Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-One Successive Upsets

Lin Momo asked, "When did you call Big Brother Fugui here?"

Qin Haodong said, "Yesterday!"

After he finished speaking, he looked sarcastically at the gamblers who were howling all around. These idiots had never seen anyone make a move. It was really speechless to judge whether they won or lost from their actions on stage.

Lin Momo was very aware of Chen Fugui's skills, and immediately understood that Qin Haodong had already prepared to attack Xinyihui.

Chen Fugui walked to the front desk step by step, stepped into the iron cage, and the staff behind him locked the iron door outside the cage.

This is the characteristic of the black boxing competition. The competition starts from the moment of entering the iron cage, and it does not end until one side falls to the ground.

The wolf's eyes stared at Chen Fugui like a poisonous snake, and he said grimly: "The weak chicken, isn't it? This name is really creative. It seems that you still know that you are here to deliver food to the uncle."

Chen Fugui glanced at Can Lang, and a look of disdain flashed on his face, "The weak chicken doesn't mean me, but in my eyes, all of you are weak chickens, especially a guy like you who is strong from the outside and works hard at the same time."

"What a mad boy, now I'm going to screw your head off and stuff it into your ass."

After he finished speaking, the wolf moved violently. He took two steps forward one after another, and punched Chen Fugui's face fiercely.

I have to say that this kid does have some arrogant capital. This punch was so powerful and powerful that the gamblers who bet on him immediately let out bursts of excited howls.

It's a pity that he is facing the king of soldiers Chen Fugui. Even without Qin Haodong's help, the wolf can't be his opponent. Moreover, now that Chen Fugui has entered the threshold of the dark martial artist, there is nothing between the two. comparability.

Chen Fugui completely ignored Canwolf's punch, and he also punched forward.

In the eyes of everyone, this guy called the weak chicken is completely courting death, but no one expected that Chen Fugui, who seemed to be moving slowly, punched so fast that it came first.

Before Can Lang's punch touched his face, his punch had already hit Can Lang's chest.

Only hearing a muffled thud, the wolf still maintained the posture of punching, but the whole person seemed to be hit by a cannonball, and flew backward in an instant, slammed into the iron cage with a bang, and then fell to the ground with a big mouth. He vomited blood.

At this moment, the entire audience fell silent. No one expected such a situation to occur. This newcomer, called Weak Chicken, actually defeated the wolf, and it was an instant kill.

Only Qin Haodong nodded slightly. After a few days of not seeing him, Chen Fugui had already reached the second-rank dark strength level. It seems that those Da Pei Yuan Dan have not eaten in vain.

"Get up, quickly get up for Lao Tzu..."

"Hurry up and twist his neck, I bet 100,000 yuan on you..."

"Useless things, hurry up and put them on Lao Tzu..."

Those gamblers who had placed heavy bets on the crippled wolf suddenly had red eyes and kept roaring from their seats.

Can Lang struggled to get up from the ring, but Chen Fugui's punch was too heavy, not only did his sternum collapse, but his five internal organs were already displaced by the shock.

After trying several times in succession, he suddenly fell on the ring and couldn't get up again.

After the referee read ten numbers in succession, seeing that the wolf still did not respond, he directly announced that Chen Fugui had won the game.

After the results came out, the scene first remembered a sigh, and then there was a burst of scolding, and all the bets on the wolf were lost.

The waitress who was serving behind Qin Haodong saw the scene in the ring and was stunned. She originally thought that this young man would definitely lose, but she never expected to win.

This also means that the $1 million just bet has become a full 10 million.

"Sir, congratulations, your eyes are really unique!"

The bikini waiter came to Qin Haodong and bowed his body, revealing a large view of his chest, "Would you like to exchange the bonus directly or continue to bet?"

Qin Haodong asked Changdao to reward the waiter with a few US dollar bills, and then said, "I'll just say that this guy has a lot of luck, and he can't lose. Will there be another game for him next?"

The waiter said: "If he is willing to accept the challenge, there will be."

Qin Haodong said, "Then put it all on him."

The waiter asked in surprise: "You mean that all the $10 million you won is betting on the weak chicken?"

Qin Haodong said, "Yes, trust me, he will not disappoint me!"

"But now the opponents and odds have not been opened."

"It doesn't matter, no matter who the opponent is, no matter what the odds are, you bet on the weak chicken to win."

"Okay, I'll bet for you now!"

After the waiter finished speaking, he skillfully helped Qin Haodong put all the $10 million on Chen Fugui.

After placing the bet, she hesitated for a while, and she also bet 10,000 yuan of private money, choosing Chen Fugui. She felt that the young man in front of her was unusual, maybe he was really a Feng Shui master, and it would not be wrong to bet with him.

In a luxurious private room in the backstage of the boxing stadium, a young man in his 30s sat on the sofa while sipping red wine while watching the boxing match on the big screen. His name was Ruan Chengfa, a cousin of Ruan Zhendong. This is responsible for the management of the boxing ring.

When he first saw Chen Fugui punch the flying wolf, he couldn't help but change his expression slightly, raised his hand and pressed a red button on the table, and soon the manager of the boxing stadium ran in.

"What happened just now?" Ruan Chengfa asked.

The manager said: "It's such a big boy. There's a new fighter in the boxing stadium, codenamed Weak Chicken, but just now, he defeated Canwolf uncharacteristically, causing a big upset."

There was a smile on the corner of Ruan Chengfa's mouth, "It's good to be unpopular, we will make money in the casino when we are unpopular!"

In his opinion, the gamblers in the boxing match just now should have placed their bets on Canwolf. Now that Canglang has been beaten to death, all the money will belong to the boxing ring.

The manager said: "Young master, that's not the case, there was a little accident in this game, and someone put $1 million on the rookie.

According to the odds of 1:10, we should pay him 10 million US dollars, and the bet on the wolf just now was almost 10 million US dollars, which means that we did not make any profit in the game just now, and all were lost. That man won. "

"Is there such a thing?" Ruan Chengfa frowned, "Are they here to kick our game?"

"It's not certain yet, or it may be a coincidence. The person who just asked us, she said that the young man claimed to meet each other, so she bet on the weak chicken."

After a pause, the manager said again, "Young Master, now the weak chicken has accepted the challenge from the boxing ring, and the young man has bet all the 10 million he got on the weak chicken, what should we do?"

"Another 10 million bet?" Ruan Chengfa's expression became more and more gloomy, which was clearly the rhythm of turning his boxing ring into a cash machine.

He thought about it and said, "Isn't King Kong playing for a long time, let him play today, kill that weak chicken, and get our $10 million back."

"Good big boy!" said the manager, "how to open the odds?"

"The odds can't be opened too low, otherwise everyone's deposit is just one-sided. What else do we earn, we will pay one to five."

Obviously, Ruan Chengfa has the confidence to win the boxer named King Kong.

"Okay boss, I'll do it now!"

After the manager finished speaking, he turned and left the room. Soon the big screen announced the opponents and odds for the next match. One was King Kong, a boxer who had won 18 consecutive victories in the ring, and the other was just won a match. The weak chicken who wins the game, the odds are five to one.

After the result came out, the audience exclaimed for a while, but no one expected that the boxing ring would send King Kong out in the second match.

Although King Kong is not the top boxer in the boxing arena, he is definitely super strong. After all, 18 consecutive victories are no joke.

For a time, countless gamblers bet on King Kong one after another.

However, there are also a few people who were conquered by Chen Fugui's punch just now, and they bet on Chen Fugui with a gamble attitude. The sum of these money is several millions. There are also some people who feel that this The game could not be bet, so I chose to wait and see.

However, it was soon discovered that a long list of numbers appeared in the betting area of ​​the weak chicken, which was 10 million US dollars, and someone even bet 10 million directly on him.

After ten minutes, betting ends and the game officially begins.

"Look, King Kong is out!"

Amidst the noise, an iron-tower-like black man stepped out. I saw that he was two meters tall, and his muscles were stretched out all over his body, shining with a dark luster, like cast iron.

This big man is really as strong as King Kong. Every time he takes a step, it seems that the entire boxing field will tremble.

The manager of the boxing ring ran to King Kong and whispered a few words in his ear. King Kong nodded knowingly, then his eyes were full of fierceness, and he strode towards the ring.

At the front desk, Chen Fugui also slowly stepped onto the ring, but this time no one dared to despise him again!

After the two entered the iron cage, the staff re-locked the iron door and the game officially started.

King Kong stomped his right foot heavily on the ring, and the whole boxing ring seemed to tremble. He looked at Chen Fugui murderously, "Boy, you are dead!"

Chen Fugui just rolled his eyes at him lightly, and said lightly: "You guys are talking too much, hurry up and do it!"

"Go to hell you!"

King Kong let out an earth-shattering roar, and then his fists slammed into Chen Fugui's head.

Although its size is huge, it is not clumsy, and its speed is extremely fast. The size of each fist is much the same as Chen Fugui's head, and both fists are released together, with a terrifying momentum.

Seeing this form, just when everyone thought that the thin Chen Fugui would temporarily avoid the edge, they saw that he also punched out without showing weakness, and it was punched against King Kong's two fists.

In the shock of everyone, two fists, one big and one small, one black and one white, collided in mid-air, making a muffled sound, followed by a screeching sound of bone cracking.

"Who exactly lost?"

Everyone stared intently at the two people on the ring, only to see that Chen Fugui was still as if nailed to the platform, and his body remained motionless.

But King Kong's huge body flew out like a broken sack, and his two arms had turned into strange shapes, especially the left arm. A section of white bones pierced the skin and came out from behind.

Although Chen Fugui's punch did not kill King Kong, it abolished both of his arms. Everyone could see that King Kong had lost his ability to fight again.