"No need to change clothes, so be it." Ye Wuhan happily got up and walked directly to the ring through the escalator.

But his appearance is too shabby compared to Mongsen, people hugged before and after the appearance, thunderous applause, and a special person to massage to relieve muscle fatigue, and he is dressed in casual clothes and dirt, which is completely incomparable.

In the eyes of the security personnel at the scene, the outcome is the same whether he changes his clothes or not, and the shorts are changed in order to have no fetters and shoot more neatly, but since he is looking for death by himself, why should others stop him again? It's just a routine warning, not allowed to smuggle weapons at your own risk, and so on, so I also walked to the sidelines and waited to watch the excitement.

In their opinion, he was beaten to death when he went up without cold, so no one cared whether he changed his clothes or not, so as not to change his clothes and delay time.

It's just that Ye Wuhan suddenly stopped halfway through, looked at the staff and asked, "Can I bet myself?" ”

"Of course you can, and if you buy your own win, you can win back 7.5 million for a million." The staff said, with a hint of mockery in their eyes.

"Concubine Xiao, give me your remote control!"

"Brother-in-law, you also bet?"

Nalan Xiaofei stood up with a narrow face and handed him the betting device, of course you can bet if you have proof of identity and money.

"Get out!" Ye Wuhan scolded her, entered her identity information, placed a bet, and threw the remote control back to her.

"Brother-in-law, how much have you ordered?" Concubine Nalan Xiao also shouted.

"Five hundred thousand!"

"Ah, so much, where did you get the money?" Concubine Nalan Xiaofei opened her mouth wide.

"Of course, it's your sister's pocket money." Ye Wuhan smiled faintly.

Nalan Xiaofei snorted her little white teeth, "Then will you also buy Meng Sen to win?" ”

Ye Wuhan's face darkened, "You little girl, you are so disoptimistic about your brother-in-law?" ”

"What do you mean by not being optimistic about you? Your strength is like this, besides, I am optimistic that you and I can buy Monson to win? ”

Nalan Xiaofei pursed her lips, she shook her sexy figure, and sat back again.

Ye Wuhan was a little speechless, he pointed to his sister-in-law, "You wait for me, see how I clean you up when I come back!" ”

"But you have to have a chance to come back!"

Ye Wuhan's face is even darker, you hate me so much? Looking forward to Lao Tzu's death?

He didn't say anything more, turned and got into the ring.

"Wow, the one called Ye Wuhan has finally gone up."

"But how to fight this outfit, it's clearly looking for destruction!"

There was laughter under the ring.

"People must have bought a lot of each other to win, knowing that they were not defeated by the Muay Thai champion, and deliberately left a legacy for future generations!" There are also people who are obscene with a very clear look.

Concubine Nalan Xiao hugged her shoulders and pouted there, and said in her heart, brother-in-law, I heard my sister say a long time ago, you are good, three or four people should not be able to get close, I want to see where your limit is, don't be beaten to death.

Here Ye Wuhan stood in the ring, facing Monson.

And Monson squinted, almost didn't look at him squarely, and at the same time there was a disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth, in his opinion, such a person, obviously not boxing, I am afraid, as some people say, just to leave a huge sum of money for future generations, at best it is just an appetizer for his own activities.

He felt that he could knock Ye Wuhan away with a casual punch.

Ye Wuhan also paid attention to this Muay Thai fighter, with a bloody aura and cold momentum, looking at the appearance, this guy is definitely an executioner with other people's blood on his hands, a killing machine in the black boxing arena, he is an absolute ruthless person, even if such a person kills him, he has no guilt.

The fat referee announced the rules of the ring according to the usual practice, and then stepped aside with a light face, looking at his expression very casually, obviously not optimistic about Ye Wuhan, I am afraid that as soon as the Muay Thai king made a move, he beat Ye Wuhan to death.

The Muay Thai king here didn't rush to make a move, he looked at Ye Wuhan with contempt, and said in other Chinese: "Boy, if I want to jump down as soon as possible, so as not to humiliate yourself, how about it?" Are you jumping on your own or am I going to help you? ”

As he spoke, he shook his head and sneered, and kept shaking his index finger, which was self-evident in his contempt for Ye Wuhan.

To be honest, he really wasn't interested in this man.

"Haha!"

Everyone in the audience was already laughing.

"It's just such a person, at first glance, it's a boxing stadium Baiding, how can it be enough for a Muay Thai champion."

"Hurry up, jump down yourself so I can get the money!" Others muttered urging.

"Huh!"

Ye Wuhan smiled, he didn't care about the Muay Thai champion, and suddenly reached out and touched his pocket.

"Referee, this person is cheating!"

Monson was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back.

Of course, he wasn't really afraid, but he had experienced a lot of battles, and he was instinctively cautious so as not to capsize in the gutter. He thought that Ye Wuhan was digging out the concealer, and he deliberately made this appearance.

"It's just a cigarette, I said you're a Muay Thai champion?"

Ye Wuhan smiled, took out a cigarette casually, and then leaned at the Muay Thai king, lowered his head and lit a cigarette with a lighter, and in the process of lighting the cigarette, he didn't look at Monson at all, as if he didn't exist at all.

That look, that action, as if this is not a murderous and bloody black boxing arena, but a place of relaxation, a place where you can smoke and relax at will.

"You're looking for death!"

Faced with such contemptuous actions from the other party, Monson was furious.

Who is he? Muay Thai king, no one has ever dared to smoke casually under his murderous momentum, not to mention that people don't look at him, when he doesn't exist, this is a great insult to him, how can he bear it.

"Give me death!"

Meng Sen's body rushed forward, and he suddenly rose up, and his fierce momentum swooped down towards Ye Wuhan with the momentum of Mount Tai's overwhelming momentum.

At the same time, in the process of falling, his body kept rolling, and the continuous elbow strikes smashed down like a mountain of mountains and a sea of cold all night. Shooting is the strongest killer move.

This time, he not only has to kill Ye Wuhan and win bloodlessly, but also win beautifully enough to completely display the power of Muay Thai.

Under his majestic blows, needless to say, you are a person, or a cow, and I am afraid that you will be bombarded into meat sauce under his imposing continuous blows.

The referee originally wanted to ask him if he would let him smoke in the cold of the night, but when he saw that Monson made a move, he simply stopped caring about it.

Rumble!

The night is cold.

He seemed to be lighting a cigarette without the slightest defense, but as soon as Monson's continuous attack swooped down, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked it.

At this foot, Mongson's surging offensive was instantly penetrated, and this kick was firmly kicked on him.

Poor Muay Thai king, his huge body suddenly flew out like a cannonball, directly over the rubber guardrail, crossed a big parabola, and smashed to the ground with a thud.

Zhen's fist trembled three times, and blood spurted from his mouth and smashed a large blood stain on the ground.

Monson barely raised his head and squirmed twice, then lay on his head and didn't move.

Two staff members hurriedly ran over to check it, but there was no sound, and the pulse was no longer beating.