Cool Treasure from Heaven: Mo Shaoxi as Father

With a whistle, the game officially begins.

The big man settled into a boxing stance, jumped up and hooked his fingers at A Lang.

He was thinking whether to play with this bean sprouts a couple of times, or to beat him down with one move?

A Lang's footsteps also moved.

She looked at the big man with wolf-like eyes.

Soon, the two began to get down to business.

The big guy only used three points of strength, and the end result of underestimating the enemy was a hard punch on the head.

The beating made him stare at him, and he staggered and almost fell down.

The originally lively spectators were quiet for a moment, and they did not expect to see such a scene.

"Did I get dazzled just now? The big guy was beaten by the little guy?"

"The big guy must have been unprepared."

"The little man's skills seem to be very flexible!"

"Her eyes are fierce too!"

"Oh, are we being fooled by her appearance?"

"..."

Some of the spectators in the audience were already regretting whether they had made the wrong bet.

On the playing field, the big guy obviously sensed something was wrong.

A Lang's movements are very agile, with a ruthless vigor, this is a ruthless person.

It was he who underestimated the enemy.

A flash of anger flashed in the big man's eyes, he straightened his face and no longer underestimated the enemy.

On the playing field, the two of you come and go, fighting in full swing.

The spectators in the audience saw their blood boiling, applauding and cursing endlessly.

Shu Xin also came.

She sat in the private room booked in advance and watched the game on the field.

There were 5 minutes to the end of the first game, and the big man was already out of breath, but A Lang still looked calm.

The score between the two is naturally A Lang leads.

Such a skinny little thing is actually so powerful!

Shu Xin looked gloomy, looking around for Lao Mo.

At this time, Lao Mo was also watching the game.

Like a group of spectators, he couldn't believe that the little guy who would lose in their eyes was about to win the first game.

This big guy is a boxer who has never lost in the boxing gym.

How could he lose to A Lang?
Beep, the phone rang.

Lao Mo came back to his senses, took out his cell phone and looked at it, and found that it was Shu Xin's call.

His old eyes flickered, and he walked to a quiet place and connected the phone.

"Miss Shu."

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you say that you will find a powerful boxer to beat her up? This is what you call beating up? Lao Mo, are you just playing me off?"

Shu Xin asked angrily.

"I didn't fool you, this big guy is really the most outstanding boxer here. Who would have thought that this wolf is so powerful?"

Old Mo said quickly.

"I don't care, I didn't spend so much money to find anger. Either you return the money to me, or you get someone to beat her up!"

Shu Xin put pressure on Lao Mo.

When Lao Mo heard this, he subconsciously covered his pockets tightly.

How can there be any reason to spit out the money in your pocket?
"Don't worry, isn't this just the first game? I'll find a way to make sure you see the result you want to see."

"Okay, I'll just sit in the private room and wait to see her get maimed."

Shu Xin hung up the phone with a snap.

Missy has such a temper.

Lao Mo stared at the phone, slandering in his heart.

At this time, there was a burst of booing around.

"The first match is over! Ah Lang wins!"

The referee's whistle sounded, and the referee raised A Lang's hand.

Although Alang's face was bruised and purple, she looked calm, not at all excited about winning the first match.

The big man on the opposite side was beaten black and blue, breathing heavily.

He gave A Lang a hard look, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and staggered off the stage.

The first game is over.

Lao Mo rolled his eyes, looked at A Lang who calmly walked off the field, and had an idea in his mind.

He walked out of the boxing ring quickly and went to get something.

In the lounge, Ah Lang wiped off his sweat, took a deep breath and sat down on a chair with his eyes closed.

There was burning pain on her face, and she was also slightly injured.

But this little injury was nothing serious to her.

Just a little thirsty.

want to drink water.

A Lang swallowed his saliva, opened his eyes and prepared to go outside to buy some water.

At this time, his mobile phone in the cabinet rang.

A Lang hesitated for a moment, went to the cabinet and took out his mobile phone.

On the phone was a call from Jiao Jinhan.

A Lang pursed his dry lips and connected the phone.

"Hey?"

"Where the hell are you?"

Jiao Jinhan on the other end of the phone couldn't get through, and he searched several clubs, but he couldn't find A Lang, so his temper was a little out.

A Lang took the phone a little farther away and said, "Didn't I say that, I'm boxing."

"Where is the boxing?"

"In the eastern suburbs."

"Eastern Suburb? Are you playing black boxing? Are you dying?"

Jiao Jinhan was surprised when he knew that there was such a boxing ring.

A Lang frowned, "No, I won the first game, well, I'll die first."

She feels fine!

The opponents are not very good either.

A Lang hung up the phone, when Lao Mo walked in.

"Lang, I really can't see it. You are so small, you beat the big guy to pieces! Are you thirsty? Come, drink some water."

Lao Mo laughed so hard that his flesh squeezed together.

Holding a bottle of freshly opened mineral water in his hand, he handed it over.

A wolf is very thirsty.

She licked her mouth, not doubting him, thanked Lao Mo, took the mineral water and drank most of the bottle.

Lao Mo looked at her with a faint light in his eyes.

He may have added something to the water.

She will definitely be beaten to death later.

"The second round is about to start, are you ready?"

A staff member came over to call A Lang.

A Lang nodded, put the mineral water aside, and followed the footsteps of the staff.

The spectators in the audience are still talking about it, and many people who bet on the big guy have already regretted it.

They have watched the game all year round, and they have already seen that A Lang is not an easy person.

It seems that today's champion is none other than her.

On the playing field, the big guy stared at A Lang fiercely, with the ruthless intention of beating her to the ground.

A Lang still looked calm, and the small figure was standing by the fence, doing preparations.

"Are you all ready?"

The referee's whistle sounded again, and the second game began again.

The big man's fist hit with the strong wind, Ah Lang dodged twice left and right, dodged easily, and counterattacked with another left uppercut.

The spectators sighed and applauded, the scene was very lively.

The big guy looked unwilling, roared and continued to rush forward.

A Lang's eyes exuded wolf-like cruelty, and he intersected with him.

The big man's fist struck again, and for A Lang, he could still dodge it.

However, she suddenly had a flash, and her face was hit hard.

Unsteady on her feet, she staggered and fell to the ground.

The spectators off the field became quiet again, not expecting her to be knocked down.

Soon, the betting spectators began to applaud.

"That's right, this is a normal scene. How can a big man not beat a small man?"

"That is, the big man lost in the first match, definitely because the small man's body is too flexible."

"That's right, the little guy obviously can't keep up physically now, and the big guy is indeed the ever-victorious general."

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