The rich and powerful family of the city against the young

In Qingzhou's camp, the strong man named Daxing who played in the battle, just started waving his huge fist and threw himself at the opponent's boxer.

Because he is tall and imposing, his steps on the ground give people a great sense of shock.

It's just that he didn't hit the opponent even after several pounces, and after the opponent figured out his routine, he jumped up and hit his neck with an elbow, and the big man fell straight on the ring.

The Qingzhou side, which was still applauding, suddenly fell into silence like a cock being strangled by the neck.

"This is a typical muay thai style of fighting. There is such a terrifying explosive power in the seemingly thin body. It's amazing!"

Yu Zhankui commented.

"What will happen if you go up and fight?"

Gu Qingcheng couldn't help asking.

"We must lose."

Yu Zhankui said two words without hesitation.

"What about Brother Chen?"

Chen Xuan smiled, but did not speak.

That lean man had some strength, but the reason why he was able to win so easily was because the strong man was strong on the outside but not useful on the outside.

"What a waste!"

Poison Rose punched the table in front of her hard.

Xu Weidong, who was still smiling just now, also became gloomy.

This boxing match is not as simple as winning or losing, it is the first step for Li Xiaotian to take over Qingzhou. If Qingzhou loses today, it will not be so easy to stop Li Xiaotian in the future.

On the opposite side, Li Xiaotian laughed wildly: "Haha! Xu Weidong, this is the boxer you picked out? It's so vulnerable! My general hasn't really made a move yet. It seems that Qingzhou doesn't have anyone available!"

Beside Li Xiaotian, a tower-like man with no clothes on his upper body, showing terrifying muscles.

Li Xiaotian's maniacal laughter made Xu Weidong and the others look even more ugly here, wishing they could drag him down immediately and chop him up.

"I'll play next game."

Beside Xu Weidong, bald Yang Jing stood up.

He is Xu Weidong's number one general, and he is also the most famous iron fist in the Jianghu of Qingzhou.

"Okay, this battle can't be lost again!"

Xu Weidong said.

Chen Xuan and Yang Jing also met once. Last time in the alley, it was Yang Jing who subdued those strong men.

When Yang Jing entered the ring, Chen Xuan finally showed some interest on his face.

At the same time, he found that there was a familiar figure in the position below.

Yang Jiaojiao, Jiang Ying's best friend.

Sitting next to Yang Jiaojiao was a man of ordinary appearance but wearing a famous brand. At this moment, he was gently walking on her back with his palm. It seemed that the palm of the other party was a little presumptuous. The man slapped his face directly.

"Snapped!"

The sound was crisp and clear, attracting a lot of attention from around.

"What are you pretending to be innocent? I spent 10,000+ on you, what's wrong with touching you?"

Chen Xuan just moved to the bathroom, seeing this scene, he didn't intend to intervene.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw the man pulling Yang Jiaojiao's hair and said viciously, "I've already booked a room, so I'll sleep with me obediently at night, or you'll know my energy."

People around were watching the fun, and at the same time, Chen Xuan heard some people discussing it.

"This is the young master of the Feng family. This girl really has no self-respect. She spends her money and doesn't want her to play with her. It's not that easy."

Yang Jiaojiao, with disheveled hair, was already in despair.

Chen Xuan hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over.

"What kind of skill is it for a big man to hit a woman?"