Koshi's participation in judo seems to be a foregone conclusion.

Django, who has been thinking crankily, couldn't help but take his mobile phone and post a Weibo, "Is it dangerous to participate in judo competitions? ”

It didn't take long for a bunch of reply messages.

"Ahhhh

"I'm coming, Django I love you!"

"Brother Go, you finally posted a blog, I'm so excited, no, I can't sleep tonight."

What? Django brushed for a long time, wondering why no one answered his question?

In a few minutes, there were hundreds of thousands more comments.

Finally, someone replied seriously: "Judo is more dangerous than taekwondo and karate." ”

"Of course it's dangerous, my brother was knocked out while participating in a judo competition, and he was rushed to the hospital and told that he had a concussion."

"Brother Go, don't participate in any judo competitions, it's easy to break bones, don't participate, please!"

"If you are injured, we will all be sad."

"I've been learning judo for three months to answer that I once twisted my neck directly after being fallen, and I couldn't move in bed for a week."

"I learned judo and broke my shoulder until my bone broke, and after that, I was treated in the hospital for a long time, and I haven't been to a judo gym since I was discharged."

"I remember the first time I took a judo class in middle school, and I was almost out of breath by a 150-pound fat man, and I felt like my stomach was going to burst."

……

The more Mu Django looked, the more frightened he became.

Fracture? Cracked bones? Sprained neck? Can't move for a week?

Just thinking about it makes me feel like it hurts.

If Khasi is injured......

Mu Django didn't dare to imagine that Kexi was injured.

Can't sit still, he must stop Koshi from participating in the competition!

Now the only person who can stop Kexi is Mu Zhonglun, he thought to himself, he is afraid of his grandfather, but Mu Zhonglun is not afraid, as long as Mu Zhonglun persuades Kexi, Kexi will definitely listen to him.

However, the call to Mu Zhonglun has not been answered.

Guessing that Mu Yinan might be with him, Mu Django called Mu Yinan again, "Hey? ”

"What's the matter?" The voice on the other end of the line was noisy.

"Where are you? Why is it so noisy? Django turned up the volume buttons, "Hey? Is Mu Zhonglun with you? ”

Mu Yinan said an address succinctly, "Fight Bar, if you want to find Mu Zhonglun, come over." ”

"Huh? Where? Fight bars? Mu Django had to ask again, but the other party had already hung up the phone.

What's going on?

The two of them went to that kind of place so late.

The fight bar is an entertainment place often visited by the rich second generation, and the location is very hidden, and ordinary people don't know the specific location at all.

Django had been there once a long time ago.

The bar is located on the ground ......

Driving to a small alley, after being searched by several tall and strong men, Django stepped on the old wooden floor and walked to the first floor with the sound of "quack".

Pretty and beautiful ladies float between the tables with wine glasses.

The noise stimulates the eardrums, the atmosphere is boiling and frenzied, and people's eyes are filled with excitement, indifference, excitement and bloodlust.

Mu Django was afraid of being photographed appearing in such a place, not only wearing sunglasses, but also wearing a mask.

He used his mobile phone to call Mu Yinan again, and after looking for a while, he finally found someone.

"What about Mu Zhonglun?" He asked.

Mu Yinan picked up the glass full of whiskey, took a sip of wine, and then casually pointed to the boxing ring, "On the stage." ”

"Huh?" Mu Django looked towards the stage, and sure enough, he saw Mu Zhonglun fighting with a guy who was as strong as a bear.

All day today, Mu Zhonglun ran around, trying to prove that everything Mu Sinian said was a lie to him.

But the more he investigated, the more certain he became that his mother was a wine escort and not a college teacher at all.

"You ask Liao Yuhe?" The woman in heavy makeup smoked a cigarette and said, "I remember an old man who came to the store out of the blue and left the next day." ”

"That old man is very majestic, at first glance he is not an ordinary person, I thought Liao Yuhe was taken by the old man, but she said that the rich old man asked her to be a mother to his grandson."

The woman lazily spat out the smoke ring.

She reminisced and said: "The last time I saw Liao Yuhe, she was dressed up as a completely different person, wearing a pair of glasses, like a cultural person, she told me that she picked up a cheap son, and she would never worry about having no money to ......gamble in Macau in the future."

Thinking of what the woman said, Mu Zhonglun seemed to be crazy, and one set of combination punches after another was sharp and accurate, beating the opponent to the point where his face was covered with blood.

In an instant, there was a sound of "boo", and everyone almost shouted the name of "Basen" in unison, "Basen!" Basen! Basen! ”

Clearly, most people are betting on Basen.

Today is the "Night of the King of Fighters", as a trend in the rich circle, the rich second generation either feel fresh, or find it interesting, many people come to join in the fun, by the way to gamble a few.

Basen has won several games in a row and is very popular.

Before Mu Zhonglun came to the stage, he wore a dark red cloak, stepped on the red rope of the ring excitedly, patted his chest like a wild beast, and roared like an orangutan.

"With a record of 32 wins, 6 losses, 1 draw and 17 knockouts, he has won several heavyweight titles in a row," the drinkers talked, "and tonight's champion will definitely be him." ”

"Who would dare to challenge him? I heard that Ba Sen once forcibly ripped off a man's arm, terrifying. ”

"Anyway, I'm betting on Bason to be the champion tonight."

The others laughed and said, "Haha, so do I." ”

I only heard Ba Sen shout loudly in a rough voice, "Whoever in the audience is not convinced, I can snatch the 'boxing champion' if I win." ”

I thought that no one would dare to go on stage, but I didn't expect a tall and strong man to take off his shirt and rush up.

"Hey! I advise you to think clearly," Bason twisted his neck arrogantly, "Be careful that I will break your skull later!" ”

did not respond to his words, Mu Zhonglun kept his eyes calm, wrapped his boxing bandages, put on leather gloves, and put on mouth guards, and remained silent from beginning to end.

As the referee blew the "start" whistle, Mu Zhonglun swung his fist and hit continuously.

The two of them went back and forth, Mu Zhonglun's movements were agile, his moves were sharp and fast, and he completely had the upper hand.

When Ba Sen was beaten and dazed, Mu Zhonglun finally gave him an armbar.

The bear-like guy lay face down on the ground, and the referee ended a few seconds and ruled that Mu Zhonglun had won, and the audience let out a suppressed exclamation.

The winning man didn't get up, he spit out the mouthguard he had bitten in his mouth and raised his fist again, "Hey! Tell me who broke whose skull? ”

Looking at Mu Zhonglun's yin owl eyes, Ba Sen's eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't help but start begging for mercy.

In the audience, a voice of "Aaron, don't go too far" suddenly sounded.

Mu Zhonglun glanced in the direction of Mu Yinan, and found that Django had also come, frowning slightly.

Taking off his heavy gloves, he bit off the bandage on his hand that made him feel uncomfortable, left the side of Ba Sen, and jumped out of the ring.

"Why are you here?" He asked Django, "It can't be that something happened to Koshi, right?" ”

"I just wanted to ask you, are you a designer or a violent maniac? Why have you been fighting lately? ”

Mu Django continued to complain, and a man in black walked up to Mu Zhonglun's side, "My boss wants to see you." ”

replied with a "yes", Mu Zhonglun followed the man in black without asking a word.

Django stood still for a few seconds, completely unaware of what was going on.

Seeing that Mu Yinan had already walked far behind Mu Zhonglun, he felt worried and hurriedly followed.

(End of chapter)