What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

Andy sneered: "I'm afraid that after only one round, I can fly back to the United States. This guy looks like a fighter, but he's still too young."

His words had a double meaning, on the surface he pointed out that Aoki Si was not old enough, on the other hand, he was secretly mocking Aoki Si's physique.

Song Shanyan's expression was a bit embarrassed: "Andy, I advise you not to go too far."

"OK, OK, you are the boss, you have the final say." Andy spread his hands, but he obviously didn't take his words to heart - if Songshanyan hadn't given him a lot of money, he wouldn't have flown across the ocean to come here. Such a small place, such a small boxing gym as a sparring partner.

Song Shanyan took a deep breath, not wanting this guy to mess up Aokiji's mentality, turned his head to Aokisi pretending to be calm and said: "He thinks you are too young, and he is afraid that the attack will be a bit heavy, do you have the confidence to overthrow him? "

Aoki Si sneered twice, and suddenly said in some stuttering English: "Don't worry, I will tell you how big my fist is, old boxing champion."

Aoki Division originally wanted to speak more harshly, but his English level made him unable to think of suitable words for a while, so he could only express his meaning in such a simple way.

"What?" Andy chuckled, his face full of disdain: "Kid, do you know who I am?"

"I know." Aoki Division said coldly: "A retired former boxing champion."

Secretary Aoki deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of his predecessor.

When Andy heard this, his face turned cold: "Are you serious? Kid? Challenge an intercontinental champion?"

"No, no, no, I'm just responding to an old man's jealousy." Aoki Tsukasa mercilessly pierced his scars: "I think if the former intercontinental champion still wants to beg for food and repay the loan, he must learn to respect his opponent , and his employer."

What makes an intercontinental champion fly so far to come to this small club of Neon?That must be a lack of money!

Aoki knows that in the United States, there are too many sports stars who live in luxury cars and mansions once they become famous.

He felt that the seemingly handsome former boxing champion in front of him was probably the same.

"Fake!" Andy cursed angrily, his eyes widened and he was about to rush towards Aoki Si.

Song Shanyan's thick arms stopped in front of him.

Andy shouted at him angrily: "Stone, what do you mean, this kid is insulting me!"

"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll cripple this kid and go back to the United States. No one can stop me!" Andy stared at Song Shanyan with a ferocious expression.

Song Shanyan's face showed the same indifference as Aoki's: "Mr. Andy, you may have misunderstood me."

"The reason why I invite you is because you are the most suitable boxer for me, not because I can only invite you, and not because you are much better than others. I am polite to you, not because you deserve my respect, but because the old man John deserves my respect." Song Shanyan's words hurt Andy's heart, making his face even more grim.

"Besides, if old Mr. John hadn't strongly recommended you to me, do you think I would invite a poor bastard who was on the verge of bankruptcy and his house was about to be taken away to fly first class and live in a five-star hotel to train my boxers?"

Song Shanyan's expression gradually became vicious: "I'm not giving you face because of you, Andy, you have to understand your identity. Also, this is Neon, this is Chiba, this, this is Yachiyo! This is the first and last time I tell you, don't make me angry!"

Andy wanted to get angry, but something suddenly came to his head, and he suddenly lost his mind and exclaimed: "So you are the one..."

He stopped in the middle of his words, and the fist that was clenched tightly and was about to punch did not feel loosened. His face was cloudy and uncertain for a long time, and then a unwilling expression burst out of his mouth: "Sorry!" , I was too excited."

"Now, go and clean up the tatters on your body, go to the locker room and change into the clothes I prepared for you, and come out to fight with my boxer." After Song Shanyan tore off the respectful disguise at the beginning, he said to Andy Became rude.

Andy lowered his head silently, staring at Aoki Si who was watching the show calmly, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "If there is a fight, I will not hold back."

"No need, it's your ability to beat him within the rules." Song Shanyan's eyes flickered coldly: "Is there anything else to say?"

The facial muscles next to Andy's nose twitched slightly. It could be seen that he was trying to suppress the anger in his heart. After a while, he turned around suddenly: "Where is the dressing room? Where are my clothes?"

"Xiao Tian, ​​take him to the locker room to change." Song Shanyan shouted at Coach Xiao Tian.

Coach Oda hurriedly took Andy to the locker room.

Aoki Division folded his arms, looked at Song Shanyan with a smile and said with interest: "Brother Yan, it was really cool just now. What's going on with him?"

It seems that there are many stories about this matter.

Song Shanyan sighed, his eyes were no longer as sharp as they were just now, and they changed back to the soft-spoken look in the past, and raised his head with a reminiscing expression: "This is a very long story, When I have a chance, I will tell you slowly."

"OK." Aokiji twisted his neck, his smile gradually disappeared, and his expression became serious: "Do you think I want to beat him?"

Song Shanyan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed out loud: "Of course I do, I wish you could give him a punch and fall to the ground, and go back to the United States in desperation... This will save me a lot. Money. If you can beat him up, I’ll give you a bonus! One hundred thousand, no, it’s still 20 yuan!”

"I think it's a bit difficult." Qing Musi squeezed his chin, watching Song Shanyan start to look like I'm not short of money again, with a distressed expression.

"No confidence?" Song Shanyan looked at him teasingly.

Aoki shook his head: "After all, he is so tall and strong, and he is a retired intercontinental champion. Although his character is a bit poor, it is really difficult to beat him hard."

"If you want me to punch him to the ground and beat him hard..."

Aoki Si straightened his waist with righteous words: "We need to pay more."

Chapter 170 Is this the end of the fifth chapter?

"I didn't expect that when we came to shoot a promotional video, we could watch a fighting match between the retired boxing champion and the new generation for free!" Kento Yoshimoto sighed and pointed the camera at the octagonal cage. Inside the cage, Aoki Si Zheng stretched his body hard while grabbing the edge of the cage, constantly warming up.

On the other side, Andy also put on shorts, and his upper body was bare, revealing his strong body full of tattoos.He was jumping up and down on the spot, biting his braces, staring at Aoki Si with an extremely serious expression, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Shanyan was still the referee, standing in the center of the cage, waiting for the two to get ready.Coach Oda, as an auxiliary referee, is only responsible for serving as a timekeeper standing outside the octagonal cage to watch the show.

When Oishi Asami heard what Yoshimoto said, she immediately became curious: "Is that foreigner a retired boxing champion?"

"Well, I used to be a loyal fan of MMA, but after I got married, the TV at home no longer belonged to me, so I couldn't watch it..."

Taketo Yoshimoto coughed twice when he said this, wondering why he suddenly exposed his family, and hurriedly changed the subject: "If I remember correctly, this guy should be called Andy. He used to be a middleweight in the United States. The owner of the Intercontinental Championship Golden Belt."

"But we, the audience, prefer to call him the Bloody Piledriver." Thinking of this, Taketo Yoshimoto seemed to recall something, and there was nostalgia and excitement in his eyes.

Oishi Asami tilted her head in doubt: "Why? How did this nickname come about?"