Zhou Qingfeng didn't use much force. He just has strong hand-eye coordination, fast muscle reactions, and punch-to-fist and hard clashes with Goryeo sticks.

That 'Brother Chengxian' fell, in pain.

None of the spectators in the ring expected this to be the case. Only Eve was sure that it was Zhou Qingfeng who won, and shouted happily, 'Victor, Victor' cheered.

In the event of an accident at a fighting match, the organizers of the party are still prepared. After all, such a party organization can make a lot of money at a time, selling marijuana, engaging in promiscuous sex, spreading AIDS, these are not big deals. But if someone is killed, it's not good.

After the Goryeo stick fell, a doctor hurriedly got into the ring and quickly judged that it was a torn shoulder ligament, which was not a matter of life and death, and was just sent to the hospital.

In order to fight, Zhou Qingfeng took off his shirt, wore boxing gloves, and climbed the fence of the boxing ring to look down. It's mostly young white people at the bottom, and it's weird that an Asian is the winner.

In particular, this Asian has an excellent figure, thick chest muscles, and distinct abdominal muscles, which is very surprising from the image of Asians in the eyes of ordinary white people. Some booed, and many more wanted to hurry up for the next one.

In the crowd of people in the audience, the 'little wild cat' just now was humming unhappily. The bodyguard reminded a few words, saying that the Asian on the stage was not bad, and it was normal that she couldn't win.

"But why did I run into him so coincidentally? There are hundreds of ordinary people here who don't know how to fight, and as a result, I was eliminated in the first round. "The round-faced 'little wild cat' wears glasses, and it should have a very quiet temperament, but when it opens its mouth, it is angry.

Another bodyguard left to ask, and after a while came back and said, "That Asian had a conflict with another group of Asians, and someone deliberately arranged for him to fight with us, trying to get us to teach him a lesson." ”

The 'little wild cat' frowned when he heard this, and scolded in a low voice: "I hate being calculated. ”

"Who dares to calculate the little princess of the Morin family?"

This sentence came from the crowd for no reason. A strong bodyguard led the way in front of the head and stuck in front of the 'little wild cat'. Behind the bodyguard, a chubby middle-aged white man led a woman with heavy makeup over.

When the 'little wild cat' saw this fat white man, his face was immediately full of disgust, and he turned his head and left, refusing to say a word to the other party.

The fat white man shouted 'Little Morin' a few times, but failed to keep the other party. He could only reach out and put his arm around the waist of the woman with heavy makeup, laughing at himself: "It seems that this young lady of the Morin family really doesn't like me." ”

The woman with heavy makeup also broke the fat white man's hand around his waist, and sneered: "A man like you, who really doesn't like it?" Even I think you're disgusting. ”

"What are you talking about?"

The fat white man suddenly became angry, and reached out again to forcibly hug the waist of the woman with heavy makeup. But as soon as he stretched out his hand, his finger was grabbed by the woman with heavy makeup and folded. He screamed in pain, so he could only squat slowly along the force of the reverse bend and call for the bodyguard to help.

The bodyguards around didn't expect the woman with heavy makeup to turn her face when she said that she would turn her face, so she wanted to do it to rescue. But the strength in the heavy makeup woman's hand increased again, and at the same time she snorted coldly: "Do you want me to break the fingers of this bastard?" ”

The fat white man was dying of pain, and several bodyguards didn't dare to make a mistake, so they could only raise their hands to show that both sides were calm.

Only then did the woman with heavy makeup let go of her hand, turned away, and walked into the crowd.

The fat white man was able to let go, rubbed his fingers with bared teeth, and scolded unconvinced: "This bitch is really spicy, but I like to conquer such a woman, I must sleep with her tonight, I have to torture her well." ”

The woman with heavy makeup hooked up with the fat white man when he entered the venue. The former has a charming temperament but has always been cold, ignoring the fat white man, but not directly refusing, but making the latter more interested and ambitious.

In the ring, the first four rounds end in turn, and the top four are produced.

The woman with heavy makeup stood in the audience, and after a while, she smelled the strong fox odor mixed with men's perfume. She frowned slightly, but she could only forcibly endure it, holding her breath very unpleasantly.

The fat white man who approached seemed to have learned a lesson, and instead of forcibly reaching out to his waist, he pretended to be forced and said: "This kind of fighting match is a game, and the level is very low. If you're interested, I can introduce you to some professional black market boxing matches, which are definitely exciting. ”

The woman with heavy makeup tilted her head slightly, disgusted with her face.

The fat white man was even more itchy by her, and he didn't know what this woman wanted? He tried to get closer, but the woman with heavy makeup grabbed a passing party organizer and asked, "I heard there will be a car race later?" ”

The organizer responded, but shook his head and said, "Sorry, the race is private, not open to the public. When the ring is over, our DJ will keep everyone on the fun. Beauty, do you want some marijuana? Or something even more exciting. ”

The woman with heavy makeup shook her head, "I like racing, and I heard that your drivers here are good." How can I participate? ”

The organizer still shook his head, "Sorry, it's exciting to race at night, but we don't accept female drivers." But we accept racing girlfriends, and if you can convince a driver to take you, you can also run a lap. ”

High-speed racing cars can get your adrenaline pumping, bringing great excitement and pleasure. There is a strong racing culture in European and American societies, and young people even go to the death to experience the sense of speed.

Hearing the woman with heavy makeup say that she wanted to race a car, the fat white man was very happy, and hurriedly said, "Little girl, maybe you can take my car." I'm going to be in a car race later, and you can be my race girl. ”

The woman with heavy makeup was very disappointed, glanced at the fat white man again with disdain, waved her hand and refused: "I'm not interested in being a racing girl, I just like racing." ”

The fat white man, who has been rejected repeatedly, really couldn't help it, and couldn't help but whisper: "Little bitch, what do you want?" Stop pretending, I know you're seducing me. But you've gone too far, and if I get angry, your fate won't be good. ”

"Really?" The woman with heavy makeup snorted coldly, and said coquettishly: "This is angry? Mr. Morrison, no wonder no one likes you. You want to sleep with me, you can. Just be my racing buddy. If you can finish the race without being weak, I'll let you go. ”

"Do you know who I am?" The fat white man asked in surprise.

"Poor Morrison, I can smell you a hundred yards away, how can I not know you?" The woman with heavy makeup also deliberately distanced herself, "Do you want to gamble, be my racing man, if you win, you can ravage me." ”

"You're mocking me." The chubby white man's face is shaking. His bodyguard stepped forward to try to separate him from the woman with heavy makeup, for fear that the two sides would have another physical altercation, and even more so to prevent the fat white man from doing anything risky.

The conflict between the two sides was about to start, but there was a sharp girl near the ring cheering and shouting, 'Victor, Victor, you are amazing.' Hold on for one more round and you're going to win'.

The sound was so peculiar, because except for this girl shouting, most of the other audience members remained silent and looked at the ring with a ghostly expression - Uncle Zhou had just beaten a strong man down with one punch, relaxed and freehand, as simple as blowing a breath.

Now a fool can see that this Asian boxer is completely pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. He is obviously far stronger than everyone present, but he still has to pretend to play everyone up. It's no wonder that the white-skinned young people on the scene can be happy.

Eve was excited, she never thought that the male partner she was dating would be so strong. She shouted like a burst of her voice, because just now Zhou Qingfeng had already announced that if she won, a thousand euros would be hers. It's just because this luck is brought by her.

That's what I said, of course.

Eve was overjoyed.

It's just that it's unknown how many shots will be taken afterwards.

Because of these excited 'Victor', the heavy makeup woman's attention turned to the ring.

Because she also knows a 'Victor' who is particularly capable of fighting-Uncle Zhou is holding the boxing ring fence again, looking triumphantly at the stupid white-skinned young man below.

"Victor?" The woman with heavy makeup also exclaimed, obviously recognizing Zhou Qingfeng on the stage. Zhou Qingfeng's gaze swept across the audience, and he also glanced at the woman with heavy makeup. He also frowned and stared, feeling that the woman was familiar.

The two looked at each other like this, and the fat white man, who was already angry, was even more unhappy. He turned out to be an Asian in the stands to win the prize, so he didn't get angry, and said coldly: "This is our territory, go and beat that yellow monkey out of the ring." ”

The two bodyguards of the fat white man are extremely strong, both are professional boxers, and they are also very unhappy with Zhou Qingfeng on the stage. Originally, they had no interest in this kind of playful boxing fight, but now that the boss has spoken, they have agreed to it.

Zhou Qingfeng has reached the finals, but his real opponent did not come up, but was replaced by a strong man in a suit. Eve shouted 'Hey, you fouls' from the audience, while the other white-skinned young men cheered and cheered.

It's all fake to talk about equality these days, and no race really likes to be surpassed by other races. Young people who grow flowers don't like too many white skins and in China, and young people abroad don't like to have an Asian to steal the limelight.

A wave of anger was stirred up.

The white skin in the audience felt that Zhou Qingfeng was the one who cheated. Because he's too strong to come to this kind of competition. And now with an opponent of the same level, this is the real fairness.

The organizer of the party still wanted some face, and asked Zhou Qingfeng if he was willing to give up? And bluntly said that they were under pressure and could not refuse the request of a strong man in a suit.

"It's okay, it's all a matter of one punch anyway." Uncle Zhou is extremely confident in his fists, "Strong or weak, the result is still the same." ”

The organizers had never seen such a confident person as Zhou Qingfeng, but the strong man in the suit took off his coat, took off his watch, and put on his boxing gloves. But this guy refused to wear a hood, thinking it was too boring to wear, and ......, "That yellow monkey can't hit me, they don't know what fighting is." ”

The fat white man in the audience also became excited, cheered loudly, waved his hand and shouted: "Kill him, kill this guy hard." These yellow monkeys are only worthy of doing arithmetic problems, and fighting is a real matter between us men. ”

The loud shouts shook the audience, and there was a lot of uproar.

Even Eve was frightened, and she realized that she was the only one on Victor's side. Everyone else seemed to want him to die.

The fat white man turned his head to look at the woman with heavy makeup, and asked proudly, "Beauty, you seem to know this kid." How many rounds do you think he'll last?

I bet on three rounds. If he can make it through three rounds, I'll let you go. If he can't hold on, hehehe......"

The fat white man laughed lewdly, and wanted to reach out to hug the waist of the woman with heavy makeup.

The woman with heavy makeup slapped away the fat white man's hand, and still said calmly: "If your subordinates win, I will go to the ring and strip naked now, and let you play with it in front of everyone." But I think you're still worried about what to do if you lose? ”

"Are you serious?" Thinking that he could ravage this arrogant woman in public, the fat white man was full of excitement. Without hesitation, he agreed: "If you lose, I'll be your racing man." ”

In the ring, the referee announced the start of the final match.

The sturdy bodyguard unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, raised his arms, and approached Zhou Qingfeng with flexible steps. He was snorting and drinking, his eyes were fierce, and he kept changing direction, looking for Zhou Qingfeng's flaws.

In the audience, the white-skinned young man shouted wildly, and the sound shook the wilderness. They couldn't wait to see Zhou Qingfeng on the stage killed on the spot, see his head explode, and see him turn into rotten meat.

The sturdy bodyguard attacked, a heavy punch in the backhand, powerful and unstoppable.

The opponent's fist is howling.....

Zhou Qingfeng directly kicked sideways!

Kick you bastard!