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"Mr. Stark, what would you like to eat? The hotel's chef is already preparing it for you." The manager came to entertain you personally.

Not only is Tony Stark's status, but more importantly, he is the most famous traffic star in Time Magazine. It is even more unusual for him to come to eat here than a Hollywood star.

Tony Stark looked around, trying to find a good position, and happened to meet Chen Qi's eyes.

The two people's eyes immediately staggered.

Tony adjusted his expensive suit and pointed to Chen Qi's position: "That location seems to have good lighting."

The manager glanced at the seat in the corner. It was completely backlit, and the light was not good at all. He didn't know when the Chinese had offended Tony Stark. Since Mr. Stark said so, he could only ask him to leave.

The waiter walked to Chen Qi and said respectfully: "Sir, if you are willing to change tables now, your lunch will be free."

"No problem." Chen Qi readily agreed. When he stood up, he gently pressed his hot palm on the chair.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he heard Tony Stark screaming in pain.

Tony sat down on the broken chair without looking embarrassed. He waved his hand to stop the manager who came to help him. He stood up, straightened the sawdust on his suit, took out his mobile phone and sent a message, saying to the manager: " you are fired."

Tony walked to the door, put on his sunglasses, turned around and said, "I forgot to mention, I bought this a minute ago."

It wasn't until he walked out of the hotel that no one paid attention. Tony rubbed his butt in pain and got into the sports car with a strange posture.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, Chen Qi came to 361 Brooklyn Street.

During the day, this is a beer shop.

A white man wearing a baseball cap sat on a beer barrel to collect tickets.

He stopped Chen Qi and stretched out his hand to give money.

"I'm here to compete." Chen Qi expressed his intention.

Peter glanced at Chen Qi's body shape: "OK"

"Sure." Chen Qi replied.

"Sanny, here comes another guy." Pete shouted into the room.

After a while, a woman with wheat-colored skin wearing hot pants took Chen Qi in.

In the dark corridor, the sound of enthusiastic spectators came from the basement. Shanni's hands wandered irregularly on Chen Qi: "A very strong man, but you have to face 200-pound men. After the game, If you still have the energy, we’ll have a nice evening.”

Shanni said that the graceful figure was a temptation. She certainly didn't think that Chen Qi would be able to stand up after the competition. Greiss was the designated champion tonight and no one could change it.

When Chen Qi entered the waiting room for the competition, he was greeted with questioning and mocking eyes.

There were five thick-haired muscular men sitting on the stools. After seeing Chen Qi come in, one of them stretched his legs directly on the chair. Chen Qi stood quietly in the corner. He was here to get the bonus, and he didn't want to teach the mentally retarded.

"Tonight, Gres has defeated five challengers, and next he will face the sixth and final challenger." The host approached the microphone and roared with all his strength, and the entire basement was filled with beer and hormones.

One by one, scantily clad girls danced enthusiastically during breaks.

Chen Qi walked out of the preparation room. According to the screams outside, the five tough men who had gone out before had all been beaten to death. From the bursts of sighs, it can be judged that the challenger lost quickly, which made Chen Qi a little interested in that Gress, wondering if he could get a punch from him.

"Jason, I'm going to warn the last challenger. The boss said that Grex must win today." Harrison said, just about to leave the observation room.

"That's not necessary. That man doesn't seem to be able to withstand a punch from Greiss." Jason put out the cigarette butt and blew out the mist.

"It seems true." Harrison watched the thin Chen Qi enter the arena.

When Chen Qi entered the venue, strong boos erupted in the basement, and some people even demanded a refund of their gambling money, because it seemed that Chen Qi was too weak. This was completely a conspiracy to let a useless person participate in the competition to defraud gambling money.

Of course, these troublemakers were severely beaten by thugs in the underground boxing ring.

Chen Qi slowly walked into the arena.

Gres, whose arms were thicker than his thighs, spat at Chen Qi provocatively and roared like a lion.

Chen Qi turned his body sideways to avoid the spittle and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to die?"

Others couldn't hear it, but these five words contained inner strength and entered Greshi's ears clearly.

Greiss's heart dropped, and then he was stunned. Before the competition bell rang, he pounced directly on Chen Qi, breaking out like a bull.

Chen Qi didn't even prepare to use his true energy. He stepped on his body and turned sideways slightly to avoid the opponent's bear attack. When the opponent rushed to his side, he dispersed Wu Jiujia's internal energy and slapped him on the back.

Gres's huge body instantly lost its center of gravity and fell onto the stage, rushing down like a car whose brakes failed.

The basement was silent for a second, and then booed again, but it was for Grex. Everyone thought he slipped on his own, and no one cared about Chen Qi's gentle pat.

"The competition hasn't started yet, this is just a warm-up session." The host said quickly.

"Fortunately, the kick-off bell didn't ring. What happened to this Greiss? He actually slipped." Jason was frightened and shivered.

Gres didn't get up for a long time. The place where he was hit on his back burned and the flesh was swollen.

Seeing that Gres hadn't gotten up yet, the booing in the basement became louder and louder.

"What are you waiting for? Let him go up!" Jason yelled into the microphone.

Four hot girls came over to help Greiss up and made alluring moves to the people in the stands, quelling the booing.

"If you lose, you know the boss's methods." The woman whispered in Grex's ear.

Greiss walked onto the stage, thinking about his words in his mind.

the bell rings,

Greiss mouthed: "If you are knocked down by me, I will give you 2000 US dollars. If you beat me, you will not be able to get the bonus alive."

Chen Qi frowned. He didn't use his killing move just now because a dead person would inevitably be in trouble. But now, it seems that the money is going to be snatched away. No matter how long times have changed, violence will always be a good way to solve problems.

Chen Qi stepped on his body, quickly got close, and punched out with a pure punch.

Grishi blocked in shock, but after contacting Chen Qi's fist, his thick hands were blasted away.

The huge body spit out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily.

After a brief silence in the arena, it broke out.

"Jason, the Chinese guy is here to get the bonus."

"He made me lose $30000 in my handicap overnight, and there is no bonus. He wants to stay and make money for me," Jason roared.

"Jason, Greiss refers to the sandbags sent to Daxiamen." Harrison reminded.

Jason's face instantly turned pale. Chinatown's Da Xia Men, the largest foreign gang in New York. The sect leader returned from practicing martial arts in China at the age of 23. In a few years, he forced the blacks to retreat and intimidated the mafia. He usually likes to find people who can fight to practice. Those who go to practice are either disabled or disabled, so It's called a sandbag.

"How about we send this Chinese guy over? Isn't he very good at fighting?" Harrison suggested.

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