Grandmaster Gao Wu

While Qin Peng was talking, he suddenly moved to the side of the fat reporter. He reached out and grabbed the belt around his waist.

With a light lift, Qin Peng lifted the fat man up very easily.

"Ah! God! Put me down!"

Fatty exclaimed.

Qin Peng didn't know what the hell he was screaming, he grabbed the back of his belt with his left hand, and pointed his middle fingers at all the other reporters with his right hand.

"Now, let me show you how I picked him up with one finger!" Qin Peng said loudly.

Sun Jixian hurriedly translated for Qin Peng.

Many reporters pointed their cameras at Qin Peng.

The lenses of those cameras also focused on Qin Peng.

Qin Peng inserted the middle finger of his right hand into Sun Jixian's belt.

He let go of his left hand.

The fat reporter was picked up by Qin Peng with one finger.

Say yes.

In fact, it is better to say that it is a tick.

Qin Peng hooked the fat man's belt easily with one finger.

Because the fat man was worried that he would fall, he desperately wanted to catch Qin Peng.

But Qin Peng slapped his left hand a few times, and then knocked his outstretched hand aside.

Qin Peng's right arm straightened.

Let more reporters see more clearly: he really picked up the fat man in the air with only one finger.

"Clap clap-"

The flash flashed for a moment.

These reporters are desperately taking photos.

Each of them was very shocked.

Qin Peng hooked the fat man for about a minute, and then he smiled and asked the reporters who were watching: "Have you all finished taking pictures?"

"Yes!"

The reporters answered in unison.

Qin Peng's fingers slipped out of the fat reporter's belt.

"what--"

The fat man screamed, and he fell face down to the ground.

Qin Peng waited until the man was about to fall to the ground before he stretched out his foot to pick it.

He caught the fat man's fat body.

The fat reporter hurriedly stretched out his hands to support the ground, and his knees also touched the ground, so he relaxed.

"coax!"

There was a burst of laughter around.

Qin Peng shrugged his shoulders, and he suddenly made a somersault and sat back firmly in his seat.

After he sat down, he asked the fat reporter into the microphone: "Now, do you still think I'm just a weak and pitiful guy?"

The fat man waved his hands again and again, and said with a look of panic: "No, no! You are not weak at all, I take back what I just said."

Qin Peng smiled and said, "Does anyone want to ask me questions?"

Some reporters with Asian faces among the white reporters raised their hands at this time.

Qin Peng pointed to a reporter with an Asian face and said, "It's just you."

The reporter stood up and bowed to Qin Peng, and said, "Qin Sang, what I want to ask is that many people say that you defeated Zui Pao purely by fluke, what do you think?"

It turned out to be a Japanese reporter?
Qin Peng smiled and said: "What I want to say is that no victory can be achieved by fluke! Especially KO victory! There is no fluke at all! It is the difference in strength!"

The Japanese reporter immediately asked: "Don't you think Conor McGregor underestimated you? He didn't make any defensive moves against you. He was too eager to crush and win. As a result, he suffered a lot because of his negligence in defense! Do you think so?"

Qin Peng shook his head and said, "If you pay attention, Connor didn't defend much in the few games before he played against me."

"That's because he has a supernatural power. Do you know what supernatural power he has?"

"His ability is to absorb and store energy! That is to say, when someone else's attack hits him, the attack power will be absorbed by him and transformed into his own power!"

"So, it's normal for him not to defend!"

"When he was fighting me, he obviously wanted to use this as a bait to lure me to attack more, and then he could suddenly attack and knock me down with a heavy punch."

"Actually, I was hit by him once. At that time, most people already thought I had lost."

The Japanese reporter nodded, and he suddenly asked: "Then, why are you able to crack this ability of the talkative Connor McGregor?"

Qin Peng smiled slightly and said, "I want to keep this a secret. In short, Connor's ability has no effect on me."

At this time, the Japanese reporter said: "But, I heard that you are the son of a super rich man, and your net worth has exceeded [-] billion U.S. dollars. Is that true?"

Qin Peng frowned.

This is getting more and more evil.

What is the concept of a net worth of hundreds of billions of dollars?
Are you almost the richest man in the world?

Qin Peng shook his head and said, "I don't know where you got this news, what I want to tell you is: it's fake!"

The Japanese reporter said meaningfully: "It is not easy to hide your identity and background. Many people know about it. Also, many people think that money may have played a role in your victory against Conor McGregor. .Maybe, you paid Connor a lot of money, and then he was willing to be knocked out by you, is that right?"

I rub!

Doubting my fake punches again.

Qin Peng glanced at the Japanese reporter and said: "Such speculation is meaningless. You should know that Conor McGregor and I signed a $5000 million gambling agreement! He lost to me, Now, he's paying me $5 million! The deal is public! A lot of people know about it."

The Japanese reporter said: "I interviewed Xu Xiaodong from your country, and he said, you are just a fame seeker, you don't have any outstanding fighting talent, you are just using money to open the way, and buy those poor fighters to cooperate with you."

Qin Peng's face became serious.

Obviously, the Japanese reporter was deliberately trying to disgust himself.

Qin Peng said: "Only people without brains would believe Xu Xiaodong's words, right? In your heart, maybe all fighters don't want their reputation for money, right?"

Qin Peng's words were already a little rude.

The Japanese reporter said with a smile: "Mr. Qin, are you a little angry? Xu Xiaodong is a hero in fighting counterfeiting in your country. Why can't you believe his words? Also, if you pay others a lot of money , big enough for your opponent to live comfortably for a lifetime, to be honest, no one will refuse to cooperate with you, losing a game is nothing, money is the most important thing."

Qin Peng shrugged and said: "Then you mean that the match between me and Floyd Melo is also a fake match? Do you know that you are against Floyd Melo?" Melo's insult?"

Sun Jixian translated Qin Peng's words to Melo.

Melo yelled at the Japanese reporter: "For us fighters, reputation is money! Don't you even understand this? I have earned up to 5 million US dollars in a single match! My current net worth has exceeded 20 million US dollars. Hundreds of millions of dollars, do you think I will deliberately lose to this guy for money?"

Mello was very angry.

He pointed at Qin Peng and said.

The Japanese reporter hurriedly said: "Mr. Melo, don't be angry. I didn't say that you were bought by Qin Peng. It is impossible for Qin Peng to buy you."

Tom Stockton, who was sitting next to Mello, said at this time: "Mr. reporter, I will not allow you to slander Mr. Conor McGregor!"

"Mr. McGregor takes his reputation as his life!"

"He will never deliberately lose to anyone for money!"

"I am the manager of the match between him and Qin Peng. I know all the inside information about them. The agreement they signed is notarized! Not long ago, Connor just paid the money he owed Qin Peng! So, Please be kind! Please don't add insult to injury!"

Qin Peng looked at the Japanese reporter coldly. He felt that this reporter was particularly hateful.

It is estimated that he came here to make himself unable to get off the stage, right?
Qin Peng sneered, he intended to give the Japanese reporter a little bit of power.

Therefore, Qin Peng suddenly slapped the Japanese reporter Kong Kong across the face.

"Snapped!"

The power of this slap is condensed like a shape.

The Japanese reporter received a heavy slap on the left cheek.

The sound is very loud.

The reporter was knocked to the ground by Qin Peng's slap.

His left cheek was instantly swollen.

Floyd Melo, who was sitting on the other side, immediately widened his eyes.

He looked at Qin Peng in surprise.

Floyd Melo didn't expect Qin Peng to be able to release his energy.

He had always thought that this was his own unique secret skill.

The Japanese reporter who had been slapped stood up from the ground.

When he touched his left cheek, it was red, swollen and feverish, and it was estimated that his entire face had already begun to swell.

"Who? Who hit me?" The Japanese reporter was a little angry.

Qin Peng smiled and said, "It's probably because you're not kind enough, so God punished you!"

The Japanese reporter glanced at Qin Peng and said, "It's you. You just jumped out of your seat and sat back after finishing the fight! I want to sue you!"

Qin Peng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Stop blaming good people. I'm sitting here and I haven't moved at all. Almost many people can testify for me!"

Several people immediately responded to Qin Peng, saying that Qin Peng never left his seat at all.

The Japanese reporter felt helpless immediately.

Qin Peng waved his left hand lightly at the Japanese reporter again.

Another slap made of invisible energy landed on the right cheek of the Japanese reporter.

"Snapped!"

This slap was equally sharp.

The Japanese reporter fell to the ground again.

His right cheek was also swollen at this time.

Now, his face is finally symmetrical again.

There was a commotion among the reporters at the scene.The two slaps the Japanese reporter received were really weird.It was as if an invisible person was standing in front of the Japanese reporter, slapping him. "

The Japanese reporter got up from the ground again.

He glanced at Qin Peng with a look of panic, and didn't dare to stay at the press conference any longer, so he turned around and ran away in desperation.