The day when a bathhouse was opened in Japan

"Zhao Wei, Zhao Wei, where are you, without you, I can hardly bear it..." He Jinmei covered her face and sobbed softly.

Hua Ze stared dumbfounded at Zhao Wei in front of him, and Chihiro next to him covered her mouth desperately and held back her laughter.

Zhao Wei wore a Hello Kitty mask on his head, and people passing by all looked sideways.

"Brother Long, you didn't wear this thing into the iron cage, did you?" Because Zhao Wei claimed to be Bruce Lee, Hua Ze called him Brother Long.

"What's the matter, is Hello Kitty's mask forbidden to enter the iron cage?" Zhao Wei asked back.

Hua Ze couldn't laugh or cry: "Not really, but you are too individual...why don't you wear a Doraemon mask?"

"Since it's not banned, it's fine. By the way, is the champion here?"

Hua Ze said: "The boss will come to see the boxing match in person tonight. The champion is actually one of his bodyguards. He is nicknamed the ghost of Sakata. He is the best fighter in our Sakata group."

"Oh, I'll leave it to you then, tell that champion to come into the iron cage, and I will defeat him." Zhao Wei said solemnly.

Hua Ze smiled and said: "If you can really beat other people, I will report to the boss. However, your mask is too... too cute, the audience must go crazy, Hello Kitty is here to fight..." He shook his head ,left.

"Uncle, if I force you to wear this mask, will you be angry with me?" Chihiro said apologetically, looking at the other boxers wearing vicious ghost masks.

Zhao Wei smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it's just enough to attract people's attention."

Hua Ze waved to Zhao Wei: "Brother Long, let's draw lots and divide into groups!"

Zhao Wei said to Qian Xun: "I'm going to go, you must not run around, let me see you even in the iron cage."

Chihiro nodded: "Well, I won't run around. Don't worry."

Zhao Wei was divided into groups in the past. In the first round, his opponent was a Thai.

The Thai man had a grim expression, black and thin, and his muscles were as solid as rocks.

The other boxers laughed when they saw Zhao Wei's mask, but this guy was still pretending to be cool.

"Brother Long, he's not easy to deal with. Last week's runner-up, Muay Thai fighter Chachai." Hua Ze patted the Muay Thai fighter on the shoulder and said.

Seeing his haughty expression, Zhao Wei ignored him, and walked aside on his own, and began to stretch his muscles.

"Very good, your group is the second to appear, get ready! The two of the first group, come here!"

In the underground boxing match, there are no dazzling flashing lights, no sexy girls holding up signs, only punches to the flesh, and the bloody scene stimulates the numb nerves of the spectators around the iron cage.

"Come on! Make a bet! Make a bet! No. [-] Chang Han will win!"

People flocked to it, the excitement on their faces and the bills waving in their hands, making the scene even more surreal.

"Okay, there are no rules in the boxing match here! There is no limit! There is no referee! The match is not over until one side completely loses fighting ability and consciousness! Next, let's fight!"

"Hit! Beat his brains out!" The faces of the spectators were flushed with excitement, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

On the stage was a black boxer against a Vietnamese boxer. The two fought hand to hand without any temptation.Launching an attack while the opponent's foothold is not stable, trying to succeed in a sneak attack is the only magic weapon to win in black market boxing.

In this iron cage, whoever takes the lead first will have most of the confidence to win the game.

The black boxer obviously has good boxing skills. His steps are flexible and changeable, his dodges are quick, and his punches are calm and fierce.The Vietnamese boxer is a head shorter than his opponent, and suffers from both strength and height, so most people are not optimistic about him. When they see him attacking, the spectators start to boo like a tsunami.

Hua Ze ran upstairs and entered a small room: "Boss, there are a lot of guests tonight. It seems that today's business will be very good."

"Well, you've put in a lot of thought, that's good. And you've got all the people together, hehe, otherwise, you would be fighting that black man now." The boss took off his sunglasses, squinted his eyes and looked at the field, "Oh, the big black guy is starting to show his power!"

Huaze subconsciously turned his head and saw that the black man was punching the Vietnamese boxer on the head. The spectators applauded and shouted in unison: "Kill him! Kill him!"

Hua Ze shuddered, if he was in the iron cage, the punch from the black man just now would definitely have knocked him out, maybe it would have saved him from going to the hospital.

"Big Hei is doing well tonight, ghost, are you sure you can beat him?" The boss waved a paper fan and asked a tall, burly man with scars all over his face.

The strong man replied with a sneer: "How could I let that kind of thing take away the championship bonus given by the boss!"

"Haha, well said!" The boss closed the folding fan and slapped the palm of his hand, "You really deserve to be the ghost of my wine field!"

He stood up and looked down at the other boxers who were watching the match. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a person.

"Hua Ze! What's going on with that man!" The boss pointed down with a folding fan.

Hua Ze came over in a hurry, followed by a look, and it was Zhao Wei who was instructed by the boss.

"Is he here to be funny? A mascot? Why is he wearing a Hello Kitty mask?" The boss raised his voice with anger.

"He... he is also a boxer in the competition, named Bruce Lee, Chinese, good at Chinese Kung Fu." Hua Ze replied in horror.

"BruceLee? I'm still JackieChan!" The boss laughed contemptuously, "Huaze, you're so cunning, you're afraid of getting caught by yourself, so you just find a clown to die for you?"

Hua Ze quickly said: "No, this Bruce Lee is really good, although his dress is a bit strange. He even boasted that he will definitely beat everyone tonight, and he also said that there is no need to rest, and he can directly challenge tonight Brother Ghost, you won this week's championship!"

"What! You ignorant boy!" Hearing this, Ah Gui's face was full of anger, and he clenched his fists, wishing he could go down and beat Zhao Wei to death on the spot.

"Oh, he really said that? Interesting!" The boss sat back on the sofa and said with a smile: "Then let's see what he can do later!"

underground black boxing

Chapter 334 Bloody Muay Thai King

The sinews and muscles of the whole body are very developed, like a black boxer with iron lumps. The Vietnamese boxer's knee attack flashed by, and another heavy punch hit the opponent's head. The Vietnamese boxer was on the verge of falling. , just like the reproduction of the ancient Roman Colosseum thousands of years ago.

"KILLHIM! KILLHIM! KILLHIM!" Fanatical shouts resounded throughout the audience. The Vietnamese boxer finally shook a few times, fell to his knees, and fell heavily. His face had already bloomed and blood flowed all over the floor.

"Black man, go up and punch him a few more times! Go up!" Several people closest to the iron cage jumped and shouted.

But the black man crossed himself, thanked the Lord, shook his head, and said in his imperfect Japanese, "No, he can no longer fight."

"Haha... This nigga is still pretending to be merciful! I hope he will be blown out in the next round!"

"That's right, if you come to fight black market boxing and pretend to be a loser, you will lose in the next fight!"

The Vietnamese boxer was lifted out of the iron cage and thrown aside. His friend hurriedly carried him away. His head was still bleeding, and the blood stains stretched from the ground to the outside.

Several people rushed into the iron cage and quickly wiped off the blood and sweat on the ground. The host yelled, "In the second round, Chachai, a Muay Thai master from Thailand, was also last week's runner-up. , Bruce Lee’s challenge! Everyone, place your bets! Win more, win more, and in one night, you will become a myth of getting rich!"

"Quick! Let me check and guess, that Chinese actually wears Hello Kitty, are you sure he's not here to be funny?"

Zhao Wei and Chachai entered the iron cage, each adapting to the field at one end and doing warm-up.

His Hello Kitty mask was so eye-catching, the spectators burst into laughter, and then booed like a wave, all sticking out their thumbs down: "The Muay Thai king fucked his shit out!" "Kill him and I'll give you 20! "What does he mean by that, does he look down on this place?"

Zhao Wei was unmoved, and continued to stretch the joints of his body step by step. Well, Chihiro's technique was good, and his legs didn't hurt at all.

The host exited the cage and closed the door.