Silence often brings not tolerance, but it is likely that it is gaining momentum.

Looking at the tormented expression on Uncle Zhou's face and the eyes that had to endure, it is easy to tell that this kind of thing has not happened on the first day. In the changing room that is not much bigger than the public bathroom, laughter is still endless. Seven strong men with upper body are all on the left, and there is a large open space in the middle. Uncle Zhou's thin body in a suit, and Shang Yang, who is just a new arrival, are isolated on the right.

In fact.

Shang Yang was not surprised when he heard the three words "silly son" from them. When he first came into contact with Zhou Fei, he felt that this person was not very mentally. Even if he was just a small sparring role, he could not have no verbal communication and would fight when he came up. The mechanical exercise gave people a feeling that it was too rigid.

"Dada..."

At the beginning, the strong man walked over with his neck shaking. Except for one sitting on the long changing sofa in the middle of the locker room, the rest stood aside, with a smile showing anticipation.

Shang Yang and Uncle Zhou were also sitting on the sofa changing clothes, right at the door, with their backs facing everyone.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and they are heard.

Uncle Zhou's face showed unconcealed tension, and his whole body began to tense.

Shang Yang next to him was very surprised. Logically, everyone was doing boxing in the same boxing ring, without personal conflicts, and it would not be like this in the audience.

"Bang..."

A pair of big hands that were wide enough to grab the basketball, slapped Uncle Zhou's neck on the erect neck, shaking Uncle Zhou's body. Then the owner of the big hands slowly sat next to him, his eyes narrowed into slits and said in a slight joke: "Old Zhou, I haven't responded to me when I talked to you just now, what's the suggestion? If you marry a wife, you will use it with a silly son. I have already decided on your way out for you. After giving birth, you can be both a grandfather and a father. Zhou Fei has a brother, otherwise what will he do in the future? Look at his stupid look, how can he live when you die?"

Shang Yang turned his head and stared coldly at the person sitting next to him.

"hehe…"

Uncle Zhou smiled awkwardly and turned his head. He pretended to be indifferent just now and was blocked in front of him. He couldn't escape it. But it was not a resistance, but followed the topic and said insincerely: "Save money, and after you save enough, you will get married for him. Then we will have a wedding banquet for you. Everyone will come, give you some support and give face, and we also need personal popularity..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the few people behind him sneered.

"real?"

The strong man next to him lit up his eyes and joked: "No matter whether they are going or not, I must get the venue. Nothing else, just when I enter the bridal chamber at night, Xiaofei is not skilled and can still guide me. I guess he can't learn it, but you can rest assured that he doesn't know how to come. The bridal chamber will definitely make it lively..."

The words just now were already naked humiliation, but now, humiliation undoubtedly adds another level.

There are so many sacred words about wedding nights, but when the protagonist changes, he will become dirty.

"Lao Hei, why do you come? Think we are having a good meal?"

The sound of laughter was remembered on the other side of the locker room.

Lao Hei, the nickname of the man sitting next to Uncle Zhou, is indeed darker in his skin.

"Yes, we are all from the same company, and we share the same blessings and difficulties. Zhou Fei's wedding night, you clearly show that you don't treat us as brothers and don't be righteous!"

Lao Hei turned around and agreed, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, it's not my wife anyway, let's come together..."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and grabbed Uncle Zhou's neck with a force that was obviously heavier. He lowered his head a little bit, stared at Uncle Zhou's side face and said, "Old Zhou, don't be angry when I say that. You can hear that it's all for your stupid son. After all, the first impression is very important. If you are really unhappy, you can also share it together. Let's talk about skills together!"

"hehe…"

Lao Zhou continued to smile awkwardly, not knowing how to respond, so he lowered his head and refused to respond. He didn't even dare to look at Lao Hei next to him, and he looked like he was bullied.

"Bang..."

Lao Hei patted Uncle Zhou’s neck again. If nothing unexpected happens, Uncle Zhou, who is definitely less than 100 pounds, trembles again after being photographed.

"If you speak, do you agree or not, but don't worry, whether the child you gave birth to is ours, the neighbors, or the beggars on the street, we will ask his surname to be Zhou, and no one will argue with you!"

"Take your hands away!"

Before the people behind had time to laugh, they heard a cold voice coming. As expected, it was Shang Yang next to him. Although he had never experienced hard work in the workplace and had watched a lot of TV, he knew that there were always so-called colleagues stabbing the knife in his back. It would be fine if it was someone else. Shang Yang would not speak up when he was paired up, but he was just asking for some old Zhou in the word "father".

He had already been so angry that his blood was churning, his face turned red, and his fists were clenched with both hands.

Lao Hei was stunned when he heard this voice.

Not only him, but even the strong men watching the show gradually tightened their smiles. They put down their arms that they were holding, stood up against the wall, and stared at the front seriously.

The expression on the old black face gradually became colder.

Before he could speak, he saw Uncle Zhou suddenly panicked and said, "Brother Hei...Brother Hei, don't be angry. Xiao Shang didn't understand the rules when he was just here. I didn't tell you, sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, I'll calm down my fault."

Seeing Uncle Zhou’s skillful begging for mercy, it has been more than once or twice.

"Get out!"

Lao Hei did not become restrained because of his begging for mercy, but instead became more and more intense. He stared at Shang Yang with his eyes tightly. The arm that grabbed Uncle Zhou's neck did not loosen, but suddenly exerted force. Uncle Zhou's body popped out of the sofa in an instant. Lao Hei's arms were almost as thick as Uncle Zhou's calves. The force can be imagined. Uncle Zhou lay on the ground unexpectedly, and with a bang, he fell heavily.

There was still Uncle Zhou between the two just now, but now there is no one.

Lao Hei said word by word, "Not only did not give it away, I also threw it out for him. What can you do to me?"

"Swish..."

Shang Yang instantly stood up from the sofa and prepared to fight back. Some of them were beaten to death in his dictionary, but not scared to death. In other words, he wanted to regain the scene with something else, but when people had nothing, they seemed to have only fists left.

Seeing this, the few people behind him walked over together, leaving only the man sitting on the sofa between the two rows of lock wardrobes. He was very calm, his eyes did not blink, and his face was not sad or happy.

The girls call them walking hormones. Judging from the muscles on their bodies, they do reflect the strong charm of men. When these muscles come over, it is obvious that they are not going to fight. Only a few people have the attitude of black clouds pressing against the city and wanting to destroy them.

At this moment, I heard a "cry".

The door of the room that Shang Yang had just entered was opened.

A middle-aged man in casual clothes came in from outside. He was not tall and at first glance he was an ordinary person. He had no characteristics. He could not be called kind-hearted and had a bit of a fierce face. His appearance made the atmosphere in the room frozen suddenly. Shang Yang didn't know him just now, but as long as everyone in the boxing ring knew, this person was called Ge Zhong, and others were called President Ge. He was responsible for the daily affairs of the boxing ring, and his status was except for the two managers.

Mr. Ge found out the situation as soon as he entered the door, frowned slightly, and looked unhappy.

"Mr. Ge..."

"Hello Mr. Ge"

These walking hormones no longer had the momentum they had just now, and they shouted obediently like cats, constantly nodding and bowing.

If you can fight... it is indeed better to have the right!

Mr. Ge did not respond immediately, looked down at Lao Zhou, who was pushed to the ground by Lao Hei, who was still blushed with pain. He knew that the old man must have been bullied just now, but he did not ask. Every place has unique rules for each place. At least the four words "The Stage of the Grievance" are an eternal truth.

"It's all free and easy. I have the energy to stay on the stage and make trouble. Whoever dares to make trouble will get out of here!"

Mr. Ge shouted sternly.

Hearing his voice, these people were all silent, and even Lao Hei, who was the most arrogant just now, lowered his head and smiled.

Mr. Ge said that he would not come back every ten days or half a month on weekdays, and he would not know even if he had a fight again. After that, he looked at Lao Zhou who had completely stood up, looked at Shang Yang again, and asked, "Are you here to fly for the fool?"

The fool Fei should be Zhou Fei.

Shang Yang nodded: "I'm here to serve Brother Zhou..."

When Mr. Ge heard the reply, he looked Shang Yang up and down, and then shook his head without leaving any trace. This look was much different from the boxer's figure in his perception, but he did not deny it. After all, Lao Zhou and his son were also a big gimmick in the boxing gym. The fool flew. Every time he won a game, he would shout at the boxing gym, "I want to make money and get a wife." He really gained a lot of people who were willing to buy tickets to come in and see it.

As a manager, Mr. Ge naturally knew that sometimes he had to put some water on.

Qingpiaopiao said: "Be prepared..."

After saying that, he looked at the strong man sitting on the sofa in front of him, turned around and walked out.

Shang Yang then noticed that when others became frightened, the strong man didn't even move. He just understood the look left by Mr. Ge, and then stood up. Wherever he passed, everyone else took a step back, gave up the road, walked to the door, and did not go out immediately. He stopped and looked at Shang Yang.

He said, "Your name is Shang Yang, right? I have heard of you. My brother was following you all day long, and those who opened his mouth and shut up were all Brother Shang saying that he didn't even listen to my brother's words, but this is not the one you have seen. You can make a name for yourself by relying on ferocity. There are rules here. Just now, if Mr. Ge hadn't come in, they wouldn't have anyone to take care of you if they were crippled and thrown out, because boxing is risky. This door is equivalent to signing an agreement..."

He said, raising his hand and patting Shang Yang on the shoulder, "It's more courageous and lacks brain... It's not a chance to take revenge. Your opponent today is Lao Hei, be prepared..."

After saying that, he let go of his hand and walked out of the door.

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Xiong..."

Shang Yang didn't say anything, but Lao Zhou's face was full of joy, as if he was being guided by a master of knowledge. Until the door was closed, he had not yet withdrawn his eyes.

"Boy, you're lucky. Don't beg for mercy when you come on stage later. I originally planned to beat the fool's flying shit, but unfortunately, today I beat you to kneel on the stage. Don't admit defeat if you have the will!"

Lao Hei turned his hands and fists together, making a standard provocative move.

He finished speaking, leaving only a contemptuous look, and then turned his head and walked aside.

The other strong men looked at each other with disdain, with anger in their eyes, but they all remained silent.

The locker room suddenly became silent.

Uncle Zhou raised his hand and grabbed Shang Yang's arm again, feeling scared, and said two words in a mosquito-like voice, "Thank you..."
Chapter completed!