In the past two days, Ma Guocai has basically been in a state of idleness, in addition to practicing martial arts, practicing yin and yang, and refining the innate true qi in his body every day, he runs to shooting clubs and plays with all kinds of firearms, which is difficult to see in China, and there are too many in foreign countries. To be honest, it is really a sad thing for martial arts to encounter firearms. Maybe the master doesn't pay attention to one or two people with guns in front of him, after all, he has flexible hands and quick eyes, but when he encounters a row of machine guns, he can only hang it. He is now sure to deal with one or two frontal guns, after all, the robbery still needs to be controlled by people, as long as you predict the opponent's shooting position, it is easy to dodge the bullet.

As for the investigation of Wang Hui's matter, this matter is not urgent, he is not a policeman, nor is he the person in charge of the torture hall of the old social sect, so he can drag anyone to investigate. These things are completely understood by Du Feng when he usually chats with people.

Ma Guocai also asked Tang Jun, and knew from his few words that Wang Hui had always been very easy-going in the past, and he had no grudges with anyone, not to mention that he had been a coach in the martial arts hall, and he would not have a conflict of interest with anyone, which basically ruled out the possibility of vendetta. Now the direction, the focus is still on the black boxing.

In the morning, Ma Guocai was about to go to the shooting club, Du Feng hurriedly found him, pulled him to a corner, and said: "There is news, just Sham called me, saying that there was a boxing match for me to participate in the evening, I told him that because my family did not allow me to participate in it again, so I recommended a friend who was better than me in kung fu to replace me and participate in the boxing match, and he asked me to take you over at night." ”

When there was finally news, Ma Guo asked, "Oh, did he say where to go?"

Du Feng shook his head and said, "It's not clear yet, there will be a temporary notice when the time comes." ”

"Looks like they're cautious!"

Ma Guocai is also going to the shooting club. Just stay in the gym. Watch people practice boxing. Sit back and wait for news. Shortly after dinner, I waited for the news.

The two did not go directly to the venue of the underground boxing match, but first went to a hotel room to fight Sham first. Ma Guocai finally saw it, this guy who fought black boxing with Wang Hui. A white man in his thirties and forties, tall and strong, at least more than 1.8 meters, wearing a suit and tie, looking like a businessman. There were also four men who looked like bodyguards by his side. One black and two white, all of them are strong and tall, with cold eyes, and they know that they are not easy to mess with at a glance.

When Sham saw him, he smiled and said, "Oh, Du, is this the friend you said you were talking about? ”

"Yes, he's better than me. Du Feng said.

"OK!" Sham said to a white man behind him, "Kirby, you go and try him." ”

Kirby stepped forward and clenched his fist. looked at Ma Guocai contemptuously, and said with a cruel smile: "Oh! I don't know if you can take my punch!"

Du Feng knew that this was Sham's temptation, so he stepped aside.

Ma Guocai watched Kebi's every move, and stood there very casually: "You can try and know." ”

Kirby roared, mercilessly, and punched him in the head.

Ma Guocai knew as soon as he looked at his shoulder, what move he was going to make, and he also kept punching, punching at his fist, hitting out, he didn't plan to waste time, just hit the opponent hard.

"Bang!"

"Ahh His eyes stared at Ma Guocai angrily.

Ma Guocai looked at him indifferently and said, "We are Huaxia, please don't call us yellow-skinned monkeys, OK, otherwise, I won't guarantee next time whether your teeth are all there." ”

Sham glanced at one of his men behind him, who went out with a screaming Kirby.

"Slap," Sham applauded, "Very good, young man, although Kirby is just an ordinary boxer, but you can make him lose his combat effectiveness with such a direct punch, it really makes me look at it differently, what is your name?"

"Qingfeng!" Ma Guocai naturally didn't say his real name, but only his own Tao name.

"OK, Qingfeng, I allow you to participate in the boxing match in place of Du, welcome, my friend. As Sham spoke, one of his men brought a glass of wine to each of them. Sham raised his glass and welcomed him in.

Ma Guocai also raised his glass politely, hoping that if he knew that Wang Hui's death was related to you, then you would not live long.

After a while, Sham led them out of the hotel and into a van. The car turned around and drove for more than half an hour before stopping.

Ma Guocai is only in this foreign country, and he is completely a road idiot, and he doesn't know where to go.

The car seemed to be parked in an abandoned factory, and Sham motioned for everyone to leave their phones and other things in the car, instructed one of his men to stay in the car, and led them inside.

There were a few big men guarding the door, and when they saw their group, they just took a few instruments and scanned them, and when they saw that there was no problem, they let them in. When I entered the factory, I found that the lights were bright, the voices were boiling, and the fight was already starting on the boxing ring of the central iron cage.

"Shoot him, shoot him... GOGO... fuck...", the surrounding crowd let out all kinds of shouting and swearing.

Sham left them and one of his men here, and he walked through the hallway to another place. They simply watched the boxing match here. Inside the iron cage, a black man with a muscular and inverted triangle figure, and a slightly thinner, but also muscular white man, shirtless PK. None of them wore any protective gear, and it was completely hand-to-hand combat. In the eyes of Ma Guocai, the fight inside is more like a boxing match, with uppercuts and straight punches, depending on who is flexible, strong in attack, and straight to go. After falling to the ground, the opponent will still attack.

There was no referee inside, and after about ten minutes of fighting, the white man was knocked to the ground again, his whole face was already bloody, the corners of his mouth and eyes had already been broken, and he was lying on the ground, unable to fight again. The staff opened the cage and came in to carry the white man out.

After the black man won, he roared in the cage like a raging black bear. Shrugged over barbed wire.

The people around him began to cheer when they won the bet. Those who lose throw away the pieces of paper in their hands. Scolding.

Another of Sham's men came over and took him backstage, where he was seen again with the downed white man, who was being treated by the paramedics and carried him out of the room.

The man told him that in one more game, he would play. Let him rest here and prepare for it. After explaining, he went out. There were only staff members left in the room, and there was a boxer sitting on a chair with muscles all over his body, sitting in that picture of you don't mess with me, whoever provokes me I will beat whom. It seems that most foreigners who are engaged in sports have well-developed limbs.

A bell rang outside, and the white man sitting in a chair got up and went out. It seems that he is on the field.

Equestria heard the cheers start outside, as if the boxing match was about to start again.

At this time, the staff came over. He asked, "Hi, friend, you don't need to change your clothes later?"

"No need!" Ma Guocai was still wearing a casual sportswear. He wasn't going to change his clothes, and if it was all the fighters he had just seen, it wouldn't be really challenging for him. He took out a hundred dollars from his pocket, handed it to the staff member who had just spoken, and asked, "Do you have a high death rate in boxing?"

Seeing that the inquiry was not a secret matter, the staff accepted the money and said, "No! We rarely die here, this is just a primary boxing ring, as long as the opponent falls to the ground, loses the ability to resist, or admits defeat, it is considered a victory." Only the legendary high-level black boxing match will be easy to die. ”

Ma Guocai was curious: "Oh, I'm fighting for the first time, can you tell me a little about it?"

"No problem!" The staff member smiled and said: "A boxing match like ours is mainly composed of two parts, one part is that some amateur fighters challenge the ring, if they win the ring, they can get part of the bonus, this part of the bonus is not high, probably only thousands to tens of thousands of dollars; Another part is that some bosses, with their own professional fighters, come here to challenge. ”

"Oh!" Ma Guo understood and nodded: "Thank you!"

After about half an hour, the fighter who had walked out on his toes was carried back.

"Bang Bang

There was a foreigner outside, holding the microphone, and began to speak: "Ladies and gentlemen, today, we have welcomed another challenger of the Demon King Hank, a kung fu master from China - Qingfeng!"

"Get out, yellow-skinned monkey, shhhh

Ma Guocai listened to the voices outside the court, and his heart couldn't help but be angry, when we were civilized, you didn't know what to do in that pimple! Wait a minute, I will let you see what Chinese kung fu is!

The host raised his hand outside, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then shouted loudly: "Friends, gentlemen, I know that everyone can't wait, next, let's welcome, our demon king Hank is here!"

Immediately there was a warm welcome and applause in the field.

"Hank, I love you... Hank, I'll buy you to win..."

From the other exit, a black-brown strong man slowly walked into the ring, the muscles of his whole body seemed to be made of reinforced concrete, and he looked very hard, looked at Ma Guocai contemptuously, raised his fist, and greeted the cheers outside the arena.

Ma Guocai looked up and down at this demon king named Hank, he should be the top fighter in this boxing arena, since he is called the demon king, he must not be weak. If you look at the muscles, you know that it definitely has a very strong ability to resist blows, and its strength is not weak, and if you take a punch, it will definitely not be good. With a penetrating attack like his muscle thickness and Yin Jin, it is difficult to hurt the internal organs, unless the Yin Jin is practiced to the level of slapping bricks through tofu. It seems that only with real strength is the best choice. (To be continued......)