The Reborn Daughter Wants Revenge

Gu Lang had seen the strength of the tearing hand, and it was almost the same as him. Even in the duel of life and death, Gu Lang was not sure that he could definitely defeat this man.

Although Zhang Zicheng's strength has improved greatly, it is still very different from the tearing hand.

This time, the possibility of Zhang Zicheng dying in the battle is very high... Gu Lang sighed in his heart. If he really died like this, Qin Zhiya might never know for the rest of her life that this man had paid for her.

What, and now, at least, Qin Zhiya can know the truth and take a good look at this battle that is likely to become the last battle in Zhang Zicheng's life!

Amid the cheers of everyone, Tear Hand and Falcon walked onto the ring from two directions. Tear Hand was the only player without a mask in the underground ring. After all, he was the overlord and had to communicate with many people on weekdays.

, his face has long been known to the gangsters in the entire H city, so there is no need to hide it.

Qin Zhiya narrowed her eyes, not interested in tearing her hands at all, but her eyes were tightly stuck to the Falcon. In the morning, Zhang Zicheng looked like an ordinary student, but now, there was a face on his face

Wearing a hideous mask and loose practice clothes, the whole person exudes a terrible power!

Just looking at Zhang Zicheng like this, it seemed like looking at a sea of ​​corpses and blood. In the past few years, there have been definitely many lives that have died under Zhang Zicheng's men, but at the same time, this also proves that Zhang Zicheng once encountered it.

There have been life and death crises countless times.

"Falcon..." Qin Zhiya gently spit out this name on her lips, and she felt extremely complicated in her heart.

When the tearing hands and Falcon stood at both ends of the ring, the host in the middle was already roaring excitedly: "Everyone looks at my left. He is the youngest contestant in the underground ring, but he is also the most legendary underground ring.

The contestant! His precise judgment and amazing perseverance can make him turn defeat into victory in desperate situations every time. Now, everyone screams his name!”

"Falcon!"

"Falcon!"

It seemed as if a mountain had been knocked down, and everyone was screaming completely frantically.

"Now, everyone looks at my right hand. He is the eternal king of the underground ring. For three years, no one has survived successfully from his men. He is synonymous with blood and violence. Every battle he has done is like

Bloody flowers blooming in hell! Now, everyone vents your enthusiasm and tells, who is he?"

"Tear your hands!"

"Tear your hands!"

The wave, which was much higher just now, suddenly surged up, and several women could not bear it, took off their clothes on the spot and showed their love to tear their hands wildly.

For these idle ladies, the bloody and terrible way to tear their hands is a different charm that makes them completely unexplained.

Listening to the cheers on the court, he grinned with his hands torn and showed his gloomy teeth. Without waiting for the host to speak, he directly stretched out his hand and pressed down.

Just a small action, the field became quiet. A look of satisfaction suddenly appeared in the eyes of tearing hands. He licked his lips fiercely: "You can taste...the smell of blood again!"

"Ah!" Listening to the sound of tearing hands, the audience was filled with the screams of women.

Qin Zhiya sat in her seat, frowned slightly at the crazy men and women. What kind of psychology does these people regard watching human fighting as a supreme enjoyment?

They never thought that life-and-death duel was such a cruel thing. They regarded their own fighting as a means of enjoyment! "Tear your hands and tear your hands!" Not far from Qin Zhiya, there was a

The middle-aged man screamed the most crazy. He was even shirtless and waving his arms like crazy.

His voice was inexplicably familiar, and Qin Zhiya couldn't help but look at him.

The man was obviously a crazy fan of tearing his hands. He was yelling hard for tearing his hands, and he shouted until his throat was hoarse and had no intention of stopping.

Although he was wearing a mask, the more Qin Zhiya looked at him, the more familiar she felt. She must have seen this person before! And they were even familiar.

On the ring, the host was still inciting, but Qin Zhiya looked at the middle-aged man but fell into deep thought.

"Now, everyone can start betting on the boxers you support, the Falcon's ratio is 1:3 and the tearing hand ratio is 1:1.5. Finally, I officially announced that the game...begins!" The host was a long time ago

He was already standing on the edge of the ring, and as soon as the announcement began, he jumped down quickly!

Qin Zhiya was stimulated by the host's sharp voice, and suddenly raised her head, and a light suddenly flashed in her heart. She really wanted to know who the middle-aged man was...

Zhang Lingfeng! It turned out to be him! He would actually be a member of this underground ring! And what is ridiculous is that he would actually be a crazy fan of Tearing Hands. If he knew that Tearing Hands' opponent was his biological son Zhang Zicheng, he

Will the choice be the same?

"I'll press the tearing hand, one hundred million!" I don't know that he had been recognized by Qin Zhiya, Zhang Lingfeng walked over with an excited look on his face and pressed heavy chips on the tearing hand. This time, the tearing hand, the tearing hand

If you have a hand, you will definitely win. If you don’t make money, you won’t make money.

Although she knew that Zhang Lingfeng didn't know the true identity of the Falcon, she still felt strange anger in her heart as she looked at his actions. Her eyes suddenly became cold and she walked to the place where she bets: "

I bet the Falcon, three hundred million!”

In recent years, Qin Zhiya has still had a lot of money on her hands by relying on investment and dividends. This time, she pressed on Zhang Zicheng without hesitation.

"Are you stupid?" Zhang Lingfeng did not recognize Qin Zhiya, but just curled his lips at her disdainfully, and then walked back to his position.

"Aren't you afraid of losing?" Gu Lang asked with a smile as he looked at Qin Zhiya's impulsive behavior.

"I won't lose!" Qin Zhiya said resolutely. If she loses, it proves that Zhang Zicheng is dead! How can Zhang Zicheng die in such a place? It is absolutely impossible.

While everyone was beating, the battle on the field had already reached a fever pitch.

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The previous chapter seemed to have cheated, but it was more than two thousand. This time I won’t make any mistakes!