Boss Li took the lead and walked in, took off his mask, sat down on the couch opposite the burly middle-aged Mo Baikong, and took out a cigarette.

"Brother Zhao Ling, please be seated. ”

Boss Li looked at Zhao Ling, patted the seat next to him, and said in a very polite tone.

Boss Li's polite tone made Mo Baikong and the others look at Zhao Ling with slightly squinted eyes.

I saw Zhao Ling take off his mask and sit down without any scruples on Boss Li's side, while Secretary Yuan and Ning Hongyu stood behind.

Boss Li handed Zhao Ling a cigarette and lit it for him personally.

Boss Mo's eyes narrowed very little when he saw this scene, and said with a smile: "Who is this little brother?"

Obviously, Boss Mo misunderstood, thinking that Zhao Ling's identity was not simple, otherwise how could Boss Li be so polite to him?

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Boss Li sneered, ignored Boss Mo, and picked up the contract on the table to take a closer look.

These are two contracts, one is a life and death contract, and the other is a gambling contract, which is established after signing and pressing the thumb print, and if you lose after signing, you will not be given money, waiting for legal sanctions.

Boss Li carefully read the contract, and handed the life and death contract to Zhao Ling after no problem.

Zhao Ling took it, picked up the pen and wrote down his name, and then pressed the thumb print, and there was Chu Feng's name and thumb print on one side.

"Haha, just his small body still wants to fight my brother-in-law?"

When he saw that it was the life and death contract signed by Zhao Ling, the handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes couldn't help laughing.

"Shut up, here is your junior to speak?" Boss Li glared, his eyes full of majesty.

"Cut!" the handsome young man pursed his lips, turned his eyes to the big screen, and said no more. His name is Mo Qingxuan, Mo Baikong's son.

Boss Mo didn't show a look of banter, but his expression became solemn.

Zhao Ling's indifferent eyes didn't put himself in his eyes at all, he could have such a heart at such an age, in his opinion, this son must not be simple.

In addition, from Boss Li's attitude towards him, Boss Mo was even more dignified, and he was faintly a little uneasy in his heart.

The resolute young man's eyes were very flat and thoughtful when he looked at Zhao Ling.

"The next fight, tonight's 21st vs. 22nd, this is the data and fighting video of the two. The betting time is ten minutes, please open your mobile phone and enter the black app to place your bet. ”

At this time, the battle on the big screen was over, the twentieth beat the nineteenth, and the field resounded with surging curses and laughter.

Zhao Ling glanced at the fighting video of No. 21 and No. 22 on the screen a few times, and said lightly: "Boss Li, press me 100 million on No. 21." ”

"Good. Boss Li didn't talk nonsense at all, took out his mobile phone and entered the black APP, pressing the 21st 100 million.

"Xiao Liu, press 100 million 22. Not to be outdone, Boss Mo said lightly. Now he doesn't pretend to smile anymore.

"It's the boss. The man in the suit responded.

Next, Boss Li and Boss Mo have never looked at each other squarely, let alone hypocritical words, I don't know what deep hatred they have.

On the screen, under the ring, two men wearing masks and muscles came on the field.

The red mask is the number twenty-one, and the blue one is the number twenty-two.

As soon as the two got on the field, they began to fight together as soon as the referee started.

It's really fist-to-heart, and they're fighting with their lives for some money.

You punch, he punches, this kind of fighting, obviously to see who can be beaten more, whose fist is heavier, there is no technical content at all.

However, it is this kind of fist-to-flesh fight that can arouse the hormones of the spectators.

There's only one rule of fighting here.

It is not allowed to lay the body.

Both of them punched extremely fast, using an undefensive stance to attack each other wildly.

The more they fought, they were panting and sweating profusely, but their eyes were still full of fierceness.

After about twenty minutes, Twenty-One roared, and with every drop of strength in his body, he slammed a fist into the door on the left side of Twenty-two.

This punch directly knocked No. 22 to the ground and convulsed, unable to get up.

The audience resounded like a landslide and a tsunami.

The body of Twenty-One on the fighting platform was shaky, gasping for breath, and his body was injured.

"In this game, the 21st won. At this point, the referee on the stage announced the result.

The referee held up the microphone and said loudly: "The next ones to play are the twenty-third and twenty-fourth, this is their fighting video, and the betting time is ten minutes." ”

"Hell, it's really the twenty-one that won. Mo Qingxuan was surprised.

Zhao Ling leaned on the sofa, glanced at the fighting video of No. 23 and No. 24, lit a cigarette, took a light breath, and said lightly: "Two hundred million pressure No. 24." ”

"Good. Boss Li said with a smile, pressing 200 million each on Zhao Ling and himself.

"Uncle Mo, press the twenty-fourth. ”

Seeing that Father Mo was going to fight against Boss Li again, Chu Feng, who was sitting on the side, reminded.

"Hehe, Brother Zhao Ling, did you hear that?" Boss Li suddenly said inexplicably.

Zhao Ling nodded: "I heard it." ”

"Twenty-three good two hundred million. ”

Boss Mo bit the cigar in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Alas!"

Chu Feng shook his head and took a probe.

"Brother brother-in-law, will you really win on the twenty-fourth?" Mo Qingxuan asked in a low voice.

Chu Feng said: "Seventy percent will win." ”

He was very helpless, he really responded to the old saying, die to save face and suffer crimes!

"Brother-in-law, I believe in you. Mo Qingxuan said with a smile.

"The next one is for us, do you want to prepare?" Mo Baikong forcibly suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and said in a deep voice.

"Oh, I don't know what Boss Mo needs to prepare?" Zhao Ling said with interest.

"For example, have an ambulance ready. Mo Qingxuan smiled disdainfully: "In front of my brother-in-law, with your small body, you can go to see black and white impermanence with one punch." ”

"A waste like you, I can kill you with one finger. Zhao Ling glanced at Mo Qingxuan and said indifferently.

"Loaded. Mo Qingxuan sneered.

"Mo Baikong, you calf owes discipline, when will it be his turn to speak here?" Boss Li said with a calm face.

"Hehe, what does it have to do with you whether you owe discipline or not? What Qing Xuan said is what I want to say, what's wrong?" Boss Mo chuckled.