"You, your Wing Chun kung fu is so good?"

"Didn't I say that I used Wing Chun to fight against Ip Man, and the result was a win."

"Okay, okay, Master Li, I believe it, okay, don't say that it doesn't matter if you fight with Ip Man, you now say that you discussed swords with the Wuyue Sword Sect in Huashan back then, I believe it."

On the way back to the martial arts hall, Liu Mo talked to Li Mu in a low voice.

Megumi Oda walked in front of the two and entered the martial arts hall first.

At this time, the rolling shutter door in front of the martial arts hall has been completely pried open by this group, and it can't even be collected, and the glass door behind the rolling shutter door has also been broken, and the glass ballast has been shattered, and the interior of the martial arts hall is even more messy.

Seeing that the martial arts hall that was cleaned hard every day was plagued like this by these people, Oda Megumi squatted on the ground, put his head into the crook of his arm, and said nothing, his thin shoulders trembled slightly.

Li Mu frowned and touched Liu Mo with his elbow.

"What's next?"

"Let's find Tian Hui and his father first, it's like this, we can't ignore it."

Liu Mo sighed, then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

At this moment, Tian Hui also stood up, she didn't complain, she didn't lose her temper, but rubbed her red eyes with the back of her hand, silently went to the counter and took out a broom, sweeping up the broken glass all over the ground.

Li Mu sighed, took the initiative to step forward, and Okita Megumi stretched out his hand.

"I'll do it."

Megumi Oda shook her head, a little stubbornly sweeping the broken glass on the ground.

Li Mu didn't want to persuade him anymore, so he turned around silently and picked up the equipment that rolled to the ground first.

"Hey, I, Liu Mo, well, I just came back, do you know where Lao Tian went? Wait, what place do you say? Damn, why did he really go? Okay, I got it, I'll get back to it! ”

Before Li Mu could clean up twice, Liu Mo put down the phone and came over with a black face.

"Something's wrong?"

Seeing Liu Mo's solemn face, Li Mu asked in a low voice.

"Hmm."

Liu Mo nodded and glanced at Megumi Oda.

"We'll go out later, and we'll talk as we walk on the way."

"Okay."

Liu Mo turned his head and pretended to be smiling.

"Xiaohui, I'll go out with your Uncle Li, you stay in the martial arts hall, don't run around, I called A-Yuan over, he will help you find someone to repair the door and clean the martial arts hall later."

Tian Hui is an extremely sensible child, even if he has some guesses in his heart, he didn't pester Liu Mo, but nodded vigorously, and said, "Uncle Liu, don't worry, I won't walk around." ”

"Okay, when Uncle Li and I come back, I'll bring you something delicious."

After speaking, Liu Mo glanced at Li Mu, and the two walked out of the back door again.

……

As soon as he got out of the martial arts hall, Liu Mo anxiously ran to the main road and raised his hand to call a taxi.

Li Mu saw Liu Mo's burning appearance, frowned and asked, "What happened?" ”

"Master Li, things are in trouble, Xiaohui and his father went to participate in the iron cage fight in the underground ring in order to pay off his gambling debts, if we don't hurry up, I'm afraid we may not be able to see the last side of that bastard."

"Iron cage bucket? Is it also a fighting match in the ring? Li Mu asked.

"Sort of, but it's much more savage than the ring game on the bright side, you should have played a cruise race in Yangcheng, the rules of the iron dragon fight are similar to that, but a little different......"

"What's the difference?"

Liu Mo exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said with a pale face: "The iron cage fight in the underground ring does not allow the players to surrender, only if they lose consciousness, or die, it will be over." ”

When the words fell, Li Mu couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly.

This rule is clearly set out to be a fighter who wants to compete, and fight to the death!

Such a barbaric way of playing is no different from the slave arena in ancient Rome!

At this time, Li Mu finally realized the urgency of the form, and hurriedly followed Liu Mo into the car.

Soon, the car poured into the traffic and sped towards the far suburbs, far from the city center.

Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a palatial hotel.

In the suburbs far away from the city center, building such a luxurious hotel is a foolish thing that no businessman can do, but after Liu Mo's explanation, Li Mu understands that the hotel is just a pretense, and people make money, not by this.

Sure enough, after Liu Mo entered the lobby, he didn't pay attention to the front desk at all, but went straight to the elevator at the corner, and Li Mu also followed him closely and took the elevator straight to the top floor.

"Ding."

With a soft sound, the elevator doors parted left and right, and a wooden baffle in front of them, flanked by black curtains, blocked all view, and several staff members in black suits were staring at the two of them, looking like they were looking at each other.

However, when Liu Mo said a few words casually in Thai and handed out a black card, the expressions of these staff members immediately turned into smiles, and at the same time, they turned around and let them go together.

Liu Mo picked up the curtain with a familiar car and took Li Mu into the venue with him.

In the air, the pungent smell of smoke and the faint smell of fish are intertwined, the noisy shouts of several different languages are intertwined, which makes people's eardrums hurt, and the dim lights of the rows of chandeliers above their heads cannot illuminate the surrounding environment at all, but the people who are shaking are dizzy.

The rows of spectator seats are staggered, encircling the iron cage in the middle, and a boxer in the iron cage is holding his fist high, desperately smashing down, with each punch falling, it will arouse countless scarlet and dazzling blood flowers, as well as the almost boiling cries of the scene.

"Master Li, this way!"

In this noisy environment, Liu Mo subconsciously raised his voice and walked forward with Li Muchao.

The two walked up the steps all the way to the edge of the distance iron cage.

At this point, Li Mu could clearly see that the boxer who was pressed under him had already lost his human form on his face, his chin and the bridge of his nose were almost covered with blood, and his entire right arm was completely twisted and bent to the side......

At this time, he was already more out of breath and less in air.

For any other match, it was over, but here, whether it was the live audience or the indifferent referee in the octagonal cage, they were completely indifferent, still allowing their opponents to attack wildly.

Finally, the boxer, who was paralyzed on the ground, lost his reaction.

The referee stepped forward to separate the two, reached out to probe the loser's snort, shook his head, and got up to make a crossover gesture, implying that the man had completely lost his breath.

"Whew!"

"Oh!"

There was a burst of cheers and voices from the scene.

In this fierce cheer, the defeated staff dragged their legs, like dragging a dead dog, and dragged the loser out of the iron cage, leaving only the winner in the cage, raising his arms and shouting, showing off his might.

"Damn, it's still a step too late!"

At this moment, Liu Mo, who was talking to the staff by the iron cage before, suddenly scolded.

"The next game is Tian Zhikang's bastard, it's too late for us to save him now!"