Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Li Jingheng looked at the thugs who surrounded him on both sides, with a calm expression and no panic at all.

"Mr. Mead, I suppose you don't want the police to investigate the bank robbery five years ago?"

Meade waved his hand, and the thug stopped.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the young man in front of him, "Do you know what happened five years ago?"

"certainly"

Five years ago, a bank robbery occurred in a certain city in Siam. A group of gangsters shot and killed three staff members and robbed billions.

So far this case has not been detected.

Mai De, the owner of this entertainment city, was one of the gangsters back then.

He made his fortune with that sum of money and got his current status.

"Now that I know, it's even more impossible for me to keep you," Meade said coldly.

Li Jingheng raised the mobile phone in his hand, "Mr. Meade, I might as well tell you that I have written the whole story in the email and sent it regularly.
If you kill me now, the email will be sent to the major media in half an hour. I think you don't want to go to the bureau for investigation, do you? "

Med's face was cloudy and uncertain, "How can I trust you?"

"You have no choice," Li Jingheng said with a smile.

"I don't like the feeling of being designed by others." Meide's snake-like eyes stared at him.

Li Jingheng was not affected at all, "I think I can ask questions now?"

Just as Med was about to speak, the attendant next to him handed over a mobile phone. After seeing the number displayed on the screen, he left quickly, completely ignoring Li Jingheng's threats.

This made the latter a little puzzled. Logically speaking, he was a threat to others, so no matter what, he had to speak harshly to the other side and make something happen.

As a result, they ignored him and ran away after answering the phone call.

What kind of thing is more urgent than rediscovering the case five years ago?

It took only 2 minutes for Med to answer the phone. When he came back, he said directly: "I can answer the questions you want to ask, but I have a request.
Send someone to fight in the ring, and if you win, I'll tell you guys."

"Mr. Meade, are you joking with me?" Li Jingheng showed dissatisfaction, "Aren't you afraid that I will send the news now?"

Meade smiled and said, "Okay, you can do whatever you want."

His smile is very relaxed, and there is a feeling of winning.

Li Jingheng couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he whispered the cause and effect in Mo Qing's ear.

After all, the conversation between him and Mai De was in Siamese, and Mo Qing couldn't understand it at all.

"Does it mean that as long as we win the ring, we can get the news we know?" Mo Qing asked.

"That's what the other party said"

"it is good"

Mo Qing agreed without hesitation, and asked him to investigate the case and find the real culprit, which was a bit difficult, but fighting such things was commonplace for him.

Med also sent a strong young man, whose height was about 1.8 meters seven, and the minimum weight was more than 200 catties.

That mountain-like body stood in front of Mo Qing, feeling extremely oppressive.

Li Jingheng looked worried, "Forget it, we can still find clues from other places."

He was afraid that if the clues were not found, Mo Qing would be beaten to the ground first.

"Need not"

Mo Qing looked at the big man calmly, and the latter gave him a middle finger with a sarcastic smile on his face.

The big man said in Chinese that he was not fluent in: "Trash, get out!"

Mo Qing had no other expression on this, he was very quiet, silently watching the other party's provocation.

"Haha, this is Sherman, one of my trump cards, if you admit to being cowardly, get out of here quickly," Meade laughed.

Li Jingheng asked Mo Qing again if he wanted to fight.

The latter still replied affirmatively: "Fight!"

Then hit!
The rules of the arena are that if you surrender or fall to the ground for ten seconds, you will be considered a loser, regardless of life or death, unlimited fighting, and no weapons.

The four sides of the arena are surrounded by iron nets, like a cage, there is no escape here, only winning or losing.

Mo Qing and Sherman came to the stage.

This arena is also a gambling table, and the audience on all sides are betting on them. Almost everyone is optimistic about Sherman, and no one thinks that Mo Qing can win.

After all, the difference in size is there.

In the past, the betting options were betting on who would win and who would lose between the fighters on both sides.

But this time there are a few more options, betting that Mo Qing can go a few rounds in Sherman's hands.

Among them, the most bets are ten rounds.

Some people even think that this is too much, at most one round, Mo Qing will lose.

People's enthusiasm has reached a high level.

More and more people are placing bets.

Med looked at this scene, and now he hopes that Mo Qing can stay in Sherman's hands for a few more rounds, so that he won't suffer too much.

"One million, bet on Mo Qing to win"

A voice rang out among the betting crowd.

Almost everyone looked at the tough-headed man who didn't know what to do.

It's not that no one pressured Mo Qing, but there were some who felt that this guy was brave, and the pressure was 100 or [-], and it was right to use it as the money to buy a coffin for him.

There is no such thing as Li Jingheng who directly pressured 100 million.

"Hey, buddy, if you have a lot of money, you might as well go out and find a few ladyboys. After you fuck him, he can still fuck you. Why waste money here?" an old man kindly reminded.

Li Jingheng looked at the lonely figure standing on the ring, "I believe he can win!"

"Oh, that's crazy"

Mo Qing didn't know what happened in the audience, he only had Sherman in front of him now.

Undoubtedly, this guy is a strong opponent, his size advantage is too great, and he is also a player who has been in the ring all year round.

Whether it is defensive power or offensive power, I have fallen behind, and I don't have any advantage.

But so what?

On a deserted island, on an ocean-going ship, in the desert, any extreme environment, any terrifying enemy, he has faced it all.

Along the way, I have nothing to fear!

Mo Qing's eyes only remained firm.

The referee pointed to his clothes and signaled him to take off his shirt to prevent things from being hidden in the clothes.

Mo Qing took off the short sleeves on his body, at this moment, the noisy atmosphere in the audience suddenly subsided.

All eyes were on the young man on the ring.

Even Meade was slightly surprised.

The seemingly thin young man has sharp muscles and is full of strength.

And this is not the most eye-catching, the most attractive is the scar on his body.

As far as the eye can see, there is no piece of flesh on the upper body without scars.

Several of the wounds were fatal.

Someone tried to count the scars, but they couldn't count, there were too many.

Med has been operating here for many years and has seen many ruthless people, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Mo Qing covered in scars.

He could tell at a glance that the scars on his body were all wounded by sharp weapons.

At this moment, he doubted whether his ace Sherman could win the ring.

As the referee blows the whistle, the fight begins!