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

Charles raised his right leg, with his arms placed in front and behind him, in a standard Muay Thai stance.

Seeing the greyhound rushing over, he aimed his right arm at the greyhound's head and smashed it.

"Shua...!"

The elbow hit nothing.

The greyhound was very fast and rolled to the side.

With a kick of his feet, his fist pierced straight into Charles' abdomen.

Charles had no time to retract his right hand that had just been raised, so he could only press down as much as possible to protect his abdomen.

The greyhound grinned and opened his fist, holding Charles' shoulder with one hand and holding Charles' right arm with the other.

"Don't you like to hit? I'll give it back to you!"

The greyhound raised his left knee fiercely and hit Charles back.

"Puff!"

When his knee fell, Charles' stomach instantly sank.

"Ah!"

A scream came.

"Pah!"

Char's body fell on the ring, supporting himself with his hands, wailing in pain.

Seeing this scene, the whole place was silent.

Everyone stared at Greyhound with wide eyes in disbelief.

Turn defeat into victory?

"Don't just stand there, go ahead, kill him, as long as you have a breath, you can't stop, hit him without hesitation!"

As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of "crack", accompanied by the sound of broken bones.

Then a scream came out.

Charles wailed in pain, covered his nose, and stared at the man in front of him in disbelief.

Greyhound looked at Charles evilly, and the next second he bit Charles' neck like a beast.

Charles was so scared that he kept punching and attacking Greyhound.

But Greyhound was not afraid even though he was seriously injured.

Greyhound's eyes were full of brutality and bloodthirstiness.

One hand protected his head, and the other hand hugged Charles' neck, then he bit Charles' neck and kept tearing.

"Ahhh!"

The screams continued, but soon Charles stopped struggling because his neck had been torn open by the greyhound.

"Pah! Pah!" The greyhound spat out the flesh in his mouth.

He licked his bloody tongue and looked at Charles, who was lying on the ground and could not die any more. There was no emotion in his eyes.

The audience in the audience stood there in a daze.

Ye Feng jumped up excitedly and waved his fist to celebrate: "Well done!"

Greyhound smiled when he saw Ye Feng celebrating for him, but soon his eyes rolled up and he fainted.

Gege threw his wine glass excitedly and pointed at the fainted greyhound and said: "It's him. Send someone to save him. The money is mine. Go!"

Oshima hurriedly agreed and ran to the greyhound with several members of the escort team and carried the greyhound away.

Gege lost her former elegance, holding the red wine bottle, looking at it mockingly.

She raised the bottle to Qiu Tai.

Qiu Tai snorted coldly, deliberately picked up the wine glass and took two sips.

As if he didn't see it.

Gege smiled contemptuously, then turned to look at Ye Feng.

At this moment, Ye Feng looked at the greyhound being carried away, with a face full of worry.

Gege hooked her finger at the guard beside her, pointed in the direction of Ye Feng and said: "Go, tell No. 44 that his friend is fine, let him play the game with peace of mind!"

The guard immediately understood what Gege meant, and rushed towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng, who heard the news, looked in the direction of the second floor.

Gege smiled and nodded, pointed at herself and then at Ye Feng.

The guard knew that Ye Feng was the "prisoner" of their Fire Island, and reminded him: "Boss Gege has placed a heavy bet on you. If you can make him win, your friend will definitely receive the best treatment!"

Ye Feng gave Gege a thumbs up, as if to say that he had good vision.

Knowing that Greyhound would be fine, Ye Feng stood back in the rest area.

After several rounds of fighting on the ring, the number ball symbolizing Ye Feng's forty-four was shaken out.

Coincidentally, the boxer this time was still Qiu Tai's boxer.

Qiu Tai returned to the house and pressed the loudspeaker button, "Gege, do you want us to have a bet?"

Gege, whose name was called, turned back to the house and responded in the same way: "Tell me, how do you bet?"

"Two million US dollars!"

The audience around saw this private bet and waved excitedly.

"Promise him...promise him!"

Gege looked at Ye Feng uncertainly.

The latter also noticed the gaze.

Ye Feng knocked on his chest, "Trust me!"

Although the distance was far, Gege judged the message Ye Feng wanted to convey based on his mouth shape.

He was usually calm, but he said inexplicably: "Two million is too little, do you dare to take five million?"

Hearing this, Qiu Tai's pupils shrank.

Gege's personality is different from others. This guy is very cautious and never acts rashly. Now he actually raised the price by five million.

He couldn't help but look at the man next to him.The secretary who came with him.

"Don't worry, boss. Phil has a record of 32 consecutive victories in the underground black boxing in the United States, including 16 KOs!" The secretary said confidently.

After getting the answer, Qiu Tai immediately responded, "Okay, since you want to give me money to spend, I will accept it reluctantly!"

"Haha! Good luck to you!" Gege did not choose to talk nonsense, but finally said to Ye Feng: "I remind someone that your brother's opponent is the same boss as the opponent in this game!"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and then smiled.

After seeing that the two big guys had already discussed it, Du Ziping immediately announced: "No. 44, No. 61! Please come on stage."

After Du Ziping finished speaking, boxer No. 61 walked onto the ring. He looked ordinary, with two extremely thick arms and bulging muscles.

The black and shiny head, coupled with the color of cinders, looked particularly ugly.

Ye Feng was very familiar with this kind of black and tough guy. He was just a show-off.

He had seen so many of them in his previous life!

After Phil came on stage, he bumped his fists and taunted, "Yellow monkey, surrender. This will make my boss happy, and I can also be kind enough to dig a hole for you to bury, haha..."

Phil was extremely arrogant, as if he was sure that he would win.

His arrogance angered Ye Feng.

Ye Feng grinned and said grimly, "Hey, you are really arrogant! But when you kneel down and beg for mercy, don't cry!"

Ye Feng's words were full of murderous intent, which immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

Phil grinned and laughed, "I like your temper. Tonight, I promise you will die ugly."

"Stop talking nonsense, just be ready to be beaten!" Ye Feng said, and the whole person rushed over.

Phil also took a fighting stance and habitually stood on his toes.

This is the boxing dance that everyone knows.

"What do you think this is? A boxing ring?"

Ye Feng took advantage of the moment when Phil's right foot was raised and swept over with a low whip kick, kicking Phil's right ankle.

Crack!

The crisp sound and the painful scream resounded throughout the venue. Phil hugged his foot in pain and squatted on the ground wailing.

All the audience were stunned.

Ye Feng's speed just now was too fast.

It was faster than the wind!

This way of attack made them dumbfounded.

"Damn it! You sneak attack, despicable and shameless!" Phil covered his swollen ankle and roared angrily.

Ye Feng sneered: "I am not someone else's slave. For those who want my life, why should I talk about rules?"

He raised his right leg high and chopped Phil's head with a powerful kick.

Phil was so scared that he was sweating all over. In a panic, he had to dodge.

But he dodged the left side, but not the right side.

Bang!

Ye Feng missed the first attack, and quickly raised his other leg, hitting Phil's chin, kicking him out and smashing him hard on the other side of the ring.

Ye Feng did not continue to chase, he knew what these rich people wanted.

And he could also use this to increase his value.

Ye Feng swung his arms and put his palms to his ears, gesturing the action of listening.

Those who hadn't reacted at first gradually understood that this was a call to them.

One by one, they excitedly patted the seats and said frantically: "Kill him!"

"Kill him quickly!"

Ye Feng raised his arms high and nodded to show that he understood.

He came to Phil, regardless of the other party's fear, stepped on Phil's knee, crushed it hard, and then released his foot.

With a plop, Phil rolled on the ground and screamed.

"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!"

He struggled to sit up, his face covered with blood and snot, his eyes spitting fire, and he wanted to eat Ye Feng.

However, all he was greeted with was Ye Feng's heavy kick.

"Bang, snap, boom, boom!"

Phil's screams gradually turned into muffled groans.

Ye Feng showed no mercy.

Phil kept twitching under Ye Feng's heavy feet, foaming at the mouth.

Blood splattered on the ring like fireworks.

Seeing this scene, the originally noisy venue suddenly became quiet.

No one dared to say a word, and even the sound of breathing became much lighter.

This made everyone feel a huge sense of oppression.

"So strong..."

"Monster! It's really a monster..."

At this moment, everyone looked at Ye Feng as if they were looking at a demon.

When Ye Feng was sure that Phil was dead, he pointed around and shouted, "A gift for you!"

"Roar..."

The wealthy businessmen have been living in the baptism of feasting and revelry for years, and have never been stimulated like this.

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At one point, I imagined myself as Ye Feng on the stage.

I shook the table and chair beside me excitedly, and some even stood on the table and poured expensive red wine!