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In the octagonal cage in the middle of the night show was a duel between two lightweight fighters.
Both of them have dark yellow skin, one has a bald head, the other has a short head, and they practice Muay Thai.
Zhang Jing bought a bald head for 200 yuan to win, because the bald head is covered in bronze and looks more fierce.
However, being fierce does not mean that he is strong. His bald head was quickly pinned to the ground and rubbed by his opponent.
The 'bronzer' also fell off.
Nima, it turns out that it is artificially colored and fake! Bayi Chinese website
"Fuck!" Zhang Jingqi cursed. He usually couldn't bear to eat or drink, but he couldn't bear to pay 200 meters for nothing.
However, even though he lost money, a girl sat down next to him.
"The next game is in twenty minutes, so stay tuned."
Looking closely at a woman wearing a light printed long skirt, a pink bellyband, and her back hanging in the air, Zhang Jing asked, "Are those two actors just now?"
"I'm not an actor," the woman whose shirt had to be made of less fabric denied, "it's just that there are relatively few customers now, so the boxers on the stage are relatively weak."
Zhang Jing didn't believe it, but he didn't intend to expose her.
"Speaking of which," Zhang Jing looked at the woman's wrist and asked, "You're not wearing a watch or a bracelet. Are you a real girl or a fake girl?"
The woman's red lips parted slightly and she asked, "What do you think?"
Zhang Jing asked, "Brother, what's your surname?"
The woman stared, but before she could attack, a group of people walked in from the direction of the entrance to the underground boxing ring.
The leader was a woman about 26 or 27 years old, with a dark complexion, a long hairstyle, a leather jacket and leather trousers, and she looked not to be trifled with.
"Pichaya," the woman in leather clothes and leather pants shouted, "from today on, this underground boxing ring belongs to me!"
Zhang Jing couldn't understand Thai, but the visitor looked in his direction and spoke.
Pichaya, who was wearing a pink bellyband, had a serious expression on his face. He stood up in a flash and took the initiative to greet a group of people. "Natabo, this is not a place for you to be arrogant. Get out of here right now!"
"Haha!" Natabo, who was wearing leather clothes and leather trousers, laughed loudly, "Pichaya, your master is about to fall. You'd better run away while there is still time to avoid being liquidated."
Pichaya approached Natapo in leather pants and ordered, "Did you have such a sweet dream, my boss will never fail, get out!"
Zhang Jing couldn't understand a word, but it was interesting to see them at war with each other.
At the same time, more than ten people stood behind Pichai, who was wearing a pink bellyband, to support her.
There are more than ten people on both sides, and they seem to be equally powerful.
Not interested in watching the excitement, Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone and planned to record it and post it on Douyin.
However, the conflict immediately got out of control.
The person on Chaya's side took out two revolvers, and the person on the other side of the leather jacket and leather trousers took out two trolls. If a war breaks out, it will break out.
Worried that she would be accidentally injured, Zhang Jing had no choice but to jump out and speak, "Two strong women, please wait until I walk out before you fight again."
While talking, Zhang Jing was about to leave, but was stopped by someone in leather clothes and pants.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Jing was not at all frightened and asked the pretty girl in leather clothes and leather pants at close range.
"I have said it before," Natabo, who was wearing leather clothes and leather trousers, answered Zhang Jing in English, "Whoever dares to come here to bet on boxing just has trouble with me. Since you dare to come, don't blame me for being rude!"
"I'm a tourist. I just came here today," Zhang Jing pointed at Pichaya, who was wearing a pink bellyband. "If you don't believe me, ask her."
However, Pichaya did not speak for Zhang Jing.
The air felt a little quiet for a moment.
What should we do in this situation? Should we take out the gun and kill them all?
The answer is no, there are too many people and killing them all would be too big a problem.
Thoughts flashed through his mind. Zhang Jing snatched a revolver from the hands of the pink bellyband Pichaya at the speed of blinking his eyes.
The man whose revolver was taken away looked confused and did not react.
Sweep the floor.
Another revolver and the two spray guns in the leather jacket and leather pants were aimed at Zhang Jing.
"Speak in English." As he spoke, Zhang Jing opened the revolver's magazine and poured out the five bullets inside, leaving only one. "Explain your conflict clearly, and we'll bet on the revolver."
Pichai and Nata Bomer looked at each other.
"Six months ago, this venue belonged to another big boss, but she lost power," Nata Bo, wearing a leather jacket and leather pants, introduced Zhang Jing, "so she was snatched away by this bitch boss."
"Now," Natabo looked provocatively at Pichai, who was wearing a pink bellyband, "this bitch boss is about to lose power. My boss is in the limelight, so I have to take it back."
Zhang Jing was confused when he heard that the relationship was really stolen, and there was no legal transfer procedure?
In this case, can he also steal it?
Not intending to cause trouble, Zhang Jingyang raised his chin and said, "I will shoot three times in a row, and then you will continue to decide the winner."
"Three shots?" Pichaya, who was wearing a pink bellyband, was shocked.
Natabo, who was wearing a leather jacket and leather pants, also looked shocked.
"That's right, three shots." As he spoke, Zhang Jing turned the revolver's magazine to rotate rapidly, and then controlled the magazine to stop.
Natabo, in leather clothes and pants, insulted, "Are you crazy?"
"I'm definitely not crazy." Zhang Jing took the rare opportunity to pick up a girl, pointed the gun at his chin, looked at the leather clothes and pants at close range, smelling her and her body scent, and pulled the trigger at the same time, "After three shots, if I didn't Damn, how about you have a drink with me?"
As the firing pin missed, everyone's heart beat hard.
The air was extremely quiet, and everyone was extremely frightened. On the contrary, Zhang Jing, as the person involved, looked indifferent and was still in the mood to pick up girls.
Then Zhang Jing turned to look at the girl with a pink bellyband and asked teasingly: "Your bellyband is very beautiful. May I ask your name?"
As the word 'Fang Ming' was spoken, the sound of the firing pin falling was heard again.
Now there are more than thirty people, and their hearts shrink again.
Zhang Jing was the most relaxed, blatantly acting like a gangster and said, "I'll shoot three times, and you can continue to gamble. If you don't dare, you two can fix the faucet together."
"Crazy!" Natabo in leather clothes and leather trousers originally thought she was the strongest, but she didn't expect someone to appear out of nowhere and be braver than her. "I promise you, if you have the ability, you can fire the third shot!"
Zhang Jing looked at Pichaya in the pink bellyband and asked, "What did you say?"
There are six bullet chambers, one of which is empty for bullets, and there are five empty slots. The fierce man in front of him fired three shots, and if he didn't die, there would still be two empty slots.
The chance of survival is too small.
Considering that her rivals had already compromised, there was no need for her to insist. Thinking of this, Pichaya, who was wearing a pink bellyband, nodded.
"Very good!" Zhang Jing laughed loudly, gaining momentum, "You all have to hold on to the wall tomorrow!"
The third shot was fired while he was speaking.
There were more than thirty people present, and they instinctively retreated, fearing that they would be covered in blood.
But after the impact, Zhang Jing was not dead, his leather jacket and leather pants were silent, and so was his pink bellyband.
Yes, they want to cheat.
Zhang Jing couldn't let the duck fly away, and continued to say, "No matter who your boss is, I am the chosen one!"
The firing pin dropped for the fourth time while speaking.
Natabo, who was wearing a leather jacket and leather trousers, was completely convinced, "I am yours tonight, I can pose as you like."
"I don't mind fixing the faucet with this bitch," said Pichai, who was wearing a pink bellyband. "You'll get the best experience."
The boss of both parties had to serve a stranger at night. No one in the thirty or so people objected, so he left silently, each going back to his own home to find his own mother.
I met a ruthless person today, accept it!
