While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 278 Revenge
"The target is you?" Song He suddenly understood the reason behind the kick.

Feng Zhihui nodded and said: "Yes, his level is not bad, a bit worse than the three of us, but it is enough to open a museum in Yucheng."

Song He came to a sudden: "So Fang Ming's father said that no matter whether he wins or loses, it doesn't matter, he was actually telling you, right?"

"Yeah." Feng Zhihui was a little helpless: "But this guy is obviously eyeing this place and wants to make a name for himself by fighting with me. Moreover, he even injured people in order to force me to come out."

"Now the members are so angry that they are planning to kill him. I am afraid that something will happen then, so I can only take action."

Song He shook his head and said: "You can't really make a serious move, so it's better not to take action. Otherwise, if you win, he will make a big show that he is only one step behind you."

"What's more terrible is that if he hurts you, he will probably follow his heart."

"Then..." Feng Zhihui was a little worried, but suddenly understood, looked at Song He in surprise and said, "You want to make a move?"

Song He nodded matter-of-factly and said: "After all, I am also the number one player in the club, so I can't just let it go. Besides, other members also need an excuse to vent, otherwise they will definitely be unhappy."

Feng Zhihui shook his head and sighed: "Forcing you out, he is really unlucky."

Song He laughed: "How often does he come?"

Feng Zhihui thought for a while and said: "It should be just a couple of days. In the past, he would come every morning to block me. But when you were away, Fang Ming and I didn't come here in the morning. Started against members."

"It seems that this guy has done all the preparations." Song He rolled his eyes and smiled: "Then please go to the door and stand for a while."

Feng Zhihui laughed when he heard the words: "Okay, let me be the bait for you."

After that, he put on his coat, called an assistant, and walked out of the club with a thick stack of leaflets.

At this time, Fang Ming had already changed his clothes and came out of the locker room. Seeing that Song He was still in sportswear, he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled, so he stepped forward to ask.

Song He didn't hide anything, and when he told the story of the future, Fang Ming's interest was immediately hooked, and he didn't leave with a smile, waiting for this person who saw Song He take action to clean up the gym.

Half an hour later, Feng Zhihui walked into the club with a helpless expression, followed by several young people in addition to the assistant.

These people are all well-proportioned and strong, and they look like they have been trained for a long time.

The leader was a man with an inch-cut head who was about the same age as Feng Zhihui, with a big nose, small eyes, bronze skin, and an ordinary appearance with no special features.But in every gesture, there is always a taste of being flamboyant and unrestrained.

Feng Zhihui brought a group of people to the rest area, raised his finger at Song He, and said with displeasure: "If you beat him, I will write you a defeat letter!"

The short-haired man looked at Song Heji with raised eyebrows, but didn't notice anything unusual about this man with a normal complexion.

But he also understands that Feng Zhihui trusts this person so much and is willing to bet on defeat, so he must have something to rely on, so it is best to challenge Feng Zhihui according to the plan.

However, before he opened his mouth, Song He had already seen what he was thinking, and said loudly: "If you don't dare to fight, get out! If you come to someone else's place and don't obey other people's rules, it's enough for you to be so cowardly. !"

As soon as the words were finished, the eyes of the inch-cut man suddenly burst into flames, and the young people behind him even shouted, as if they were about to rush up and make a move in the next second.

The surrounding members had already noticed the movement here and gathered around to help Song He.

Suddenly, the rest area was very noisy, and people on both sides were scolding each other and about to start fighting.

Song He sneered when he saw this, stood up and pressed his hands down, immediately lowering his voice.

Then Song He stared at the inch-cut man and sneered: "Anyway, we have set the rules. If you don't dare, then don't come again. Anyway, no one will fight you when you come. It's better to waste less time. .”

Song He instantly ignited the anger of the inch-cut man, and said with a sneer, "Then follow your rules, but you have to sign a waiver of liability to avoid trouble in the future."

Song He was pleased, but nodded coldly, as if he didn't care about what was about to happen.

After signing the dismissal letter, Song He put on protective gear and gloves, and walked slowly towards a square ring surrounded by a group of members.

And just when Song He was about to take the stage, the man with the mustache came forward and said in a low voice: "Xiao Song, this person's way of life is relatively wild, you must be careful."

Song He smiled: "Don't worry."

The inch-cut man also put on his protective gear and gloves, and was doing warm-up exercises on the ring.

Five minutes later, the two men finished their warm-up, but the audience beside the ring was clearly divided into two groups, looking at the ring nervously or excitedly.

"This person is finished." Fang Ming was in a position with a good view, shook his head and said, "Song He wants to avenge the starling."

Feng Zhihui on the side nodded and sighed: "I only realized it now, I should have stopped it earlier."

Fang Ming glanced at Feng Zhihui contemptuously: "Can you stop it?"

"I can't stop it!" Feng Zhihui didn't feel embarrassed at all, and simply admitted his cowardly words: "That's why I only understand now, you know?"

Song He on the ring raised his hands to observe the short-cut man, and found that the opponent's attack was full of aggression, but it was not as coherent as Fang Ming's movements, obviously he was the type used to attacking quickly.

Tens of seconds later, Song He had already figured out the opponent's action routine and waited for the opportunity to move.

The inch-cut man was also very dissatisfied with Song He, who only knew how to dodge, so he rushed forward and twisted his hips and raised his legs, which was a low sweep.

Song He stepped back and dodged, but his upper body didn't seem to have time to lean back. The left side of his face was just within the attack range of the short-haired man!
The inch-cut man was overjoyed, and swung a straight fist with his right hand straight to Song He's cheek!
Unexpectedly, Song He's flaw was just to lure the enemy. He quickly ducked and dodged a straight punch, kicked off his feet and quickly approached, and hit the short-headed man's head firmly with his right hand!

"Humph!"

An extremely obvious muffled hum came into everyone's ears, and the cropped man staggered and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Song He whipped his leg and swept, and under the horrified eyes of everyone, he firmly stopped his foot an inch away from the position where the short-haired man was hit just now!
In an instant, the entire club was silent, until Song He calmly retracted his right leg, it seemed that the sound switch was turned on.

"When did Xiao Song become so powerful!"

"This look is so beautiful!"

"Brother Long, are you okay!"

"Brother Long, come on!"

Amidst the applause and the exclamation of his companions from the cropped man, Song He took off his equipment with great confidence, and stood by the side of the ring looking at the cropped man who struggled hard but couldn't stand up.

He clearly knew that with his own strength and control, you wouldn't be able to stand up for half a minute with a cropped man.

And Fang Ming smacked his lips at this time, and exclaimed: "His movements have become a lot simpler again, just look at it, this short cut will be able to top a panda eye tomorrow, absolutely exactly the same as myna's!"

"It's too scary. The battle ends so soon." Feng Zhihui nodded in agreement, but as a former professional player, he could see more things, and he couldn't help but feel a little shocked:

Even if Song He goes to play in the league now, there is absolutely no one in the same level as his opponent!

(End of this chapter)