The boxing champion competition is the highlight of the Zhao family's underground boxing ring tonight. Almost everyone present came to appreciate the event. They were extremely eager to see the exciting scene of the punches and flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Generally, before the ceremony begins, there are appetizers as usual.

Who is the appetizer? Under the operation of Zhao Qingshi, it is naturally Zhang He.

"Zhang He, according to my requirements, the first and second games must be won, and it is overwhelming to defeat the opponent. But in the third game, no matter who appears, you can only lose." Jin Ming stood next to the ring and said in a serious tone.

"Do you have to lose?" Zhang He asked with confusion and reluctance.

"Yes, you have to lose. Only if you lose can you take away that money. Otherwise, if you know the rules, not only are you in danger, but even your family members may not be out of the matter, they will..."

"Shut up!"

Jin Ming wanted to continue threatening and intimidating, but Zhang He became furious and his eyes flashed with a fierce light, "Jin Ming, listen to me, I know what you are planning, it's just that you want to make more money."

"I can act as your tool to make you money, but if you dare to talk to my family, I swear you will definitely pay the price! I have family, and I believe you have them too. Let's see who is more cruel than who!"

A dangerous aura hit his face, Jin Ming couldn't help but shivered, and then looked at Zhang He with a little more fear.

"Don't be excited, I'm just a friendly reminder. You have to do things after you collect the money." Jin Ming plucked up his courage and shouted with a harsh and cowardly look on his face.

"You don't need to point fingers when doing it." Zhang He said coldly.

Dangdang.

Just as the two of them quarreled, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the boxing ring, and all the noise disappeared. Everyone's eyes gathered on a person who had just appeared, which was the referee arranged by the Zhao family.

The referee is called Zhao Quan, who is good at skill and is the referee tonight.

"Everyone, tonight is the grand ceremony of my Zhao family's underground black boxing, and there will be a wonderful drama to start later. Before the drama begins, there must always be appetizers to warm up the scene. Tonight's appetizers are guaranteed to satisfy you, because the one who is about to compete is our first boxer."

"He is like an energetic tiger. You can't imagine his huge potential. Every punch he swung is so powerful, and his image will make the female compatriots cheer him..."

Zhao Quan's extremely luxurious and praise words immediately mobilized the curiosity of the audience.

"He is the Siberian tiger-Zhang He."

Zhao Quan pointed his arm behind him, and Zhang He's figure slowly walked out, and his body like a giant bear made the audience exclaim as soon as it appeared. He was wearing a suspender vest on the upper body and black tight-fitting pants on the lower body. His muscles were tightened into pieces like steel, emitting a strong masculine aura in the light.

"Damn it, it's so strong, no wonder it's called Siberian tiger. It's really awesome."

"Look at the fist that looks like an iron bowl, it's really going to be hit. My goodness, I'm afraid the bone will break on the spot, right?"

"Silgeon Tiger, could this kid come from the Northeast?"

...

Just as everyone was exclaiming and admiring, Ji Nian and Li Weiyang, who were sitting in the VIP room, stood up from the chair. Their purpose was to find Zhang He. Now that they saw that their good brothers finally appeared, how could they remain calm?

Looking at the brother who used to sleep in the upper bunk, now he has become a chess piece platter that is plagued by the black fist underground, an inexplicable sense of shame and anger suddenly arose in Li Weiyang's heart.

"Zhang He..."

"Xiaoyang, don't be excited, don't be impatient." Song Tan couldn't help but remind him when he noticed something was wrong with Li Weiyang.

"Cousin, he is Zhang He, a good guy in our dormitory. I can't watch him go on the field to fight. This is an underground black fist, and all those who come here are a group of desperate people. Although Zhang He looks tall and big, he has never experienced such a life-and-death battle. At best, it's just a fight. If I don't pull him out of this pit, he might be beaten to death." Li Weiyang's eyes were blood red, and he stared at Zhang He on the field.

"You can't be impulsive, either."

Song Tan grabbed Li Weiyang, pressed him back on the chair, and said in a solemn voice to Ji Nian who was still standing: "Ji Nian, Xiao Yang, I know you are very worried about Zhang He's safety, but don't forget that this is the underground black boxing world, and there are your own rules here."

"From the beginning of Zhang He's step, no one can take him away with him openly. Whoever dares to do that will not only provoke the Zhao family, but will also become the public enemy in the whole audience. Well, you may say that it's to save people, and it doesn't matter if you become the public enemy. But the result of that is that you not only can't save Zhang He, but also trap yourself in. Is it worth it?"

"I..." Li Weiyang's cheeks turned red.

Ji Nian took a few deep breaths to adjust his condition and said calmly: "Brother Tan, as long as we can save our brothers, we will do whatever we can even become public enemies in the audience. But what you said is right. If you take action rashly, it will not only cause unnecessary trouble, but it will not even save Zhang He. So what should we do to take Zhang He away?"

Song Tan narrowed his eyes slightly, swept over the referee Zhao Quan with a playful look, and said slowly: "Did you hear Zhao Quan's words just now? There is only one appetizer tonight, that is Zhang He."

"So if you want to save him, unless anyone of you can fight on his behalf. If you guess correctly, the Zhao family will definitely fight on Zhang He. Even if Zhang He is a fierce Zhang Fei, he will definitely not be able to hold on. In the end, he will only lose a lot. So whoever can replace him can save him?"

Is it enough to replace Zhang He to fight?

A strong fighting spirit emerged from Ji Nian's heart. If I really force it to that extent, I will definitely take action. With the energy of the palm of my hand, I don't believe anyone can defeat me, even in the wheel battle, I will stick to the end.

"Of course, maybe I guessed wrong. Maybe Zhang He wouldn't be so unlucky. He might not have the chance to win all the way with his physique." Song Tan patted Ji Nian on the shoulder, pulled the latter back to the chair, and said earnestly, "Let's take a look for it for the time being, don't do stupid things recklessly, so as not to backfire."

"Thank you, Brother Tan, for your reminder." Ji Nian nodded and thanked.

"You guys are all polite, brothers, why are you?" Song Tan smiled and picked up the tea next to him to moisten his throat. "Don't worry, you two. If it really comes to that dangerous moment, I will definitely stand up and ask to stop the game. I believe that the Zhao family will not tear me apart for a boxer."

"Let's do it for now." Ji Nian nodded and secretly muttered in his heart: Zhang He, if you should admit defeat, you must not hold on.

Center of the ring.

Zhang He looked a little unnatural. After all, he stood here just because he was short of money, and he was doing this without telling it. He felt guilty when he thought of being stared at by so many people, and he felt indescribable nervousness.

But since he has made a choice, can he still retreat? Of course not. He has already walked here, so he must not retreat.

There are only three matches left and right, and he can leave with his money after the three games ends. In this case, then fight!

Zhao Quan held everyone's reaction in his eyes and sneered at Zhang He in his heart. As Zhao's helm, he knew very well why Zhang He would be treated as an appetizer. Although he felt a little sympathetic to Zhang He, he would not show mercy when he was really on the table.

"The one who faced off against the Siberian tiger Zhang He was Liang Bo, who was good at karate."

With Zhao Quan's announcement, a man who walked out of another passage was obviously much thinner than Zhang He's strong body, but the sharp momentum emitting between his eyebrows gave people a feeling of being unscrupulous.

Almost as Zhao Quan finished speaking, the audience was in an uproar.

Even Zhang He's cheeks couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"I'm not right? The one who played the battle turned out to be Liang Bo, a karate master."

"Who doesn't know that Liang Bo is the leader of underground black fist. He has learned karate since childhood. He can be said to be a master of practical combat. He has achieved ten wins in ten battles."

"The most important thing is that Liang Bo has been famous for a long time, but Zhang He debuted as a rookie. There is no way to compare with his combat experience."

"This is not an appetizer, it is clearly abusing the food."

"Hehe, the wonderful drama is about to begin."

...

When such an uproar sounded in his ears, Huang Liuyan, who was sitting in the VIP room, said with a flattering smile: "Young Master Zhao, you are so big when you come up. Even if you have the ability, you can only fail. Do you want to decide the outcome in one game?"

"One game determines the outcome?" Zhao Qingshi raised his lips, outlining a little sinister arc.

"Since you have planned to humiliate Zhang He in the third game, there will definitely be no accidents ahead. Don't worry, Zhang He will win in the first two games, but I want him to win all over his body, and I want him to win with the most humiliating and saddest posture."

Huang Liuyan's heart trembled violently, this move was cruel enough.

Zhao Qingshi had clearly agreed to Liang Bo and the others that he would beat Zhang He to death, so that everyone would understand that Zhang He's victory was completely designed on purpose, and what he wanted was to trample on Zhang He's dignity with such cruel methods.

If this is the case, how can Zhang He meet in the future?

Ji Nian, how much hatred do you attract? Zhao Qingshi would torture Zhang He to death like this, just to humiliate you? If someone knows that Zhang He’s miserable end was entirely yours, how would you deal with it?

"It turned out to be Liang Bo's first battle? Is the Zhao family trying to abolish Zhang He?" Song Tan said in surprise.

"Brother Tan, this Liang Bo is very awesome?" Ji Nian asked worriedly.

"Liang Bo is a trump card of this underground black fist. In this way, the Zhao family divides their boxers into four levels: diamond, gold, silver and bronze. Liang Bo is the silver level. This is not counted. Every time this guy makes a move, he will be bloody. As long as he has fought with him, he will be either injured or disabled. When dealing with a newcomer just now, the Zhao family will set up such a lineup to challenge him, and his heart is punished!" Song Tan said coldly.

"What should I do? Zhang He is definitely not his opponent!" Li Weiyang looked anxious.

"Sir Zhao Qing..."

Ji Nian was angry.

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Chapter completed!