A super security guard who became the richest man starting from saving the school girl

Chapter 333
Western men obviously don't give up so easily.

The score of 842 with one punch was far beyond his expectation. According to his original guess, it should be easy to break the record of 900 points.

He said something to Yang Juan in English.

Yang Juan quickly spent another 200 yuan to buy two coins.

In the next two challenges, this person exerted all his strength and used all his breastfeeding strength.

Two consecutive times, 835 and 829 respectively.

Obviously, as this person made successive shots, his strength dropped a little bit, and in the end not only failed to reach the expected 900 points, but began to decline.

He stopped cursing.

Yang Juan was a little embarrassed, just now she boasted so much,

Now the record has not been broken as expected, and she is still far from the record of 900 points, which makes her feel a little ashamed.

She began to forcibly regain face for herself:

"Haha, it seems that this record is indeed not easy to break, but he is 100 points higher than the previous ones. It seems that race does have an advantage!"

Xiao Feng chuckled.

"I don't see the racial advantage, but the professional advantage does exist. After all, he is a boxer. If he can't even compare with the porter brother before, it will be too unreasonable."

Yang Juan's complexion was a little ugly.

Xindao, even though my boyfriend failed to break the record, he can still hit you ten times!
Although she thought so in her heart, she couldn't say it out loud, after all, Xiao Feng was her boyfriend when she was young, if she said what was in her heart, it would be tantamount to tearing her face apart.

"I'm stronger than all of you!"

The western man seemed to be looking for a sense of presence, waved his thigh-thick arms, and yelled a sentence in English, but few understood it.

Xiao Feng sarcastically mercilessly:
"Brother, your strength is not as powerful as you said yourself. Let alone whether you can kill a cow with one punch, I think it is difficult to kill a chicken."

Mei Qingying tugged at his arm, signaling him to save face.

Xiao Feng is full of disgust from the bottom of his heart for those who don't know what to say and have a sense of superiority. It is impossible for him to be kind to people he hates.

Yang Juan couldn't take it anymore, Xiao Feng maliciously teased his boyfriend, which was tantamount to mocking her.

"So what? Although my boyfriend's words were exaggerated, it is undeniable that he is still the strongest among all the people present. His high score of more than 800 points is enough to prove everything."

The Western man was also burned with anger by Xiao Feng's ridicule.

"You can do it! Let's see, can you reach half of my score? As long as you can score 800 points with one punch, I will admit in front of everyone that your race is the best and mine is the worst!"

Seeing that Xiao Feng was lean and thin, and his body was twice as tall as the opponent's, he could draw a conclusion with his heels that this person's strength was definitely far inferior to his.

"Since you have said so, then I will try!"

Just as Xiao Feng was about to step forward, Mei Qingying stopped him.

"Stop messing around!"

She desperately winked at Xiao Feng.

After all, this is a competition of strength, and she doesn't think that Xiao Feng's body type can explode with stronger strength than that Western man.

"Xiaoying, what are you afraid of if you try it! If you don't do some things by yourself, you will never know how difficult it is."

Yang Juan said in a strange way.

Xiao Feng bought two coins and put them in the machine.

No one had hoped for him.

"900 points is too high, it is impossible for someone to break it.

"That's for sure. I suspect that this record was not created by humans at all, but was tampered with by people in the video game city. I don't believe that anyone in China can score 900 points."

"Since the video game city dares to hold this event, and the bonus is a terrifying 20, it shows that it has been very clear for a long time that no one can succeed, otherwise they would not have lost money!"

"20! Does the video game city have such a monthly profit?"

……

Hearing the whispers around, Yang Juan smiled, as if she was waiting to see Xiao Feng make a fool of herself in public.

Mei Qingying was a little restless.

She was afraid that Xiao Feng's loss would be too ugly.

At this time, Xiao Feng walked slowly in front of the machine.

I saw that his feet were uneven, and he seemed to be standing very casually.

He stepped on his feet, got up from the ground with all his strength, united his waist and horse, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and punched out.

Bang!
The stressed target is hit.

The red numbers on the machine began to scroll wildly.

It passed 700 in an instant.

"what!!!"

There was an exclamation from the audience.

Because the number jumped too fast, by the time they saw it clearly, it had already passed 700 points.

"NO!~~"

The Western man's eyes widened and he screamed, as if he wanted to inject negative energy into the number.

At this time, the number exceeded 800!

Worst of all, there is still no sign of slowing down.

Known by Yang Juan as the strongest 842 in the game, it was easily overtaken.

When the score reached 890, it finally started to slow down.

"897, 898, 899..."

Everyone meditated silently.

"900!!!"

I don't know who it is in the crowd, and let out a yell.

The score on the machine actually exceeded 900!

Although the digital beating is already very slow, it is still advancing slowly.

"928!"

The numbers finally stopped.

The machine sounded the sound of setting off fireworks, celebrating the birth of a new record.

Everyone was stunned.

Countless eyes stared blankly at the new record.

"92! Awesome!!"

"It turns out...someone really can break the record."

"This guy won 20 yuan!"

The audience burst into flames.

Yang Juan and his boyfriend had already fallen into a state of confusion.

"How could this be, it's impossible!"

Yang Juan was talking to herself.

Her boyfriend, with his eyes wide open, kept talking about selling cakes.

After a long while, Yang Juan came back to her senses and cried out: "I don't believe it! I don't believe you are better than David. There must be something wrong with the machine, it must be!"

Mei Qingying saw her making trouble so unreasonably, she couldn't bear it anymore, and she was going to get angry when she came up.

Xiao Feng smiled slightly and reached out to stop her.

"Don't worry, I still have one coin left!"

After all, the waist and horse are still one, twisting the waist and swinging the arms, and punching out.

The first punch just now was just a test, this is the real punch.

Bang! ! !
The second punch hits the target.

This time it exploded directly.

One beat came to 800.

900 followed.

"impossible!"

Someone screamed.

The number rushed to 1000 at an extremely fast speed, but it was also frozen.

1000 points is the maximum limit of this machine.

The power of Xiao Feng's punch far exceeded the limit that the machine could measure.

On the boxing dynamometer, the 1000 number kept flashing, and a whining alarm sounded, indicating that the machine could no longer withstand heavier punches and was on the verge of collapse.

The whole place was silent!

Everyone had the same expression, stretching their necks and opening their mouths, with the expression of seeing a ghost.

After the two punches were done, Xiao Feng stopped.

"I don't know if I can kill a cow with this punch?"

He glanced at the sweaty, muscular Western brawny man with little strength, his eyes were full of disdain and disgust.

(End of this chapter)