The time is approaching evening, and the city of Mangu is bustling with activity, and the famous Lanpini Boxing Gym has already been opened. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is not a formal open day, but it is a private black market boxing match, which is probably not very high, but it will undoubtedly be more intense and even bloody.

Wearing a red boxing cape, Abbot was leaping into the break room. On the bench in front of him sat a middle-aged man with a dark complexion and a somewhat fat figure. It was Wu Ming in disguise, and his identity was Aibo's full-time coach. As for the fair woman next to her who is colluding with the venue personnel, there is no doubt that she is the super thief Holly.

There was no problem with Aibo's participation card and security deposit certificate, and the venue staff came to ask, just because he was a temporary substitute, and he should come over to confirm one or two as usual. Oddly enough, the supposed local Muay Thai master somehow lost contact and had to be drawn down from the roster, so the fighter with no track record was brought up.

"He looks pretty good...... "The thin, shriveled venue officer winked at Holly, "can you leave me a contact information?" If there is a competition like this, I can give priority to you and save your face. ”

"Thank you." Holly smiled, "But I have a boyfriend." ”

"That's right......" The guy laughed wryly and withdrew.

Seeing that there was no need for that fake posture, Ai Bo leaned forward with his arms down, and whispered to Wu Ming: "You say, can this matter be reliable?" "Kneel and beg for a hundred eyes to sing

Wu Ming rubbed his cheeks, although the layer of artificial skin that Holly put on him was extremely simulated, Wu Ming still couldn't adapt for a while: "You have to believe Marven, invading the host to modify the data is just a pediatric for him, and he will definitely not be exposed." And Marven has already sent the serious contestants away, and your participation is seamless. ”

"If he can't even do that, that's ridiculous." Holly clearly knew that Marvin was listening to everything through the communicator, and was still there to launch a verbal attack without relenting.

"That's not what I'm talking about......" Abbot smiled wryly and waved his hand.

"Don't worry, your opponent must be that poisonous worm." Wu Ming was obviously a little absent-minded, and was still comforting Aibo, "Marven has already found out, that guy is such a hobby, and you have also seen the registration information, it must be him." ”

Abbot was still shaking his head, looking unconfident.

"My equipment is reliable." Holly walked up to Abbot and held Abbot's arm and lifted it up, "The bandage that binds the hand is specially made, as long as it hits him, the genetic information will be in hand, shake it in front of him, and the pupil lines will be completely recorded." She patted Abbot on the shoulder and said in an encouraging tone, "So, give it a go, World Champion, you're the best of your team, a thousand times better than the mechanic I don't know, I'm convinced!" ”

"Don't make such a big number, I can't handle it if it's more than ten; But that's not what I'm worried about......" Aibo laughed twice, still hesitantly looking at Wu Ming.

This time, Wu Ming can be regarded as figuring it out.

"So you're worried you're going to get beaten ......up," he said amusedly, "don't worry, he's an amateur, and it's a bit reluctant to say he's a featherweight when you look at his size." You can do it, but we can't win because then you're going to have to play the next game and the next game...... That's going to delay our big business. ”

"Why do I think you're fooling me?" Abbot smiled wryly and raised his fists, "This shakes...... Another punch like this? According to you, Muay Thai is so easy to learn, and three-year-olds come up to compare it. ”

"Of course, this is not a complete teaching, but it is only a quick course." Wu Ming also felt that Aibo's two strokes were not enough, so he stood up, held Aibo's arms, and corrected his movements, "The right hand is shaking, and the left hand is straight...... You have to use the strength of your waist as well, and to be coordinated, the key is to move quickly...... Well, it's already close. You have talent, and if you practice for a few more years, I guarantee you can beat any opponent with this move. ”

In the midst of Holligeg's laughter, Abbot gestured twice, and by this time the radio message had already arrived, it was his turn to play, and the impromptu training could only end here. Aibo's face immediately wore the pride of an Olympic champion, and he straightened his chest towards Wu Ming: "How is it, I look quite energetic?" ”

Wu Ming gave a thumbs up, picked up the bucket and walked out.

The surrounding stands were full of people, buzzing and whistling, and this atmosphere was what Abbot knew and expected, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved, and his legs were constantly upswinging, if the starting gun sounded, he promised to be the first to reach the finish line.

But the loud voice of the on-site commentator pulled him back: "The red horn player in the next game is from Mauri Ball, and it is Bindou, who is known as the 'Little Whirlwind of the Indian Ocean'——"

"Maori balls? Bindou? Ai Bo glanced at Wu Ming, "This identity is too unreliable, isn't it?" I'm a celebrity, an Olympic champion, and there's no guarantee that no one will recognize me. ”

Wu Ming didn't reply, but Holly said with deep sympathy: "It's a pity, all the people who come here are fans, and I have to say that your glorious history has long been forgotten by the world." ”

"Well, 'Little Indian Ocean Whirlwind'." Abbot gasped indignantly, and changed into an extremely fierce expression, "This name is also quite emotional, Bindu is Bindu!" ”

In the sparse applause, he raised his arms and strode to the ring: "I'm here!" Bindu is here to kick your ass! ”

But when passing by the VIP seat, Abbot saw that the new yellow paint floor was sprinkled with blood, and the service staff was also nervously cleaning up the dirt on the ring, as if someone in the last fight had been beaten up and even vomited for dinner.

As a result, Aibo swallowed his saliva, and his eyes began to wander.

"Hahaha......" he laughed wildly as he lowered his voice and said to Wu Ming, "Shall we change our tactics again, just now?" I think I'm pretty good at running away, I'll go around with him for the first two rounds, and when he doesn't have the stamina, I'll give him another time, and then it's all over? ”

Seeing Aibo's current situation, Wu Ming felt that this suggestion was feasible, but before he could speak, Holly took the lead again: "Do you want to drag it out?" But don't forget, that poor girl may be being tortured, either with a whip, or a hammer, or a stinky man......"

"Don't say any more!" Ai Bo and Wu Ming shouted together.

"I can do it!" Aibo gasped a few times, "A shake of his right hand, a punch of his left hand...... It doesn't take me ten seconds to solve the problem! ”

"That's right, that's the right attitude." Holly pulled the ring rope and pulled Abbot up with a smile.

"Next up is the blue horn player!" The narrator continued his work, "Mysterious identity, invincible fists and feet, the rising star of our black market boxing world - Esane!" ”

Accompanied by the narrator's long voice, surrounded by seven or eight big men, a lean black man with braided hair walked out of the passage, waving his arms with teeth and claws.

Marven's information is accurate, it is really him, the poisonous insect of the black skin market!

betrayed the ancestor once, and participated in the capture of Lilac, presumably for this guy to win more trust from the big people behind the scenes, at this moment it seems that he is no longer the cowering sloppy appearance, the whole person seems to have changed a pair of skins, glowing with joy and pride from the inside out.

He is about to be promoted, and before he is promoted, in this black market boxing arena, he still wants to make a small fortune.

Wu Ming's first impression of this poisonous insect was very disgusted, and now, counting the revenge debt against Lilac, Wu Ming really wanted to go out in person and give that guy a good look on the spot.

However, Wu Ming also remembered that this time the task was in his body, so he could only be arrogant for the time being, and when the important matter was resolved, the two old accounts really had to be settled.

In the process of the poisonous insects approaching the ring, the shouts on the scene began to become louder, it seems that he is still quite popular in this kind of black market boxing match, and has undoubtedly won a certain amount of bets for his supporters, but his strength Wu Ming has long seen clearly, such a small body, such unformed muscles, may be stronger than ordinary people, compared with Ai Bo, who has received rigorous training from athletes, whether in muscle strength or speed, he is at a significant disadvantage.

"I suddenly think you should give him a good beating first, and then look for a chance to pretend defeat."

Wu Ming turned his head to look at Aibo as he spoke, but he didn't expect that the Olympic champion had obviously shown his timidity.

"Isn't he an amateur?" Abbot pointed at his opponent with some panic, "Why does he still have a belt, don't tell me it's his own copy." ”

"That's not right with you, Abbot!" Wu Ming felt bad, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious, "Do you remember your sportsmanship?" You need to fight and not scare yourself. He's no match for you, and even if he gets a belt, it's just amateur fun and you can beat him up! You have to believe in yourself! ”

"I'm sportsmanlike, but you forget, it's not my project." When Abbot said this, he was obviously a little weak-footed.

"It doesn't matter if you beat him or not, don't take it so seriously." Holly smiled happily, completely thinking of herself as a spectator watching the excitement.

Abbot, on the other hand, grabbed Holly's arm like a life-saving straw. "All I have to do is punch him, and then you throw a white handkerchief." He said with a bitter face, his tone bordering on pleading, "Remember, it's never too late. (To be continued.) )