The personal security guard of the beautiful president

Xiaolei also lowered his voice: "Isn't it a country bumpkin? Yanyun Hotel's backstage is so tough, who dares to copy it?"

Zhang Fengyi thought that the Qin Group was behind Yanyun Hotel, so he couldn't help but agree.

This is probably one of the toughest backstages in the country, and indeed no one dares to catch them.

On the 29th floor, after getting off the elevator, we got out of the elevator room, and a large group of people crowded in front of us.

At the end of the crowd, there was an open iron door, and a dozen or so people were separated outside the door.

Xiaolei explained: "Everyone who goes in has to go through a simple inspection, and can't bring anything that can record or video."

Zhang Fengyi said in amazement: "What about the phone?"

Xiaolei smiled: "Of course you can't bring it, but you and I are an exception."

Zhang Fengyi faintly understood.

It seems that the person who hired Xiao Lei was the organizer of this underground boxing ring, otherwise how could he have such a privilege?

Sure enough, the dozen or so people at the front door were divided into five groups, and they used electronic scanners to check the visitors one by one. If there was any problem, they immediately took it aside for a closer inspection.

When Zhang Fengyi and Xiao Lei passed by, the latter took out a bank card-like thing from his pocket and handed it to one of the big men guarding the gate.

The big man took out a card reader, swiped the card, nodded and said, "Go in."

Xiaolei took the card and entered directly with Zhang Fengyi.

They made a detour along the passage behind the door, and after a while, the two followed other people who entered to another door, and cheers and shouts came faintly from behind the door.

Zhang Fengyi couldn't help secretly praising.

With his ear strength, even at this distance, he could only hear a little sound, which shows how good the sound insulation effect of this building is.

There were four people guarding the gate, but they didn't let everyone in immediately.

Xiaolei said in a low voice: "The rule is to let every 100 people enter. I don't know what the hell is going on. But we don't have to go this way, follow me." Turning around with Zhang Fengyi, he entered a side road.

Not long after, a small door appeared in front of him. Xiaolei knocked on the door. After a few seconds, the door opened. A man with a hooked nose and a yellow face stood behind the door: "Xiaolei, you are here, come in."

Xiaolei quickly put on a smile: "Yes, Brother Lu." He walked in.

"Is he from tonight?"

After Zhang Fengyi also entered, Brother Lu closed the door and looked him up and down.

Xiaolei nodded immediately: "Yes, his name is Zhuang Fan, and he is very durable. Brother Lu, you will know in a while. Brother Fan, this is Brother Lu. Brother Lu arranges our affairs tonight."

Zhang Fengyi nodded, his eyes swept across the room.

The less than [-]-square-meter room was arranged like an office, with four LCD monitors on the long table, showing the scenes on the four arenas. At this time, fierce battles were going on in the four arenas.

But what caught his attention even more was a thin man sitting in the corner of the room, who seemed to weigh less than a hundred catties, and was at least half a head shorter than Zhang Fengyi.

If two people stand together, no matter who they are, they will feel that if the thin man fights, he will lose.

The thin man was also looking at him with disdain in his eyes.

Xiaolei looked at the thin man, then turned to look at Brother Lu: "Tonight's arrangement?"

Brother Lu returned to his desk and said, "The first round will start in half an hour, and we will fight four consecutive rounds. These four rounds must be won beautifully and neatly. Let me see if you punch me twice, Afan."

Zhang Fengyi knew that he wanted to see if his movements were flexible, so he immediately put on a boxing stance and threw two punches indiscriminately.

"Okay." Brother Lu nodded in satisfaction, pointing to the skinny man in the corner, "This is your fifth opponent, remember, within 3 minutes of the first game, you have to rise first and then retreat, attacking for two and a half points Clock, but don’t really hit him. Then, let him hit a nice one, it’s okay to exaggerate, the drama is what those guys like.”

Xiaolei tentatively said: "This honorable name..."

"You don't need to know." Brother Lu interrupted him, "After the matter is completed, go to the old place to collect the money."

Xiao Lei nodded quickly.

Brother Lu turned his gaze back to the monitor screen: "Okay, sit there and rest first, and someone will take you there later."

***

At [-]:[-] in the evening, Zhang Fengyi changed into a tight-fitting vest and slacks, showing his strong muscles, and entered the boxing ring of Yanyun Hotel from the passage.

This is a huge space, built with almost an entire floor, except for dozens of supporting pillars and four rings, there are almost no other decorations.

The surroundings of the boxing ring were sealed with cement and soundproof materials, and various lamps were hung on the top, and colorful neon lights and small searchlights were hung directly above each ring.

Each arena is surrounded by half-person-high cement walls, and seats are arranged inside, which is a bit like VIP seats, and at the same time, it also protects the fighters, lest the excited audience hurt them.

Outside the concrete wall is the position of general boxing gamblers. At this time, it is the peak period of the boxing ring, and there are at least three to four thousand people around.

Three of the four arenas are still fighting fiercely, and only one of the arenas has just ended.A bare-chested man was circling the stage with his fists raised high, roaring from time to time, and his slightly thin body had knotted muscles.

"Next round! Newcomer challenger, Dire Wolf!"

In the arena, the referee raised a microphone and shouted loudly.

Zhang Fengyi couldn't help smiling wryly.

Who nicknamed this shit?

Xiaolei followed him and whispered: "Remember, fight for two rounds first, and win the third round!" Zhang Fengyi won as soon as he came on stage, and it was inevitable that people would find out that he was punching fake punches, so he needed a buffer.

Zhang Fengyi understood, and entered through the entrance of the cement wall.

The light from the small follower lamp hit him immediately.

Zhang Fengyi raised his fist knowingly, spun around on the spot a few times, roared wildly, and punched his chest a few times.

The surrounding atmosphere immediately heated up again, and screams continued.

It wasn't his fans, of course, but the excitement that another guy was going to die on stage.

"Get on the stage!" The referee shouted into the microphone.

Only then did Zhang Fengyi turn around and nimbly flipped onto the ring. His eyes swept over the more than 20 people sitting inside the concrete wall at the same time. All of them looked like rich people. Playing, placing bets, while teasing the girl.

After taking the stage, the burly man from before approached and pushed Zhang Fengyi's chest forcefully with his gloved hands, and let out a beast-like roar, full of provocation.

Zhang Fengyi knew that this was an action arranged to arouse the emotions of the audience, so he also raised his hands, and his fists collided with each other, pushing them forward.

The referee hurriedly stepped forward to separate the two, pretending to give a stern warning, and let the two stand back where they should be.

"Get ready!" The referee looked at the two of them, raised his right palm high, and then slammed it down, "Start!"

The two roared at the same time and rushed towards each other.

call!

Zhang Fengyi swung an uppercut quickly.

flutter!

The gloved fist hit the opponent's chin impartially, and the fellow screamed in pain, turned over and fell down, his mouth was full of blood.

Including Zhang Fengyi and Xiaolei in the audience, the people who were paying attention to this boxing match instantly petrified.

It took a while for the referee to react. Although he was surprised in his heart, he still went to count the seconds for the guy who fell to the ground.

The guy struggled to climb a few times, but failed to get up.

"...Eight, nine, ten!" The referee counted for ten seconds, pulled out the microphone pinned to his waist with his backhand, and yelled wildly, "The evil wolf wins!"

At the same time, Brother Lu suddenly got up in the office, and said angrily, "What's the matter? Why did you start with KO?!" Such an opening, wouldn't it be immediately recognized as a fake punch?

In the boxing ring, all the insiders were in a state of confusion.

What the hell is going on with this action that doesn't fit the plot!

Only Zhang Fengyi frowned deeply, staring at the guy on the ground.

When he swung his fist just now, that guy was going to dodge his punch, but suddenly, as if he had been stung by something, his whole body's reaction force dropped, which led to this change of situation.

A violent roar protruded: "Fake punch! This tm is a fake punch!"

In the audience, Xiaolei's shock was no small matter.

If Zhuang Fan was found to be a fake punch, then they would be dead!The audience is still a trivial matter, Brother Lu and the others will definitely not let the two of them go!

But who knows what Zhuang Fan did, he was clearly reminded to entangle him for three rounds!