The most cruel system in history

Chapter 181 One punch!
Dong Qian nodded expressionlessly, and immediately walked out of the box.

For Dong Qian, Lin Hao is more confident. The opponent is practicing the authentic Xingyiquan, and now he has also practiced Wudang Yuanfeng Jue.

Lin Hao didn't believe that this small underground boxing arena would have dark fighters.

Downstairs, Li Gong held a cigar in his mouth, looked at a thin figure coming from not far away, smiled and said: "Guishou, if you win this game, I will award you 100 million!"

"thank you boss!"

Guishou looks very thin, but no one dares to underestimate him.

In the past two months, the ghost hand fought nine boxing matches for Li Gong, each of which was a direct KO of the opponent, without exception.

"Ghost hands, ghost hands..."

As soon as the ghost hand came out, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly boiled.

There are also many dudes who have a good relationship with Mo Fan, and they all secretly cheer for Ghost Hand. Although they all buy Ghost Hand to win, they don’t dare to blatantly shout to others, otherwise, they will be in trouble. Hit Mo Fan in the face.

"Master Tian, ​​how much did you buy this time?"

"Not much, 300 million ghost hands win!"

"Hey, me too!"

"Young Master Mo has lost nine games in a row. Tell me, will the fighter he recruited this time be the opponent of Ghost Hand?"

"I'm sure I can't beat the ghost hand, otherwise, Mo Shao wouldn't lose nine games in a row!"

In the small cubicle, the girl who knew Lin Hao stared at Guishou who jumped onto the ring and muttered: "Damn Pai Gu, I don't believe it, you keep winning!"

"Xixi, you lost the ghost bet again?" A girl next to him asked.

"Of course!"

Xixi gritted her teeth and said, "I just can't stand this dead rib!"

The girl next to her rolled her eyes and said, "If you have trouble with money, why not give it to me. How could the ghost hand lose?"

"Xixi, you have lost nine games in a row. I am afraid you have lost almost 30 yuan, right? Hahaha, I can win nine games in a row and make more than 90 yuan. This time, I bet all the money on Guishou. . Hehe, in 10 minutes, I can earn another 30 yuan." The young man looked proud, took a sip of red wine happily, and said again: "When the boxing match is over, shall we stick to the old rules?"

"Old rules, Yingdong Bar, whoever arrives first wins!" Xixi raised her neck, glared fiercely at the playboy, and said, "Young Master Xia, this time, let's play harder!"

"How big?"

"100 million!"

"100 million? Xixi, you are playing too much, right?"

"Xixi, you are going abroad soon, are you going to play for the last time?"

Xixi shrugged and said: "Yunyun is right, I am going to study abroad soon, this is the last match. I wonder if Young Master Xia dares to compare?"

"Comparison, who is afraid of whom?"

At the same time, Dong Qian and Gui Shou also stood on the ring.

Guishou's face was thin, and his smile made people disgusted. He stared at Dong Qian opposite him and smiled, "Boy, you are the tenth person I have defeated in this ring, so I will strike softly!"

"Xingyiquan, Dong Qian!"

Dong Qian's eyes were indifferent, and he slowly raised his hands and clasped them together.

"Xingyiquan? Haha, embroider your legs with fists!"

Guishou smiled coldly, shrugged, then spread his arms and said coldly: "Tonight, I will let you understand that the practical school is the way to go!"

"Ding dong!"

"Fist match, start!"

Below, a bastard rang a big clock.

Li Gong, who was holding a cigar, smiled and muttered in his heart, this time, how many seconds will it take for the ghost hand to KO the opponent?

"boom!"

A dull collision sounded, and a figure was blasted into the air, with bright red blood spraying out, and immediately fell heavily from the ring.

"Snapped!"

The cigar in his mouth fell to the ground, and Li Gong stared blankly at the ghost hand who had fallen into a coma under the ring.

The audience was silent, and everyone was stunned.

Suddenly, in the cubicle, Xixi jumped up excitedly and cheered loudly, "Damn, this dead rib is finally out of the ring!"

In the private room upstairs, Mo Fan and Sun Mi also looked stunned.

Although they know that Dong Qian is not weak, is this too strong?

You know, the ghost hand has KO'd nine times in a row, and Mo Fan hired a boxer with a lot of money.

On the arena, Dong Qian looked at the ghostly hands lying down below, clasped his fists again, "Accept!"

After saying that, Dong Qian turned around and walked down the ring.

"Damn, this is too perverted, isn't it? That's a ghost hand, and he was knocked out by a punch?"

"Is this a fake boxing match?"

"Ghost Hand is trash, I already knew he was unreliable, damn it, I lost more than 30 yuan!"

"Ghost Hand, you bastard!"

Everyone can accept the ghost hand being defeated, but they cannot accept the ghost hand being punched and KO.

Inside the box, Lin Hao stood up with a smile, and said to Mo Fan and Sun Mi, "You two, the boxing match is over, so I will take my leave first!"

"what?"

Mo Fan blinked, and immediately stood up excitedly, "Young Master Lin, make an offer and transfer Master Dong to me!"

"Ask Dong Qian yourself about this matter!"

"Row!"

At this moment Dong Qian walked into the box.

Although Dong Qian was still expressionless, Lin Hao could see that there was excitement flowing deep in those calm eyes.

After practicing Wudang Yuanfeng Jue for half a year, Dong Qian felt that his strength had increased a lot, but because he had no opponent, he was not sure how strong he was.

The strength of Gui Shou is not weak, if Dong Qian has no confidence to defeat him before practicing Wudang Yuanfeng Jue.

After all, Dong Qian is not a professional boxer, and in the ring, he can't display many skills.

But now, he just punched straight. If he hadn't retracted three points of force at the last moment and lowered his fist slightly, Ghost Hand's heart would definitely be shattered by the terrifying force.

"Master Dong, you are really amazing!" Mo Fan looked at Dong Qian excitedly.

"Thank you!"

"Master Dong, please make an offer, and you will be my bodyguard in the future!" Mo Fan's eyes were burning with fire.

Dong Qian frowned and shook his head.

"1000 million, 1000 million a month!"

Hearing Mo Fan's asking price, Lin Hao was once again overwhelmed by the financial resources of the Mo family, he is really rich.

1000 million is enough to share a pair of bodyguards with the strongest Blackwater bodyguard company in America.

Dong Qian's eyes were calm and he shook his head.

"2000 million!"

Without even thinking about it, Mo Fan quoted another sky-high price.

As if, in his eyes, 1000 million and 2000 million are like a dime and a dime, there is no difference.

"Sorry, I will not betray Young Master Lin!"

"How is this a betrayal? You are just Young Master Lin's bodyguard, even if you follow me in the future, it will not be considered a betrayal!" Mo Fan was a little impatient.

In Dong Qian's view, since Lin Hao taught him the precious inner skills, he can be regarded as his master.

Then, as long as you leave Lin Hao and join others, it will be considered a betrayal!

(End of this chapter)