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Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: It's okay, okay, okay, I'm still worrying about how to squeeze the wool!

So he also took out the five hundred dollars left on his body: "I'll bet on the old hat!"

"Liu, you have to think carefully before placing your bet."

McCall also kindly reminded.

Liu Qingshan said solemnly: "I brought people here, of course I want to support my compatriots!"

At this moment, the height of the country and the nation has risen, and a few people who hadn't bet originally paid out immediately, and all of them bet on Mike to win.

On the dance floor where they were dancing just now, the two warring parties stood facing each other, surrounded by a large group of people, holding wine glasses, forming a large circle, booing and whistling, very lively.

McCall stood up temporarily and acted as a referee. This guy introduced the players of both sides with a long and loud voice.

Taking advantage of this time, Liu Qingshan quickly pulled the old hat aside: "Uncle, this match is going to win, but don't play hard, if you kill someone, we will get into the game."

The old hat nodded: "You don't go to Sijiu City to inquire about it, we men have never convinced anyone in a fight."

After finishing speaking, he collided his two big fists and was about to charge upwards.

"No, gloves."

McCall made a gesture to signal the old hat to put on his gloves.

Lao Mao'er went to find that thing, and kept shaking his head, then Liu Qingshan remembered an important question:

The uncle doesn't know the rules of boxing, if he loses because of a foul, it will be a loss to grandma's family.

So he seized the time again and explained the rules to his uncle. The time was short, so he could only focus on the key points.

"Don't use your feet, isn't that equivalent to giving him two feet?"

Old Mao'er was a little confused. Fortunately, he didn't use his hands and feet. He showed his iron elbows: "If you don't need your legs, then you can only use these."

It's so annoying, uncle, you don't even need to use your elbows!

Liu Qingshan broke out in a cold sweat, just at this time, someone brought a pair of boxing gloves to Lao Maoer and helped him put it on.

Dongdong, the old hat bumped his fists, shook his head and said: "Wear this thing to fight, it's soft, not manly at all!"

After tossing for a while, the game finally started.

The foreigner just knows how to play, and the big horse with a hot figure just now held up a piece of paper with the number "1" written on it, and walked around the field to signal the start of the first round.

Accompanied by the gong of a drum kit, McCall signaled the official start of the game.

Mike is tall and burly, of course, the old hat is not bad in appearance, the two sides are really a heavyweight.

To show his friendliness, Mike stretched out his gloves and wanted to collide with the old hat. This is also the habit and common sense of the game.

How could Old Mao understand this? Seeing the opponent's fist stretching out slowly, he was about to strike with a fist.

"Uncle, this is a courtesy, just bump your fist lightly with him."

Liu Qingshan hurriedly yelled off the court, he is now equivalent to a coach.

"Success, I understand!"

Lao Mao didn't punch the opponent, but clasped his hands together, and gave a traditional clasping ceremony, but he was wearing gloves, which seemed a bit nondescript.

"Wow, Chinese gongfu!"

The black girl just now shook her body vigorously, roaring like a lioness.

Because of the spread of Bruce Lee, Chinese Kung Fu still has some influence in the United States.

Seeing the audience shouting kung fu, Mike couldn't help but feel a little bit hungry, his body jumped like a kangaroo, he punched with his front hand, followed by a heavy punch with his back hand, and launched a combined punch attack.

The old hat also punched like lightning, and his fists went up. His body had been tempered for many years, and he had already formed a natural reaction. The pace can directly knock down the opponent.

As a result, he stretched out his hand to grab it, only to realize that he was wearing a fist and couldn't grab it at all. After a moment of daze, he was hit by Mike's fist like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

There were two muffled bangs, and the old hat was directly hit twice. He didn't know how to use his fists and arms to protect himself, so he was firmly hit.

If he hadn't been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he would have been knocked down immediately after receiving these two blows, especially the heavy punch at the back.

And after Mike succeeded, the combined punches behind him hit like a storm.

Only then did the old hat react, and in line with the pace of his feet, he swayed his upper body back and forth, and every time, Mike's fist brushed against his cheek.

"My God, what a beautiful dodge, it makes people feel like seeing the butterfly dance of Muhammad Ali!"

Among the audience, some people cheered loudly.

Mike punched twenty or thirty punches in a row, but the punches failed, and his physical strength was exhausted, so he had to give up his plan to knock down his opponent.

"Boy, it was a great game, right? This time it's my turn!"

The old hat is also active now, and kicked out, kicked Mike on the stomach, and directly kicked him into a squat, which caused a burst of exclamation from the audience.

"No, this is a foul, you are not allowed to kick, points will be deducted!"

McCall quickly stood between the two contestants, yelling loudly.

Liu Qingshan also grinned: "Master, those who can't use their feet, how did I tell you just now!"

Old Mao'er tapped his head with his fist: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it, I really didn't mean it."

Fortunately, he didn't forget all Liu Qingshan's instructions just now, so he didn't exert much force with this kick. Mike stood up and rubbed his stomach with grinning teeth. It seemed that nothing happened.

Liu Qingshan had to apologize to others, mainly because he was not familiar with the rules, and Mike also expressed his understanding.

In fact, he was already a little terrified. The combination of punches just now, replaced by an ordinary person, would have been beaten to the ground by him. In the end, all of them were empty, which proved that the opponent's reaction speed was far faster than him.

When the battle started again, Mike made another fierce attack with fierce punches, but the old hat was still so easy to do. Taking advantage of the opponent's unsteady footsteps and a trick under his feet, he bullied him and resisted sideways, directly resisting Mike in midair, and was about to go Fall on the ground.

The surrounding audience exclaimed, they have never seen such a boxing match: you hit yours, I hit mine, you fight boxing, I use kung fu, how can this be played?

"Foul, foul!"

Before the referee could speak, Liu Qingshan roared.

If he lost the game because of a foul, it would be too unfair. He only has the 500 dollars left in his hand. After losing, he has no chance to even make money.

Hearing the nephew's yell, Lao Mao could only angrily put down the microphone that had been raised in the air, then bit the glove with his teeth, took it off and threw it on the ground:

"Stop beating, stop beating, don't allow this one, and don't let that one be used, the beating is too aggrieved and boring!"

Everyone can see that if there was a fight, Mike would probably have been lying down by now, and Chinese Kungfu really deserves its reputation.

However, within the rules of boxing, this person is obviously not suitable, so this is destined to be a fruitless match.

Although Lao Mao retired from the competition, he did not fail. Just now, the two girls enthusiastically went up to him, pestering him to learn "Chinese gongfu", but judging by the waves in their eyes, he may not know where to learn it. time.

The rest of the audience felt a little overwhelmed, their interest had just been aroused, and they held back before venting their emotions.

"How about I continue to fight?"

Liu Qingshan looked at the pile of money on the table like a hill, and felt that he couldn't just give up like this.

Although he has not undergone professional boxing training, he has seen many boxing matches after all, and he still knows the basic knowledge and rules.

When the audience heard it, they became excited again and started cheering again, and Mike agreed.

"Then, does the bet just now still count?"

Liu Qingshan asked again.

"Of course it works, and I want to add more bets!" McCaul was quite a chicken thief, seeing that Liu Qingshan was young and his body was not so strong, he took out another few hundred yuan and threw it on the table.

The others followed suit, and the bet quickly doubled to around 5000 yuan.

On the other side, it was still Liu Qingshan's pitiful 500 yuan, and the bets were very unequal.

Even if those people win, at most they will share the 500 yuan, but it's just for fun, who cares about it.

So the competition restarted, and now there were no beauties raising signs, and the treatment dropped significantly.

Liu Qingshan also raised his fists in a dignified way, one high and the other low, to protect the front of his head, his feet were beating lightly, which seemed to be the case.

But as soon as he punches, he reveals his stuff, and there is no way to do it. There are jabs, uppercuts and so on, all of which are neither fish nor fowl.

Mike, on the other hand, kept a firm eye, and the more he fought, the more he became more comfortable. At the end of the first round, Liu Qingshan received at least a dozen punches in the face.

Fortunately, he reacted relatively quickly, and was able to dodge the blow in time after being punched, so his face was still clean, without any redness or swelling.

It's just that his fist didn't hit the opponent effectively, so the score was already far behind.

There is no way, this is the limitation of the rules. If he is told to let go of his hands and feet and lean directly against the iron mountain, it will be no wonder that Mike doesn't vomit blood.

The following rounds were basically the same. They agreed on a six-round match, and it was the last round in a blink of an eye.

Mike's offensive also began to slow down, and his physical strength was also consumed a lot. He thought that as long as he finished this round, he would be able to pocket the victory, so his desire to attack was no longer so strong, and he switched to control.

The opportunity is here!

Liu Qingshan knew that his boxing skills were not good, so he was always on the defensive, consuming his opponent.

Now seeing that the speed and strength of the opponent's punches have dropped, they immediately began to explode.

Although the punches were still completely out of order, Mike couldn't hold back and was beaten back and forth, that is, there was no rope around him, otherwise he would have been beaten against the rope and couldn't move.

The scene was reversed in an instant, and the audience liked to watch this, and began to shout wildly, cheering for both sides.

"What kind of punch is this?"

The black girl hugged Old Hat's arm and kept asking.

"Eight punches!"

Old Mao'er also felt a little ashamed, it was just a slap in the face, isn't it just boxing.

No matter what kind of punch, the one that can knock down the opponent is a good punch. Liu Qingshan pounded his fists all over the place, and finally beat Mike so hard that Mike couldn't hold on. land.

McCall raised Liu Qingshan's arm high, announcing victory, and the surrounding cheers and whistles rang out.

Liu Qingshan also raised his arms high, cheering for victory, then lifted Mike from the ground, and hugged each other in greeting.

"Liu, I suggest that you accept formal training, and you will definitely become a great boxer in the future, a great boxer like Ali!"

Mike was also convinced by the beating, and said in admiration.

It doesn't take much, as long as the opponent receives two months of formal training, beating him is like playing.

Looking at the pile of banknotes on the table, Liu Qingshan was also full of joy, but it seems that the foreign debt of 5000 yuan is still far away?

Sitting on the sofa, Liu Qingshan sorted out the banknotes one by one, in a neat stack, and then counted them happily.

He counts the money and others lose money, so of course he feels upset.

But foreigners are good at this, they are willing to bet and admit defeat, they won by their ability, except for a few curses, they don't take it to heart.

The group of them, at present, is a proper high-income group, and this is all small money.

Just looking at Liu Qingshan's sullen expression made me feel a little uncomfortable.

2 Chapter [-] Three to zero, win!

Clap, clap, Liu Qingshan slammed the counted banknotes in the palm of his hand twice, and announced loudly:

"The total is 500 yuan, plus my original 500 yuan, the total is 5000 yuan. Tomorrow night, I will treat you, and you can choose the place!"

Cheers followed, and these foreigners all thought this guy was pretty good, to be able to play with them, to put it mildly, it meant that they shared the same goals, and at worst, it meant that they shared the same goals.

Liu Qingshan looked around, and said with a smile: "Guys, you seem to be a little unconvinced, do you want us to have another gamble?"

"How to bet?"

McCall lost the most money just now, and he felt a little distressed.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "The Olympic Games are going on now, you can bet on any game you want."

Yes, sports events have always been the time for gambling companies to show their talents. It is also common for friends to gamble for fun.

McCall didn't know where to get a schedule, and studied in his mouth:

"Today is August [-]th, and our country is on the [-]th. Tomorrow, August [-]th, happens to be the final of the women's volleyball team. Wow, America vs. China, that's it!"

Liu Qingshan also slapped his hands vigorously: "Okay, then I think, our motherland's women's volleyball team will definitely win the championship!"

Of course McCall was not convinced: "Our American women's volleyball team has the world's number one gunner Heyman and the home court advantage, we will definitely win the championship!"

According to the cognition of the world's mainstream media at that time, the probability of the American women's volleyball team winning the championship was indeed greater than that of the Chinese women's volleyball team.

But Liu Qingshan knew in his heart that it was the Olympic championship that enabled the women's volleyball girls to realize their dream of three consecutive championships. If you dare to bet with me, believe it or not, the iron hammer will directly hit you!