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"I can't hold it back, you are about the same age as me, can you hold it back?" Peter provocatively tilted his neck.

Meng Fei didn't answer Peter's question directly, but there was a look of sadness on his face, as if he remembered some painful experiences in the past.

"There is only one Haonan in Causeway Bay, and that is me, Chen Haonan."

After a while, he raised his head to look directly into Peter's clear eyes, and said sadly: "There's no need to mention the past, and it will be tears if you talk too much."

Looking at Lao Meng's melancholy expression, although the other party didn't tell him the reason.

But Peter could sense that it must be a sad past worth remembering.

Just in between their exchanges.

In the middle of the underground black boxing arena, a blonde with an exquisite figure waved her arms impassionedly.

"Let's invite tonight's ring keeper, Big Mac·King of Disaster·WWE Champion Shaquille!"

As the female host's voice fell, I saw a strong man with a dinosaur face, bare upper body, and a physique as big as a wall, rushing up to the ring with vigorous steps.

He roughly grabbed the microphone that the blonde was holding in his hand, and roared angrily, "I'm going to tear everyone here!"

Thousands of boxing fans in the arena, listening to Shaquille's declaration, stood up together, holding fan cards, and shouted:
"Shaquille!"

"Shaquille!"

"Shaquille!"

……

The beautiful host regained the microphone and shouted loudly: "Now, let's invite our first victim tonight, Chen Haonan, the leader of Causeway Bay!"

on the viewing platform.

Peter looked at Meng Fei and said with a smile: "Old Meng, you came so early, did you sign up?"

"I?"

"I am Chen Haonan!"

Meng Fei took out a wig from his pocket and put it on top of his head, and jumped onto the competition ring.

On the ring, Shaquille looked at Meng Fei who suddenly appeared from behind, and roared, "Little Xiami, I will tear you to pieces!"

Listening to Shaquille's words, everyone in the auditorium was completely crazy, crazily spraying trash talk at Meng Fei:
"Little bitch, go to hell!"

"Crush him, beat him, tear him apart!"

"Take off his skull and take it home to make a urinal."

"The Big Mac will blow your head off, don't cry for Mommy!"

……

Stretching and doing warm-up exercises, Meng Fei completely ignored the ridicule from Shaquille and the audience.

His dismissive attitude successfully ignited Shaquille's animal heart.

A beautiful host looked at the beautiful host beside him.

The beautiful host understood in seconds, and immediately jumped off the ring through the guardrail, raised the microphone and shouted: "Iron cage!"

Watching the iron cage descend slowly, the people in the auditorium fell into madness again, shouting in unison:
"Iron cage!"

"Iron cage!"

"Iron cage!"

……

As the iron cage descends, unfolds, and closes, it also announces the official start of the competition.

Meng Fei looked at the impenetrable iron cage, with a three-point sneer on his face, four-point indifference and five-point carelessness—"The story is starting to become interesting!"

With his full aura.

In the auditorium, Peter rubbed his eyes frantically. At this moment, he seemed to see a golden dragon surrounding Lao Meng.

On the ring, Shaquille saw more death energy, and countless death energy lingered around Meng Fei, as if the god of death was born in the world.

The insults from the surrounding audience suddenly stopped.

The beautiful host looked up at Meng Fei. In her eyes, he was like a god who could end her life with just a lift of his hand.

What exactly is going on?

At this time, everyone present wanted to know the truth.

Proficient in all martial arts in the world, Meng Fei has become the strongest fighter on earth, possessing the magnetic field of a strong man.

This is a potential sense of oppression, a kind of crushing from the spirit, soul, and will.

This is absolute strength!
Sharkquil was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

He didn't want to believe that before he even fought, he had already lost to Meng Fei in terms of momentum.

But every time he looked directly at Meng Fei's empty eyes, the sixth sense from the depths of his soul told him to "run away".

At this time, Shaquille fell into an ambivalence. He would probably be killed if he fought, and he would lose his glory if he ran away.

Do not!
I am a champion, how can I run away!

Shaquille waved his fist, knowing that he was dead, and chose to fight.

He roared and rushed towards Meng Fei.

But the clumsy moves, in front of Meng Fei, the world's fighting master, looked so unbearable.

As soon as Shaquille approached Meng Fei, he found a loophole and kicked him flying.

He fell to the ground, spat out a mouthful of old blood, and his life and death were unknown.

Meng Fei looked at Shaquille who fell to the ground and fell to the ground. To be honest, he had already absorbed [-]% of his strength in that kick just now.

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

……

"one!"

"The one who won 3000 US dollars in this game is Chen Haonan, the leader of Causeway Bay."

With the referee's voice resounding throughout the underground black boxing arena.

All the boxing fans present were stupefied for a while, and then completely boiled.

"Wang Defa, Brother Haonan is mighty!"

"Brother Haonan NB!"

"Brother Haonan, I love you!"

……

Meng Fei passed through the guardrail and jumped down from the ring, just in time to see Peter running from the side with a smile.

Peter had already changed into his homemade wrestling suit by this time, only his eyebrows and eyes were exposed.

"Old Meng, are we good buddies?" Peter asked with a smile as he put his arm around Meng Fei's shoulder.

After living for dozens of years, Meng Fei still doesn't know about Peter's tricks?

Immediately said: "Don't you often say that I fuck you? Of course we are good brothers!"

Peter put his hands on his chest, feeling the urge to strangle the wretched man in front of him to death.

"I've signed up, and now I'm short of a famous debut name, do you have any good opinions?" Peter frowned and smiled wryly.

Hearing Lao Pi's request, Meng Fei thought for a moment and said, "What do you think of humanoid spiders?"

Peter thought for a while, then shook his head, "Good soil."

"The Spider-Man?"

"It's still good soil."

Two consecutive names were rejected by Peter, which to some extent undermined Meng Fei's confidence.

I saw him standing up, puffing out his chest, his eyes like torches, and said: "Zhatian goes out to fight, not a single blade of grass grows, when Zhatian appears, only needles and threads are left, let's call Zhatian Gang Spider-Man! How about it?"

"Spider-Man of Zhatian Gang, this name is nice and domineering, I like it!" Peter put his hands on his hips, with a smug expression on his face.