"Hit him, get on!"

"That's it, hit him, hard, left hook, right hook!"

"Defend, defend, block!" Under the boxing ring, the crowd of melon-eating people was more excited than the two boxers on the stage.

Aaron saw that the old brother next to him didn't open the beer in his hand, and he was shaking there vigorously, so he took it, but the old brother didn't react at all, and he didn't notice that his beer was gone, but continued to chant with his hands clenched into fists.

As one of the visitors raised his fists to signal his surrender, the atmosphere on the field became more and more enthusiastic.

"Well, let's congratulate him, Mr. Dima, on his victory, and is there anyone else planning to challenge it? If not, then the prize goes to Mr. Dima! The waiter in charge of the host asked as he stood in the boxing ring in a black bunny girl outfit.

"Well, it looks like no one, so ......"

"I'm here to challenge!" A drunken brawny man pushes through the crowd and jumps into the ring.

"Goo-toot!" Looking at the strong man who was two meters tall, Dima on the side couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Sir, please ask your name!" Although she was interrupted from speaking, the bunny girl presided over her dissatisfaction very well, and then asked with a smirk.

"Baby, you're going to be shouting loud later!" The drunk grinned and tried to rub the oil, but was avoided.

"Hey, it's boring, let's fight, I'm ready!"

Although his opponent was a head taller and much stronger than him, Dima did not flinch, but ran to the side of the stage and kissed a girl, and then looked at his opponent with his hands.

After confirming that both players were wearing protective gear, the referee shouted to start.

At the beginning of the game, the drunk pounced on Dima, hit three heavy punches in a row, Dima kept shaking from side to side, dodged the heavy punch, and then pumped Leng Zi gave the drunk a hook, the drunk rubbed his chin, spit out a mouthful of saliva, and then strode forward, left and right bows, Dima protected his arms in front of his face, blocked all this attack, and then when the drunk retreated to recover his strength, Dima slid forward, punched, and then slipped sideways to avoid the counterattack, straight punch, block, and then Dima smashed a right hook on the drunk's temple.

"Whew!" The drunk staggered back a few steps, then fell to his knees with a thud, then slammed face down.

"Oh oh oh!" Dima looked excited, and although he was already panting and sweating, he still raised his fist to signal to the audience.

"Very good, Di Ma has won a streak, so we should congratulate ......"

"Wait!"

The bunny girl who presided over the game rolled her eyes, and then three or four strong men squeezed onto the stage, and after helping the drunken man who fainted, he was headed by a bearded man who was more than two meters tall and weighed 200 pounds, and looked at Dima.

"Very good at fighting, have you practiced?"

"Amateur boxer!"

"Do you dare to fight me?" The bearded man smiled contemptuously.

"Sir, our game is over!"

"No need for a prize, dare you, coward?" After saying this, the bearded man spat at Dima's feet.

"Dima! No! The girlfriend in the audience hurriedly dissuaded her boyfriend, and Dima shook her fist and prepared to leave, and then the bearded man said: "Get out, go back to your mother's arms and breastfeed!" Rubbish! Then he spat again, this time directly on Dima's body.

"Hey, you're going too far!" Ash saw it in the audience and wanted to go to the stage to reprimand the bearded man, but Dima made a stop gesture and turned to look at the bearded man.

"Yes, that's it! Let's see who's mommy's little baby! ”

The two men posed, and then Dima took the lead with an uppercut, which the beard blocked, then a punch to Dima in the chest, followed by a left hook, a right hook, and then a toppercut to knock Dima back.

Dima then launched a counterattack and tried to attack quickly, but was parried by the beard, who then controlled Dima in his left arm and landed a quick right hand in Dima's face.

After more than a dozen punches, Dima fell with blood on his face.

"Rubbish!" After the fight, the bearded man was very happy and stood on the stage to show off his might.

"Is there a doctor?" Dima's girlfriend cried and shouted.

Aaron hurried forward and tried to check the damage.

"Broken nose bridge, eye bleeding, concussion cannot be ruled out, and immediate medical attention is required!"

"Hey boy, get up and fight!" After the bearded man turned around, he found that the audience was scolding him, and he was furious, and tried to come forward to mend the knife to Dima.

"He's already lost, there's no need for this!" Aaron stopped the bearded.

"You want to care, gray-haired boy, you want to try it too?" The beard is extraordinarily arrogant.

"Aaron, don't be like him!" Ash would have wanted to go back to his room and pull out his gun.

"Hey, there's another little white face hiding behind a woman, beauty, do you like him?" The bearded man turned to provoke Ash.

"You ......" Ash was about to turn around and call Bob when he saw Aaron stand up.

"How do you want to fight?" Aaron turned around with a smile and looked at the beard.

"Tsk, the little white face is stimulated!" The bearded man and his companions began to laugh.

"Aaron!" Ash and the others looked anxious.

"It's okay, give me thirty seconds!"

"Yes, thirty seconds, little white face, when you fall, I'll have a good chat with the beauty!"

The bearded man took a few steps back and assumed a fighting stance.

"Yellow fingers, years of smoking, taste in the mouth, alcoholism, liver problems, first attack on the knee, then hit both ears to make it unbalanced, then hook to the face, then hit the liver with a heavy punch, uppercut to solve the teeth, and finally straight punch, estimated recovery time: three months!"

Aaron, who had a strategy in his heart, flashed, his body was lowered, and the heavy punch with the sound of the wind smashed directly on the inside of the beard's knee, the beard screamed in pain, and his body began to tilt, and then Aaron's hands were knife-shaped, hitting the bearded man's ears, and then knocking out several of the beard's teeth with one punch, and then the right fist struck, beating the beard's liver, and then adding an uppercut punch to knock out the beard's remaining teeth, and then a straight punch knocked the beard to the ground.

"Whew!" The onlookers immediately began to cheer, and Aaron jumped off the stage without looking back.

In the midst of a boo, the bearded companions slipped away with the drunk man and the bearded man, while Aaron was surrounded by a circle of bearded men to take a picture with Aaron.

"Cheers!" While taking a group photo, the enthusiastic onlookers also brought beer to Aaron, and Aaron was so enthusiastic that he had to drink one cup after another.

He couldn't remember exactly how Aaron got back to the room in the end, except that he was holding a warm nephrite body and long white hair in his arms.