Hong Kong Movies: If you don’t talk about money, then you should talk about feelings.

Many boxers took off their shirts, showing off their muscles to please the wealthy businessmen.

Here, they are like toys for people to entertain themselves, without any dignity.

Trading life for money, cruel and ruthless!

Oshima came to Ye Feng and explained: "If someone bets on you, you can get 1% profit, and you can eat better in the future!"

Ye Feng handed the remaining money to Oshima and said: "Bet me to pass the level!"

"Are you kidding? There are some rules that I haven't told you yet, you know..."

Ye Feng interrupted: "My life is mine, bet on me to pass the level, either I die on the stage, or I stand down, it's that simple!"

After saying this, Ye Feng leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

Oshima looked at Ye Feng, gritted his teeth and said nothing more.

Coming to the second floor, Du Ziping said anxiously: "How do we bet?"

Dadao patted the banknotes in his hand, "Pass!"

Du Ziping said: "Dadao..."

Dadao waved his hand and said: "Don't ask me, I reminded them, they told me to either die on the stage or stand up!"

Du Ziping gritted his teeth, "Then what should we do? You know that group of bosses, they are not short of money, they just want to save face in front of their friends, how can I tell them?"

Dadao pondered for a moment and said: "If it doesn't work, let them bet for two rounds, and the reason is that other bosses have brought many boxers, and there are too many unstable factors!"

Hearing this, Du Ziping's heart trembled, his face kept changing, and finally he sighed and walked out.

After everything was ready, Du Ziping took out the loudspeaker and shook the box beside him.

The balls with numbers 45 and 73 fell out one after another, and Du Ziping asked the guards beside him to lift them up.

Dadao hid in a VIP room.

He poured a glass of red wine and handed it to the boss in front of him, saying, "Boss Gege, don't worry, we will win the first few rounds!"

The latter glanced at Oshima, took the wine glass and said, "Why are there so many people participating this time? It was not like this before?"

"I don't know about this. It's all arranged by the boss. We can only do it!"

Gege came to the window, took a sip of red wine, pointed in the direction of Ye Feng and Greyhound and said, "How much did you bet?"

"No. 44 advances to three rounds, No. 45 advances to one round, two in one!"

Gege snorted coldly, "You know, my mortal enemy Qiu Tai is also here. I can not make money, but I can't let him beat me. Do you understand?"

Oshima nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, after two rounds, there will be an unregulated fight. No matter how powerful the opponent's boxer is, he can't hold on to the end!"

"That's the best!" He handed the check in his hand to Oshima and said, "Didn't that person say he wanted to pass the level? One million US dollars!"

VIP bosses like Gege control their own gambling funds.

In the boxer preparation area, Ye Feng reminded: "Don't hold back, survive!"

Greyhound nodded and strode towards the ring.

After Oshima recorded Gege's bet, his face changed drastically when he saw the players on the ring.

Because Greyhound's opponent was none other than Charlie, the Muay Thai master brought by Qiu Tai.

"Oops!" Oshima cursed inwardly, "I'm afraid it's dangerous!"

Gege frowned slightly, "What's going on?"

"Char is the boxer brought by your old rival. He is very strong. No. 45 may not be able to beat him!" Oshima was sweating and anxious, but he had no way out.

Gege snorted coldly, sat on the sofa with a glass of wine, and smoked calmly:

"You'd better pray that God will stand on your side, otherwise not only will I not cooperate with you in the future, but even the bosses who are familiar with me will not patronize your Fire Island!"

As he said, Gege put out the cigarette, narrowed his eyes, and seemed to be ready to wait for the end.

......

On the ring, Greyhound looked at Charles with a solemn expression.

"You are very good! You can be my opponent!" Charles said arrogantly and full of murderous intent: "But my boss told me to send you to hell today!"

After that, Charles rushed over.

The punch was extremely fast, like a tiger out of a cage!

Greyhound's pupils shrank, his legs bent, and he punched forward, blocking the opponent's heavy punch head-on.

Bang~~!

The two collided with each other and each stepped back a few steps.

Charles was surprised at Greyhound's defensive ability.

"Come again!"

Char roared and rushed up again.

The sky rocket in Muay Thai pierced Greyhound's chest.

Greyhound kicked the ground with his feet, intertwined his arms, and resisted in front of his chest.

"Boom!~"

Unfortunately, Greyhound seriously underestimated the opponent, or to be more precise, underestimated the opponent's elbow joint.

Professional Muay Thai masters have been able to pile-punch since childhood, knees, elbowsThese two parts are the top priority of their training.

When Charles saw Greyhound's reaction, he looked like he was sure of winning.

He hit Greyhound's arms hard with his knee strike, and the huge impact force caused Greyhound to fly several meters away.

If it weren't for the guardrail, Greyhound would have flown up.

After landing, Greyhound's arms trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing this, all the gamblers in the audience shouted.

Charles' boss Qiu Tai, holding a cigar and red wine, walked out of the private room and raised his glass in Charles' direction.

Some were happy and some were worried.

Ye Feng clenched his fists and kept muttering, "Get up, Greyhound, get up!"

The same was true for Oshima and Gege in the VIP box.

Charles didn't have so many ideas, and he rushed forward. Greyhound saw the other party coming up and threw a punch without thinking.

Unfortunately, Charles raised his arm and blocked it easily.

He grabbed Greyhound's arm with his backhand, and hit Greyhound's head with his other hand.

One... Two... Five...

Greyhound's vision became blurred.

Ye Feng couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed towards the ring.

Unfortunately, the guards of Fire Island were not for show.

Instantly, two teams blocked in front of him, raised their guns and threatened: "Retreat, retreat!"

Seeing this, Ye Feng could only stop and shouted anxiously: "Greyhound, fight back, fight back!"

"Asshole!" Ye Feng shouted angrily, his eyes flashing coldly.

"Get up and fight back!"

Greyhound vaguely heard Ye Feng's shouting, and his head was already heavy at this moment.

When he was about to "sleep", his memory flashed, and he remembered his first full meal.

He remembered the first words Gao Jin said to him before leaving.

"I don't want to drag Brother Feng down. I don't want Brother Feng to stand in front of us alone to protect us from the wind and rain. I've had enough of this kind of life. I am Brother Feng's left hand Gao Jin..."

"Bang..."

Charle punched down, and Greyhound's head hit the ring heavily.

Thinking he had won, Charles raised his hands and ran around in circles.

"Oh...oh...oh!"

The audience who had placed a heavy bet cheered for Charles together.

Qiu Tai laughed even more and said proudly, "Charle, you did a great job!"

The surrounding booing made Greyhound hallucinate.

"Greyhound, is this how you protect Brother Feng?"

"Greyhound, you disappoint me so much?"

"........."

Finally, Gao Jin's figure appeared, "Are you still going to hold back? Did you watch Brother Feng face Changle and Dongxing alone? Now you're leaving Brother Feng alone on Fire Island?"

Greyhound's memory stayed at the scene when Ye Feng represented Hongxing in the battle against Changle and Dongxing.

It was like a memoir in my mind.

Gao Jin roared, "Get up, Lao Jiu, you promised that you would be Brother Feng's strongest shield when I'm not here. You promised to wait until I come back, so you can't give in!"

Greyhound murmured, "Ah Jin, sister-in-law, A Yu, Uncle Huo..."

Even when Du Ziping was about to announce the result.

"Ah..."

Greyhound roared, "I'm not a burden, I'm Greyhound, I'm Brother Feng's right hand!"

Greyhound sat up again.

The audience around who didn't bet on Charles made a handstand with their little fingers.

"Get down, bastard!"

"Come on, little guy, kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Upon hearing the noise, Charles looked at Greyhound with an uncertain expression, his eyes revealing a fierce light.

"Die for me!"

After that, Charles rushed towards Greyhound again.

Bang bang bang! ~

Another violent collision, Greyhound felt that all his bones were broken, blood was flying everywhere.

However, he still climbed up tenaciously.

Greyhound spit blood foam from his mouth, and his vision was blocked.

"Hahaha..."

Greyhound kept laughing wildly, "Come on, come on!"

Saliva and blood flowed out from the corners of his swollen mouth.

Coupled with the action of Greyhound on all fours.

Charles paused.

Greyhound kept mocking: "Come on, kill me? Are you scared?"

Just when everyone was wondering why he stopped.

Greyhound raised his hand to the position of his eyebrow arch and pressed it hard.

The congested area was instantly scratched.

Blood rushed out, staining his forehead and eyes red.

Greyhound opened his mouth wide, wiped the blood, made his vision clear, and laughed at Charles fiercely: "Haha! You don't dare to do it, you are afraid, you are fucking afraid, you are a waste!!"

After that, Greyhound howled to the sky, "Come on, come on, come and kill me!"

"ThisIs this guy crazy?"

"What a fucking pervert, why doesn't he play by the rules?"

"It feels like he's not a human?"

"......."

But most people still watched the fun, waving their hands and shouting:

"Hit him!"

"Beat him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

......

As the crowd continued to make noises.

Charl's cheeks became more and more distorted, his eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and he stared at the greyhound, as if he wanted to eat the greyhound alive.

Suddenly, the greyhound sneered: "If you don't come, I will!"

The greyhound waved its limbs and rushed towards Charles.