After playing with the child for a while, Ferrant handed the girl to the young Chinese woman, kissed her forehead gently and said, "Dear, give me a few minutes, soon."

The young Chinese woman looked at Zhou Wenqiang and Ma Jingsheng who were slowly approaching. When she saw Ma Jingsheng missing one arm, she said worriedly: "Mike, don't hurt others anymore, you promised me."

"Dear, I promise this will be the last time. Soon we can leave here and live a happy life in the Lighthouse Kingdom, I promise in the name of God!"

The young Chinese woman seemed to have seen such scenes. She did not take the children out of the workshop, but took the Chinese girl to the temporary second-floor room, looking at Zhou Wenqiang, an uninvited guest.

Ferrant turned around and said coldly: "You cut off the horse's arm?"

His Chinese level is barely enough to communicate, which should be the credit of the young Chinese woman.

"That's right, if I want, I can cut off your arm."

Zhou Wenqiang glanced at Ma Jingsheng: "You have nothing to do, stand aside."

"Ferrant, my name is Zhou Wenqiang."

"You are Zhou Wenqiang?"

Ferrant's pupils dilated slightly, and he looked at Zhou Wenqiang carefully and excitedly: "I heard you are very awesome? Zhou, did you cut off your horse's arm and surrounded him here for Zhiren Primary School?"

"I have to say that among black people, you are a smarter guy."

Zhou Wenqiang looked up at the young Chinese woman and the girl and said, "For the sake of your wife and children, I may be able to spare you, but the condition is to tell the person hiding behind you."

Ferrant's face changed slightly: "What are you talking about? Ferrant is very powerful, no one can stand behind me!"

"You fart!"

Zhou Wenqiang snorted coldly: "Are you a reckless man in the black boxing business, and you are worthy of real estate? What house are you going to build? Is it a steep rooftop mud thatched house in Africa? What is your real estate company name?"

"Since you have heard of me, I believe you know that I have a bad temper. Your stupidity may cause your wife to lose her husband and your children to lose their father."

"There are two thousand people outside now. As long as I say something, they will rush in and cut you into pieces!"

Hearing the last sentence, the young Chinese woman turned pale and shouted: "Mike, don't!"

Ferrant's face changed and he stared at Zhou Wenqiang fiercely and said, "Three minutes! If you can hold on with my fist for three minutes, I will tell you who 'that person' is. Otherwise, please take your people away and don't harass my family again..."

Zhou Wenqiang raised his eyebrows slightly, and Ferrant, the underground black fist boss, was actually a soft heart in his heart, and there were people he wanted to protect desperately.

Smiling and nodding, Zhou Wenqiang said, "As you wish."

The two walked up to the boxing ring located in the center of the workshop and saw Ferrante ready to wear boxing gloves. Zhou Wenqiang shook his head and said, "No need, I want to try how powerful your fist is, and you don't need to wear such things."

"Zhou, you're so proud that if I don't wear gloves, I can kill a bull, and it doesn't take three minutes."

Ferrant grinned, misstepped his body, his left shoulder sank slightly, his fist protected the face, his right arm was like a half-month swing, and his fist hooked towards Zhou Wenqiang's cheek.

It was indeed Tyson's strength at his peak. While Ferrant punched, there was a slight explosion in the air, and the punch pressure made Zhou Wenqiang feel a little uncomfortable.

The power of this punch is definitely more than one ton!

The footwork is fast and exquisite, the punches are fierce and clean. This punch can definitely kill ordinary boxers and is a boxing champion.

Zhou Wenqiang raised his left arm slightly.

'Bang!"

Amid the explosion, both of them shook slightly.

It seems to be evenly matched.

But Ferrant's weight is definitely more than 180 kilograms. After several improvements to his basic quality, Zhou Wenqiang is currently 173 tall and weighs only 130 kilograms. He is slender and has a "devilish figure" as Bai Yue'e said, but he is completely different from Ferrante's heavyweight class.

"How is this possible? A little thin man actually took my fist head-on. Is he still a human being!"

Ferrant punched Zhou Wenqiang in the arm, feeling like steel. His fist was numb and he couldn't force the other party to take a step back.

I was secretly surprised.

The opponent is fighting at a higher level, but the power he shows is not inferior to him, which shows that the opponent's overall strength is definitely beyond him.

"Three minutes, start now."

Zhou Wenqiang laughed, and didn't use his legs and feet to bully Ferrant. He spread his body, took the devil's steps, rubbed and rubbed...

It was like a light butterfly, flying beside Ferrant, his fists fell like rain, and his fighting style was clean.

Ferrant could also have offense and defense at first, but when he hit the midfield, he had more defense and less attack.

A pair of thick arms were raised to protect their heads and chests, and they felt like countless crazy bulls were on their arms one after another. The arms were already so painful that they were almost blown up by the opponent several times.

"This Chinese must be a devil, ah!"

Ferrant suddenly became crazy. After Zhou Wenqiang's punch, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth, and nipped it hard at Zhou Wenqiang's right ear.

He was originally a very clean boxing person, but he started as a boxer and finally became the owner of an underground boxing ring. He was invincible in the boxing ring and had never been forced into such a miserable situation. This time he was really angry.

Two and a half minutes had passed, but for two minutes, they were beaten by this "slim" Chinese. Ferrant finally exploded with the beast attribute hidden deep in his body.

whisper!

"Damn! This bastard..."

Zhou Wenqiang was a little amused and cried. He quickly lowered his body, shrank his head and hid his neck, avoiding Ferrant's wild beast kiss, and at the same time, he threw Ferrant's huge body nearly 200 kilograms out of the boxing ring with a force.

Although it has an iron shirt to protect the body, the ears are the softest part. The biting force of ordinary people is still amazing, let alone this beast? Zhou Wenqiang dared not take risks.

Ferrant was thrown to death and could not stand up for a long time. Zhou Wenqiang sneered, jumped out of the boxing ring and came to him.

"Sir, we admit that we lost, please don't hurt Mike..."

The young Chinese woman screamed and rushed down the stairs with her child in her arms. Seeing her nervous expression on her face, she obviously had a real relationship with Ferrant.

"Oh, tell me why I want to spare him?"

Ferrant lost, and speaking out that the mastermind behind the scenes is at most a fulfillment of his promise. As for whether to spare his life, it depends on Zhou Wenqiang's mood.

This guy has been the boss of an underground boxing ring and has been accused of the tiger and occupied Zhiren Primary School. He probably has done a lot of bad things. Even if he is willing to fulfill his promise, Zhou Wenqiang can still kill him.

"Mike is a good person, and his benefactor of our mother and daughter. Sir, please..."
Chapter completed!