The personal security guard of the beautiful president

In an instant, Zhang Fengyi fell into a dilemma.

To be on stage is to seek death, but not to be on stage will expose the lies he and Han Xue made up together, because in his current situation, he should go all out to get in touch with Han Xue.

If he still refuses, maybe Han Shenghui will become suspicious and find out the problem, then Zhang Fengyi will really have no face to face Han Xue.

On the stage, Wei Sanhong kept circling around the ring, raised his hands in greeting, his face was full of toughness, and the blood on his hands added to the visual impact of "killing god".

Han Hansheng looked at Zhang Fengyi and waited quietly for his answer.

The latter sighed secretly in his heart, but his eyes revealed a look of joy: "How to do it?"

Han Han Sheng was overjoyed and made a gesture, and the guard behind him immediately understood and walked towards the edge of the ring.

Han Guosheng said to Zhang Fengyi: "The boxer here will arrange for you to fight Wei Sanhong in a life-and-death battle. After you take the stage, you can neither escape nor attack. The time limit is half an hour."

Zhang Fengyi changed his mind: "After half an hour, he will lose? Then how will I lose?"

Han Hansheng said slowly: "I said, this is a game of life and death."

Zhang Fengyi has already understood.

That meant that Wei Sanhong had to beat him to death in order to win. In this way, if the surname Wei wanted to win money, he would definitely not keep his strength.In this lawless place, people like him have no sense of life and death, and can kill people for money at any time. The fat man just now was an example.

Zhang Fengyi frowned slightly: "Can it be prevented?"

Han Hansheng said coldly: "No!"

Zhang Fengyi almost wanted to punch the old man.

Can't defend, can't escape, and can't attack, isn't that killing him?

After a while, the guard came back and said, "Okay."

Han Hansheng nodded, Zhang Fengyi had made up his mind, he stood up and followed the guard towards the ring.

There was a long table beside the stage, and two people were sitting at the table, smoking cigarettes, and counting banknotes. One of them was thinner than Wei Sanhong on the stage, his body was almost skinny, but his eyes were piercing.

Zhang Fengyi followed the guards through the crowd to the table, the thin man glanced up at him, and said vaguely: "Just him?"

The guard said coldly: "Not bad."

The thin man stacked up the counted banknotes in his hand, handed them to a strong man behind him, stood up, walked in front of Zhang Fengyi, looked around him, and finally returned to the latter, and just blew a circle with a cigarette in his mouth. smoke ring.

Zhang Fengyi met his eyes.

Two seconds later, the thin man couldn't bear to look away, and turned to the referee on the stage who was instructing people to remove the fat man's body: "There is a challenger to the mad punch. The odds are 40 times. You only get beaten and don't fight back!" ,30 minutes!"

When more than a dozen people nearby, including the referee, heard this, they were all shocked, and all looked at Zhang Fengyi, who stood out from the crowd.

Zhang Fengyi could fully feel the meaning of "this guy is really looking for death" in their eyes, but his expression was calm.

The thin man ignored them, turned his head and shouted to the red-haired boy who was still counting the money: "Get ready!"

The red hair immediately put away all the money in his hand, and after a while of yelling instructions, Zhang Fengyi realized that the circle around the table was full of their people, and immediately started to organize a new bet.

There are many kinds of boxing markets, such as the one that is obviously organized by non-boxing owners. In addition to participating in boxing fights, boxers on the stage will also have a certain amount of bets themselves.If you win, you can get the amount of money calculated according to the corresponding odds.

On the other hand, all the people in the boxing house will also bet on the winning or losing of the two people on the ring, as the banker to let the spectators participate in the betting, and they will draw the corresponding percentage from it.

In this round, the thin man set a high odds of 40 times, obviously because Zhang Fengyi could not withstand Wei Sanhong's iron fist, especially since this is a life-and-death contest, and Wei Sanhong can only win if he kills the opponent. force.

But the thin man can see, and of course others can also see that when the betting is over, there are only a handful of people who can buy Zhang Fengyi for half an hour. Pai, in fact, no one is optimistic that he can carry it through.

On the stage, Wei Sanhong had been staring at Zhang Fengyi since the referee announced the new challenge, as if he wanted to swallow him up.

After getting ready, Zhang Fengyi turned on the stage and walked slowly to the opposite of Ai Sanhong.

The referee motioned for the two to approach, grabbed both arms and raised them high.

Everyone around fell silent, holding their breath and waiting for the start.

Under the stage, the red-haired man whispered, "Can this guy survive?"

The thin man sneered and said, "Have you ever seen anyone who can withstand crazy punches and survive ten punches?"

The red hair chuckled: "That's right, I guess it's not bad if this kid can survive for three minutes, and it's still half an hour, is he out of his mind?"

The thin man snorted, "Whatever he is, the sooner he dies the better, I don't like this kid."

On the stage, the referee yelled: "Start!" He quickly let go of his hand and took two steps back.

At the same time, at the long table below, the thin man pressed the timer button on the stage, and the 30-minute countdown began immediately.

Wei Sanhong's eyes were full of hostility, he suddenly stepped forward and punched Zhang Fengyi hard!

Zhang Fengyi turned his head sideways, avoiding the vital parts of his head, and blocked the opponent's punch with his left shoulder.

If you want him to avoid it at all, it means that even a god can't bear these three 10 minutes.But he can't escape, but he didn't say that he couldn't dodge in a small area, not to mention that he didn't completely dodge, but instead received punches from other parts. If Han Guosheng also had objections to this, then he would rather jump off the ring immediately and lose Forget it, life matters.

flutter!

Zhang Fengyi was half pretending, half being real. He was knocked back four or five steps by this punch.But even so, he still felt a sharp pain coming from his left shoulder. The opponent's strength was too strong to be easily tolerated, and he was worthy of being the "ever victorious general" in this place.

But Wei Sanhong couldn't help but stop, his brows were slightly frowned, obviously this punch was on the opponent's body, and the shock force he endured was not weak.

Zhang Fengyi peeked at Han Han Shengshi behind him, and Bao saw that the old man's face was expressionless, and he obviously didn't care about his deliberate avoidance of his vitals just now.

He immediately had an idea, turned around, took another punch from the opponent with his right shoulder, and then turned around to block Wei Sanhong's serial kicks with his buttocks.

flutter!

Zhang Fengyi staggered forward five or six steps and almost fell.However, this time the acting was far more important than the real damage. One must know that he has been trained by the devil for many years, and the hardness of his body muscles is far beyond that of ordinary people. In addition, the first thing he learned when he joined the army was how to be beaten. His skills in this area are superb. In the eyes of outsiders He was hit hard a few times. In fact, he carried it in the most vulnerable position of his body, and the damage was minimal.

The people around cheered and became excited, all raising their arms and shouting.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Zhang Fengyi cursed in his heart.

Are these guys still human?At this time, he even shouted slogans to cheer Wei Sanhong!

From behind, Wei Sanhong yelled violently, and rushed closer again, punching like the wind, this time directly hitting his ribs, as long as he hits, it is guaranteed that even Zhang Fengyi will not be able to keep his ribs.

Zhang Fengyi took a deep breath, his mind completely calmed down, he did not dodge, turned slightly, and met the punch with his waist.

flutter!

Zhang Fengyi fell sideways, clutching his waist and bumped into the rope on the edge of the ring, with a painful expression on his face.

Wei Sanhong was taken aback.

When he hit this blow, he obviously felt the opponent's waist shrink back quickly, which made his hitting force only [-]% solid at most.

But hearing the more excited shouts around him, his blood also boiled, and he rushed up desperately.

Even if the opponent fights with all his strength, he has never lost. Now this guy is only beaten and does not fight back, and it is absolutely impossible for him to lose!

All of a sudden, the sound of gunshots on the stage kept ringing out, bringing the gradually excited emotions of the spectators, soaring towards the top of the underground boxing room.

Not far away, Han Hansheng couldn't help becoming nervous.

It's only been less than 1 minute now, this guy seems to be a little unable to hold on, he was beaten up and down, can he survive these 10 minutes?