Really young master, he came to the pride gate

Tyson is the boxing champion here. He has been here for three years and has never lost.

Looking at Yan Chen, who is tall but fragile, contempt flashed in his eyes.

King also said to let him go all out, such a little boy, he doesn't need to go all out, just five points can knock him down.

The referee also didn't take Yan Chen seriously, and handed him the glove and the articulator, and said indifferently in English: "Sir, the time is 2 minutes. If you win, you can get a reward of 100 million US dollars."

Yan Chen didn't want a occluder, but just took a glove, put it on his hand slowly, and said lightly, "If you knock him down, will the reward be doubled?"

The referee was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced in King's direction, and nodded slightly, "Of course, if you win against Kensen, you can get 200 million."

Tyson sneered, "Although you are a guest, I still have to say, you are too whimsical, no one in this ring can beat me."

Yan Chen stretched out his hand and signaled the staff to help him fasten his gloves, with a casual smile on his lips, "Really? Then from today, your myth will be shattered."

Tyson chose to smile contemptuously at Yan Chen's big words, "I hope you can still say this in 2 minutes."

The referee glanced at the time, whistled for the two to get ready, and then called out to start.

The audience in the audience heard Yan Chen's words, and couldn't help saying: "This guest is really confident, what happened to the last person who threatened to defeat Tyson?"

"Looks like he was beaten half to death?"

"I admire the courage of guest No. 46, but I have to say that he is really desperate."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Yue Huai and the others, and seeing Yue Huai and the others looked very calm, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise.

Song Fanyin leaned back on the chair and asked Yuehuai, "How strong is Mr. Yan's punch?"

Yuehuai put down her drink, picked up Yanchen's champagne and drank it, and said slowly, "914."

Obviously a year ago it was more than 800, lower than him, a man who secretly worked hard is really bad.

Song Fanyin: "..."

So don't look at Mr. Yan as a noble man, but he can actually kill a bear with one punch?

Tyson didn't know the strength of Yan Chen's punch, and he didn't even pay attention to him. After the referee called "start", he swung his fist and threw it at Yan Chen.

In his prediction, this fist will knock out all the guest's teeth.

He thought bloodily, waiting for the next scream.

But... no.

His fist was blocked, and he raised his head in disbelief.

Yan Chen pursed his lips in a slow manner, and swung his right fist fiercely to Quan Sen's face like the wind.

boom--

The glove fell on the flesh and blood, making a dull sound.

Tyson felt a sharp pain, staggered and took two steps back, his pupils constricted.

Yan Chen laughed, "Don't be surprised, this is just the beginning."

After he finished speaking, he waved his fist again.

The originally noisy arena was silent at this moment, and everyone was in disbelief, staring blankly at Yan Chen.

After a while, someone squeezed out, "What... the situation? Tyson was beaten?!"

"Crazy, fake? Did Tyson release the water?"

Someone quickly denied this statement, "Impossible, even if Tyson wants to release water, it is now."

Only Yuehuai and Song Fanyin had calm expressions.

With a fist strength of 914, what is impossible.

Huo Chiyan looked at the stage, his aura changed drastically like the enthusiasm of a cheetah, and his ink eyes flickered.

Yan Chen's second punch was dodged by Tyson.

After all, Tyson is the champion of boxing, and he is still very capable to be invincible in this black boxing market.

But when Yan Chen's third punch landed, he still couldn't dodge it.

Soon, because he was punched several times in a row, the articulator fell off, and his bad teeth were broken.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Yan Chen with horror in his eyes, "You... who are you?"

Why has he never heard of such a character in the underground boxing arena.

Yan Chen still had a dignified and lazy attitude, even his expression did not change, he said slowly, "You are not qualified enough to know my identity, 2 minutes are up, do you want to admit defeat?"

Tyson swallowed hard, his intuition after being in the boxing ring for a long time made him understand that he couldn't fight at all, but...

He couldn't help but glanced at King's direction, gritted his teeth, clenched his fist again, and swung at Yan Chen.

This time they did touch each other, but only to the corner of Yan Chen's clothes.

Not seeing how Yan Chen moved, she nimbly dodged Tyson's fist, and at the same time, punched him in the face again.

What followed was a unilateral blow, and Tyson had no power to fight back.

Five minutes later, he fell to the ground, his ribs and arms were broken, and he had no strength to resist.

The referee counted ten, and after confirming that Tyson could not get up, he swallowed and said to Yan Chen: "Guest number 46, you have won."

Yan Chen shook his sweaty hair, took off his gloves, and walked slowly down the stage.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in King's eyes, and he gestured to the subordinates beside him.

The subordinate understood, pointed the gun at Yan Chen, narrowed his eyes slightly, and pulled the trigger.

Yue Huai, who was sitting on the seat, saw a cold light out of the corner of his eyes, his eyes turned cold, and without thinking, he flew to Yan Chen's side, and shouted coldly: "Get out of the way."

The moment Yan Chen heard the gunshot, his figure flickered, he turned sideways, and at the same time hugged Yue Huai who was flying over.

The two rolled to the ground.

boom--

The bullet grazed the tops of the two men's heads and hit the waiter behind them.

The waiter fell on his back, bleeding from his chest.

Song Fanyin reacted as early as when the Huaihe River was moving, and quickly rushed to the side of the shooter, kicked off the gun in his hand, and grabbed King by the throat.

"court death!"

King's expression turned cold.

His men all took their guns and aimed at Song Fanyin.

Huo Chiyan ran over closely following Song Fanyin, but he was a step slower and was held at gunpoint by King's men.

Bloodthirsty light rose in his dark eyes, but he didn't dare to act rashly because he was controlled. He could only look at Song Fanyin with an anxious expression.

King was controlled, tensed all over, and said slowly, "Even if you kill me, you can't escape from here."

The audience was startled by the turn of events and ran away screaming.

Yue Huai and Yan Chen moved at the same time, looking at King with frosty eyes, "If you kill my friend, I will make you regret being born in this world."

King's eyelids twitched, his eyes as cold as a poisonous snake looked at Yuehuai, his pupils constricted, "Who the hell are you?"

He just wanted Tyson to get rid of the person who took the stage, intending to avenge his previous revenge, but he didn't expect that the other party was so powerful that he knocked Tyson down.

The moment he saw Tyson fall, he realized that the other party was a powerful person who would even pose a threat to him, which he did not allow, so he asked his men to shoot.

But he didn't want to move, there were four people in total, and three of them were not easy.

Yan Chen put one hand in his pocket, his ink eyes flashed cold, and he quickly returned to laziness, "King, you don't want to know our identities. Do it."

Following Yan Chen's order, dozens of men in ordinary clothes surrounded him, each with a gun in his hand.

King's fingers trembled almost inaudibly, and his face changed color, "You... are you from the manor?"

Yan Chen waited for the people he brought to control all King's subordinates, and waved to Song Fanyin, signaling him to come over. He looked at King with amorous peach blossom eyes, still smiling lazily.

"Originally everything was safe and sound, it was you who provoked first."

King couldn't maintain his calm posture any longer, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, "Let me go, I didn't know it was Mr. Yan and Shao Yue, I...I would like to give you this boxing arena."

Why is this happening?Those two who came from China are obviously just ordinary people, why did they get involved with the people in the manor?

After coming to the triangle area, he knew that there was a special manor here, and the people in the manor were special and powerful, and he must never mess with it.

If he had known it was these two, he would have dared not even touch them.

Yue Huai took out a pill from his pocket, with indifferent brows, forcefully opened King's mouth, and stuffed the pill in.

"Ring, no, we're not interested."

King didn't know what Yuehuai gave him to eat, but fear still filled his heart, and he couldn't help but want to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Sorry, I was wrong, please, let me go."

Yue Huai ignored him, and glanced at Song Fanyin, "Are you injured?"

Song Fanyin shook his head, "No."

Yue Huai groaned, looked at Yan Chen, "Brother?"

Yan Chen took his hand slowly, and told his subordinates, "You don't need to kill someone if you cut off your hands and feet."

King almost fainted. He brought the best subordinates in the organization today. If he lost his limbs, his organization would be useless. At that time, his enemies would eat him alive like a shark smelling blood.

King's subordinates wanted to resist, but what they didn't know was that Yan Chen brought all the ancient warriors, and their confrontation was like a clumsy trick of children to the ancient warriors.

Within a minute, all those who wanted to resist had their tendons and hamstrings broken.

Screams and howls kept ringing in the empty boxing ring, and the waiters hid under the tables trembling.

Yan Chen didn't seem to hear it, and walked out slowly while holding Yue Huai's hand, "I'm hungry, what would Huai Huai want to eat?"

Yue Huai said lazily, "Whatever, tsk, it's so annoying, I wanted to play for a while."

Yan Chen raised her lips and smiled softly, "Go to another place next time. What do you want to eat?"

It was Song Fanyin and Huo Chiyan who asked the question.

Huo Chiyan followed Yue Huai every step of the way, his heartstrings hadn't recovered from his nervousness, he stared at Song Fanyin, "Mr. Yan has decided. Yinyin, how are you?"

Song Fanyin raised his eyelids, his gaze touched Huo Chiyan's dark eyes filled with worry and fear, he paused, "It's okay."

Huo Chiyan couldn't help holding his hand, and mosawed carefully, "It's fine."

Seeing Yinyin being pointed at with a gun just now, his heart almost stopped.

Song Fanyin paused, didn't pull his hand back, put one hand in his pocket, and walked forward coolly.

How should I put it, Huo Chiyan was suddenly pleasing to the eye.