District 9

Xiao Sang fell sideways to the ground, his head a little confused. He had just kicked him, and he felt that he was already very fast, but Fu Zhen dodged sideways, hooked his ankle with his right hand, and swung his left calf very slightly. After a while, Xiao Sang lay down directly.

Fu Zhen immediately distanced himself and began to mutter: "You are a northerner and you are not very particular. Why do you want to carry out a sneak attack?"

"I'm from Nanhu!" Xiao Sang stood up on the ground and hit Fu Zhen's head with a right fist.

Fu Zhen looked at his body swaying, but he reacted quickly and dodged directly with a side step.

Xiao Sang immediately pressed forward, swinging his left and right fists horizontally. His posture looked very standard, and he punched very quickly, but Fu Zhen kept moving backward to the left and right sides, making it difficult for the opponent to hit him.

It was like a boxing match, one wanted to fight and the other wanted to delay the number of rounds. Xiao Sang punched a few times but had no effect. Then he saw the opportunity and raised his knee directly to Fu Zhen's right rib. Because he found The latter is left-handed and doesn't seem to protect his right rib very well.

Fu Zhen's body suddenly accelerated, and with another very small leg swing, he kicked Xiao Sang directly on the ankle of Xiao Sang's supporting foot.

"Bang!"

Xiao Sang fell sideways to the ground again, breathing a little quickly.

"I told you, your legs are weak and you are too weak to stand!" Fu Zhen was mean and foul-mouthed, and kept making sarcastic comments.

"I'm so happy!" Xiao Sang stood up with one hand on the ground.

Fu Zhen suddenly took a step forward and stepped on the knee joint on the back of Xiao Sang's right leg very quickly.

"Gudong!"

Xiao Sang fell down again and half-knelt on the ground.

"You have to protect your legs and stand still before you can hit! You have some intelligence...!" Fu Zhen was still mumbling.

"I have the spirituality of Damn!" Xiao Sang's mentality exploded. He stood up and whipped Fu Zhen's head with his whip.

Fu Zhen stepped forward directly, used his left big arm to support the opponent's leg, and then swept his left calf fiercely. With a bang, Xiao Sang's body lost its center of gravity and flew directly into the air.

"Snapped!"

Fu Zhen held Xiao Sang's butt with his right hand, preventing him from falling from the air. He held him in the air for a moment, and then threw him to the ground with a clumsy thud.

Xiao Sang's head was a little confused, and he lay on the ring panting violently.

Fu Zhen was very proud: "I told you, I'm really good at fucking me!"

"Damn it, I can't beat him!" Xiao Sang was also a bachelor. After a few fights with Fu Zhen, he felt that he really couldn't do it.

"Fifteen seconds?!" Fu Zhen stretched his neck and tactfully reminded the other party to call him grandpa.

"Come on, let me practice with you!"

Shouts came from the door. Cha Meng took off his coat and wore a military green hurdle vest. His muscles, bullet holes, and stab wounds were exposed, and he rushed into the ring with flying steps.

"Master, fuck me!" Xiao Sang shouted while lying on the ground.

"Go away, you bastard!" Cha Meng didn't even bother to look at him and directly took a pair of gloves from the shelf.

"Hey, this is someone who practices Muay Thai. You can see how powerful his legs are!!" Fu Zhen looked Cha Meng up and down and said with a smile.

"Is it rough?" Cha Meng asked.

“It’s exciting to watch!”

"I'll let you try it!" Cha Meng finished putting on his gloves: "Ufc?"

"Come on, let's do it!" Fu Zhen nodded.

As soon as the words fell, the two of them stepped forward together. Cha Meng immediately raised his left leg and bent it in front of him, trying to push away the distance between the other party and himself and increase his position.

Fu Zhen saw him raising his leg and immediately turned sideways.

"Bang!!"

Cha Meng's left foot instantly landed on the ground for support, and everyone outside the ring heard a thud, followed by a whip kick, which hit Fu Zhen like a cannonball.

Fu Zhen didn't expect Cha Meng to change his feet so quickly. It was too late to hide, so he raised his left arm and blocked his head.

There was a muffled sound, and Fu Zhen was knocked sideways and took two steps back.

"Whoosh!"

Cha Meng took a step forward, raised his knees and bent them, directly pushing them against Fu Zhen's chest.

Fu Zhen dodged this in embarrassment. Sweat was already visible on his forehead and he was breathing heavily from his mouth and nose.

No one is a martial arts master. If he can fight for a hundred rounds without blushing or out of breath, he can only be a superman. Fu Zhen only used these two strikes to really consume his energy.

In the first thirty seconds, Cha Meng almost hit Fu Zhen so hard that he had no room to fight back. Moreover, the fight between the two was different from Xiao Sang's just now. At least it was not a one-sided physical contact, but their bodies were almost entangled together.

Fu Zhen was beaten so hard that he held his head in his hands and retreated to the edge of the ring. He leaned on the rope and deliberately avoided Cha Meng's raised leg.

But in the next thirty seconds, Cha Meng's movements were obviously a bit slow, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

At this time, young Fu Zhen found the opportunity, sidestepped to avoid Cha Meng's knee lift, bent down and punched Cha Meng in the ribs.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the fists hitting the flesh was heard. Cha Meng's body visibly froze, he stepped back with his right foot, and took a few steps back in embarrassment.

"Bang!"

Fu Zhen followed up and punched the same spot. Cha Meng clearly bent sideways again and took a step back, his face turned pale.

Fu Zhen came to his senses and did not hit him again, but asked breathlessly: "You...are you injured?!"

Cha Meng covered his ribs, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and replied panting: "You are pretty good at it, do you know Muay Thai? Do your navy also learn this?"

"As long as there is one, we will all learn!" Fu Zhen replied, then turned to look at Xiao Mingzhuang B: "I told you, I can't do it, I can't do it! What does it mean if you lose?"

Xiao Sang was silent for a long time, then decisively shouted: "Grandpa!"

"Hey, let me teach you security forces later on how to protect Commander Qin's safety with this quality!" Fu Zhen loaded up his weapon without braking at all.

Xiao Sang looked at him sideways and suddenly shouted: "We can't beat him in a single fight, what should we do?!"

Everyone in the audience immediately booed and shouted in unison: "Rise up and attack!!"

After saying that, more than a dozen people rushed to the ring instantly.

"Fuck him!" Xiao Sang stood up and shouted.

"Oh my God! Who are you in Sichuan Mansion?!" Fu Zhen immediately covered his head in embarrassment.

A group of people gathered around and held down Fu Zhen with their hands. Xiao Sang took a fist and hit him on the head: "Do you know who I am?! I am their deputy leader, how many people dare to hit me?! Is it so easy to be a grandpa?"

Cha Meng jumped off the ring with a smile and took off his gloves.

"Are you okay?" Qin Yu asked with his hands behind his back.

"I'm still injured from hitting you." Cha Meng pointed to the hole in the fist mark: "It hurts a little! But this guy is very strong. If you keep hitting me, I will be able to beat him! I am getting older, and my reaction is indeed not as good as before. Once I lose my strength, my head can’t keep up.”

"This kid is really fierce!" Qin Yu looked at Fu Zhen with eyes full of desire.

On the ring, Fu Zhen roared like a pig: "I'm convinced, I'm convinced, okay!"

…

District 7 Luhuai.

Zhou Xingli suddenly called Zhou Yuanzheng: "I thought about it, let's use Li Bokang!"

"How did you...!"

"Someone is looking for me over at Shensha. There is an urgent matter and I need to hire a capable person." Zhou Xingli replied.