"Still not stopping your apprentice?"

Seeing that Chu Mo knocked down the British ghost, Fatty Bo was shocked, hugged Chu Mo from behind, exerted all his strength, his eyes turned red, and shouted loudly.

And at this moment, the tall ghost officer rushed up and smashed a punch in Chu Mo's face;

The so-called beating people does not slap the face, at this time Chu Mo was furious, jumped and flew up with long legs, and slammed it on the chest of the ghost officer;

There was a sound of a broken sternum, and the ghost officer was kicked away, and a blood clot came out of his mouth, presumably a fragment of internal organs.

Looking at Milos and Officer Ghost Guy who fell to the ground without moving, Hong Zhennan and the others were stunned, and even Chu Mo regretted that he impulsively killed this Milos because he had ruined a mission.

"Why don't you rush to the hospital for treatment?"

Fat Bo was even more frightened, and although Hong Zhennan felt that Milos had no chance of surviving, he still yelled.

"Master Hong, what should I do? Your apprentice beat the Englishman to death! ”

Fatty Bo's whole body trembled like sieving chaff at this time, and he was so frightened that he almost became incontinent, Hong Zhennan was not much better than Fatty Bo.

Chu Mo's expression was the calmest, because that side quest was completed, and he didn't regret killing these two British ghosts.

Anyone who has watched the original drama knows that this ghost police officer bullied the Chinese, did all the bad things, and killed many people, and his crimes can be described as unspeakable, and not killing is not enough to anger the people.

"Amer, you are too impulsive, now that you are like this, the British will definitely not let you go!"

After a long time, Hong Zhennan spoke with a heavy expression.

"It's okay, Master, have you forgotten about my father's friendship with Yang Muqi? It's just killing two British ghosts! ”

Chu Mo made a very relaxed expression, which relieved Hong Zhennan, and then went home and told Chu Heng about the killing of the British ghost.

Chu Heng didn't say anything and went directly to see Yang Muqi, and his face was particularly ugly when he came back.

"Dad, what did Yang Muqi say?"

"That dog thief told you to fight the British boxing champion in seven days, and if you win, the killing of the British ghost will be revealed."

"And what if you lose?"

Chu Mo didn't expect the matter to be solved so simply.

"He asked me to collect your body, I can't imagine that this dog thief is so ruthless and unjust!" Chu Heng's face was very ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Dad, don't worry, in the battle after seven days, the person who died will definitely not be me, just a British ghost, I don't care about it yet!"

Chu Mo chuckled, with his current strength, he really didn't believe that the British could beat him.

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Seven days later, the so-called Huayang boxing tournament finally began.

Chu Mo's father and grandfather Chu Zhenwei both arrived at the scene and were arranged by Yang Muqi to be by his side.

"Old Master Chu, do you think this time it will be your grandson who wins, or our British Hercules Connor?"

Yang Muqi never intended to let Chu Mo go, the Milos killed by Chu Mo was born in a nobleman, and he had to give an explanation.

"Haha, the governor laughed, the old man naturally thinks that my grandson will win!"

A trace of disdain flashed in Chu Zhenwei's eyes, and he laughed and spoke.

In fact, he had already seen Chu Mo easily lift a thousand catties of giant ding, which was simply the overlord in the world;

Hercules? In front of Chu Mo, the British ghost guy is a fart Hercules.

"Oh, the old master of Chu has so much confidence in Ling Sun? The old master of Chu may not know that the Hercules Connor sent by our British this time learned the ancient yoga technique from the ancient Indian masters, and he has a divine power, which is rare in the world? ”

Yang Muqi sneered in his heart, a yellow-mouthed kid who has not dried up is their opponent of the British Hercules Connor? At the same time, he did not forget to open his mouth to stimulate Chu Zhenwei.

"Haha, that old man is looking forward to the divine power of your British Hercules!"

Chu Zhenwei laughed and said, and at the same time bit the word "Hercules" very hard, what divine power can compare with his grandson?

As for the ancient yoga technique, Chu Zhenwei didn't pay attention to it at all, in his opinion, that kind of dancing kung fu, in front of Chinese martial arts, was simply like a baby, ridiculous.

Yang Muqi naturally heard Chu Zhenwei's teasing tone, but he didn't believe that Chu Mo could be the opponent of Hercules Connor.

On the other side of the ring, Hong Zhennan sat with Ye Man and the others, looking at Chu Mo who was recuperating in the ring with his eyes closed, with a worried look on his face.

"I knew that I shouldn't have taken Chu Mo to a venue at that time..."

Hong Zhennan had a look of remorse on his face, he had taught Chu Mo martial arts since he was a child, and he knew Chu Mo's impulsive character very well.

"Master Hong, you don't have to worry too much about it now, with the martial arts of the Chu brothers, it is enough to defeat the British ghosts..."

Ip Man is very clear about Chu Mo's huge strength, even if the British guy's body is beaten with iron, he can't bear it.

"Yes, Master Hong, this kid has already obtained your true inheritance, aren't you still at ease..."

"The British ghost, even shouting on my Chinese territory, I don't know how thick the sky is, Amer, kill him..."

Master Luo and Master Zheng naturally echoed on the side, and they admired Chu Mo's strength very much.

Seeing that everyone was very optimistic about Chu Mo, Hong Zhennan could only pray in his heart that Chu Mo would defeat his opponent, walked under the ring, and opened his mouth to remind Chu Mo.

"Amer, since the ghost guy dares to be called a strong man, the power must be not small, you should be careful..."

"Master, wheel power, the ghost guy is not worthy of lifting my shoes, don't worry..."

Chu Mo is carrying a huge force of 2,000 catties, what does the British ghost grandmother compare with him?

Suddenly, at this moment, the host excitedly introduced loudly into the microphone.

"Audience friends, everyone is looking forward to it, the Huayang Boxing Tournament is about to begin, first of all, we welcome our British Empire's Hercules Connor with warm applause!"

As soon as the words fell, a very strong man appeared, this man with beautiful lines, dark skin with a healthy color, a blond hair fluffy draped over his head, and this person's eyes were very fierce, like a beast, as if he were a golden lion.

When Chu Mo was looking at the ghost, the ghost was also looking at him

The murderous aura of this strong man was undisguised, his eyes stared fiercely at Chu Mo on the field, and suddenly the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a cruel smile.

"Fat eats rice!"

The ghost guy stepped forward and stared at Chu Mo with disdain.

"Speak human words, don't talk nonsense!"

Chu Mo was also a high-achieving student before he crossed over, so he could naturally understand the meaning of this ghost, but he was very unhappy and scolded him directly;

Seeing that Chu Mo didn't seem to hear it, the ghost guy pointed at his chest and shouted.

Since you are looking for your own death, let me beat you, and it is difficult to be gracious, I am afraid that how can I not be as good as you wish?

Chu Mo sneered, and the "Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest" in the Tiger and Crane Twin Fist suddenly struck, hitting the ghost Connor in the chest with lightning speed.

The ghost's face changed drastically, and his body unconsciously took five or six steps back.

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