited by the rules, the current Zhou Qing may not be able to win against Lu Kui.

But in the bare-handed fight, Zhou Qing could hardly see Lu Kui's shadow in his eyes.

There is a world of difference between the style of fighting that dares to kill and the way of fighting that does not dare to kill, and Zhou Qing belongs to the former.

He has killed more than a handful of people.

There are two who were killed by mistake during the Jing'an period, and there are riots during the peacekeeping of the troops, and several of them have been killed in the same way.

So even if he has never had the intention of killing, Zhou Qing does not lack the courage to kill.