Wang Xuebin walked far away, the crowd swayed to the music, many people sat in their seats and spoke loudly, and more people were whispering unknown secrets.

He walked to the bar, and the bartender immediately asked what kind of wine he wanted, he ordered a glass casually, leaned against the bar, and then looked at Liu Moqing.

His mood was extremely complicated, and he told Chongxu boss Miao Jinqing that he was a fake, it was no one else, it was him.

Although he has been in contact with Liu Moqing for a short time, his years of experience let him know that Liu Moqing will firmly do it after he has determined one thing.

When he knew that there were more than a dozen Chongxu people on this ship, and some of them had already recognized that the two people around Liu Moqing were Chongxu people.

He must ensure Liu Moqing's safety.

The only way is to let Liu Moqing give up by himself, so that he will try his best to help Liu Moqing leave the Maria.

But.

He still underestimated Liu Moqing's stubbornness in things.

The black shadow was arrested, Han Bin was injured, and these two people were unable to protect themselves. Liu Moqing wanted to save the black shadow.

How can he save it?

Wang Xuebin took a sip of wine, and the alcohol ran down his throat, burning all the way to his stomach.

He instantly sobered up a lot.

The experience in the deep sea has taught him to sit back and wait for the perfect moment.

He saw what Liu Moqing said to the American.

He didn't know the American, but he knew where he came from.

He took out his phone and zoomed in to the limit, although the image was a little blurry, it didn't matter, he took a photo and sent it to his own person.

Soon, the call came.

"Boss, this person's name is William, he is from the US Department of Defense, and it is not clear if he is specific, it is all confidential, and it will take some time."

"Got it, the sixth." Wang Xuebin hung up the phone.

It seems that there is some kind of relationship between the two, and he is not willing to understand this relationship, and the more he understands, the more he will be involved.

Now is not the time to get involved.

Wang Xuebin left the bar, and he put down the empty wine glass in his hand.

All he needed to do now was to get to know the guy called Shadow and find out where he was.

Wang Xuebin glanced at Liu Moqing again, they seemed to have reached a consensus, and shook their hands.

In a short period of time, there is no need to worry about Liu Moqing's safety.

He pushed through the crowd and squeezed towards the octagon in the center.

On the periphery of the octagonal cage, rows of single chairs are placed on eight sides, and next to each chair is a small table with cash and wine glasses placed on it.

There were not many seats, there were fifteen seats on one side, and behind the last row of seats, there was a vacuum area of five meters, and outside the vacuum area there was a symbolic fence, and people outside the fence were crowded, holding banknotes in their hands, cheering loudly for the people who bet in the cage.

Wang Xuebin moved, he squeezed forward, so that someone cursed him in the process, he didn't care, when he squeezed to the fence, the tall bodyguard glanced at him, and immediately untied the rope and let him pass.

The person who had been cursing immediately closed his mouth, and the people around him stopped moving and looked at him with different eyes, some envious, some jealous, and some sinister.

Wang Xuebin patted the bodyguard on the shoulder and continued to walk inside, he walked to the first row, and he sat in the empty seat in it.

"Why did you go for so long?" The speaker was none other than the rich second generation known as Mr. Gao, his eyes had been staring at the fight in the octagonal cage, and he nervously clenched his hands into fists because of the excitement of the battle situation.

"I had a glass of wine outside, and when I came in, I was blocked a bit."

"Good punch! Damn, why is this guy so durable! Can you do it or not? Mr. Gao scolded, "When is your boss coming?" ”

Wang Xuebin looked at the cage, there was no referee in the cage, and one of them had no power to fight back and was being beaten by the other.

The disadvantaged man looked like he was only a little muscular because of his thinness, he was only about 1.7 meters tall, his eyes were swollen at this time, his hair was dyed yellow on the top of his head, and the inner layer of black hair was underneath, blood was bubbling from the corner of his mouth, and one arm looked to be dislocated, swaying weakly with his body.

Another offensive is rising, he has strong muscles, one meter nine high, there is no hair on his head, even his eyebrows have been shaved, he hits the opponent's head and abdomen like a chicken, but when he wants to lift the opponent, he always makes the opponent struggle to dodge. He also chased his opponent in the field, trying to catch him and deliver the final blow.

"Which one are you betting on?" Wang Xuebin did not answer the question of the rich second generation.

"Of course it's this! Damn it! How can that guy just not fall! ”

Wang Xuebin stretched out his hand, and immediately a person dressed as a waiter came to his side, bending down to listen.

"What's the odds now?"

"Sir, Red wins 1.5, Blue wins, 100."

"When Blue wins 200, bet on me." Wang Xuebin stretched out a finger.

"Okay, sir, at least 100,000, do you want to go down to 100,000?"

"No, a million." Wang Xuebin turned his head and said with a smile to the waiter, he saw the waiter's face showing an expression that he should not be a fool, and smiled professionally, nodded and left.

"Sect Leader Wang, are you crazy? Do you get under that guy a million? The rich second generation looked at Wang Xuebin like a fool.

Wang Xuebin just smiled at him and turned his head to look at the fighting in the cage.

This underground octagon is exactly what the UFC was in its infancy, and the UFC is also known as unrestricted fighting, so it requires you to be proficient not just in one boxing technique, but in a variety of boxing, most of which are based on boxing, Muay Thai and jiu-jitsu.

But since there are no restrictions, the final victory will only be achieved if the opponent is completely defeated or surrenders on its own.

There are very few people who surrender on their own, and in the case of disparity in strength, the probability of being killed is even more bizarre, before Wang Xuebin came in, there were already two people who were directly knocked out of the cage and whose life and death were unknown, and some people were directly thrown out of the cage and eliminated directly, and only three people chose to surrender and end the battle in a boo.

At this time, the host outside the venue began to shout new odds, and the host continued to drive*, and the sound was set off wave after wave, and everyone started a new round of bets.

Wang Xuebin stretched out his hand to summon the waiter and said loudly: "Have you placed my bet?" ”

"Sir!" The waiter also responded loudly, and the sound of the crowd behind him almost drowned out the music in the room. "Are you sure you're making this bet?"

"Hurry the fuck for me!" Wang Xuebin angrily stretched out his hand and slapped the waiter's head.

"Sect Leader Wang!" The rich second-generation probe said into his ear. "That kid looks like he's going to hang up! You're not worth the loss! Now it's 1.25 times! Earn a little is also earn! ”

"Shut the fuck!" Wang Xuebin turned around and shouted.

He turned his head, grabbed the waiter's hair, and scolded loudly: "Hurry up and give it to Lao Tzu!" If Lao Tzu loses, your fate will accompany the funeral! ”

Wang Xuebin shook his hand vigorously, and the waiter didn't care about his original neat hairstyle with hairspray, so he turned around and left quickly.

He leaned back in his chair as if he were angry, reached out and picked up the wine glass on the table next to him, and drank it down in one gulp, regardless of whether it was alcohol or a drink.

His eyes were fixed on the blonde man who looked to be dying, and his bald head seemed to be aroused by the sound outside the arena, and he held the blonde man in one arm and raised the other arm high, roaring at the audience outside the arena.

The audience outside the venue echoed with him, the bald man was greatly satisfied, and outside the venue, the rich second generation also stood up, raised the wine glass in his hand with the other front-row personnel, and greeted the bald head in the field.

Wang Xuebing took a deep breath, and he turned his head and swept over to the audience seat sitting left and right.

There was only one person sitting to the left and right, and the person opposite him was obscured by the fanatical person, and he couldn't see the situation on the other side.

Wang Xuebin smiled coldly.

The show has just begun!

Just as the bald man finished his carnival, he reached out to the opponent he was holding.

His opponent didn't slide out of his elbow like a loach as he would have liked, and his body fell to the ground with a crisp sound, drowned out by the surrounding.

For Wang Xuebin, it sounds like a pleasant piece of music.

The blonde rolled on the spot, stood up neatly, and swept away the decadent appearance of the previous bag.

He moved his previously dislocated arm, looked around the cage, and finally fixed his eyes on Wang Xuebin.

Wang Xuebin gave a thumbs up.

"Hey!" The blonde man looked at the bald man. "Now, it's time for me to move my muscles!"