Rebirth 80: Starting From Collecting Scraps!

66.Who Else?

"Then 30 million per round!" The young man looked at Yang Chen deeply and said. "No problem!" Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders and looked indifferent. "My name is Li Chang!" After introducing himself, the young man left first. Long Hao and his friends also left. Yang Chen stretched lazily and followed him. His nine bodyguards followed him. As for Simochka, he followed Yang Chen from beginning to end. Others on the deck also had a mentality of watching the fun. Many people also followed him. Not long after, the group came to a training room on the top floor. There was a ring here. "Let's start!" Looking at Yang Chen, Li Chang smiled confidently. "William!" As Li Chang finished speaking, a tall white man came out. "He is a retired special forces soldier from Eagle Country!" Looking at Yang Chen, Li Chang said proudly. "Oh!" Shrugging his shoulders, Yang Chen responded indifferently. "Number 9!" Then, he shouted calmly. "Yes, Young Master Yang!" Then, a young bodyguard of medium build stood up. Then, under the gaze of everyone, the two walked onto the ring. Everyone thought that No. 9 was doomed to lose. Because, in terms of size, he had already suffered a great loss. Only Yang Chen was confident. His bodyguards were the best of the best. Lose? Not possible! Soon, the referee announced the start of the match. In an instant, the two started fighting. "Bang!" "Bang!" No. 9 kicked out two times quickly. William blocked it with both hands and stepped back a few steps. "Bang!" Another kick, and he flew backwards. Then, No. 9 launched a series of violent attacks. Suddenly, William fell to the ground and struggled for a long time but couldn't get up. Seeing this scene, the scene was silent.

No one thought that Yang Chen, a seemingly ordinary bodyguard, was so strong.

William didn't even have the ability to fight back!

This?

It's really exaggerated!

Strong!

Really too strong!

"You lose!"

Looking at Li Chang, Yang Chen grinned.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Li Chang filled out a check for 30 million and handed it to Yang Chen.

At this time, No. 9 also walked down the ring and stood not far behind Yang Chen.

Unconsciously, Yang Chen looked at Long Hao on the side.

"Mr. Long, come on?"

Staring at Long Hao's face, Yang Chen asked with a smile.

"Who's afraid of who?"

With a cold snort, Long Hao's face was full of confident smiles.

"Tony!"

As his voice fell, a yellow young man with explosive muscles came out behind him.

"He is a master of Muay Thai black boxing. I hope your men don't lose too badly!" Looking at Yang Chen, Long Hao showed a ferocious smile on his face. "Then it depends on whether he has the ability!" Shrugging his shoulders, Yang Chen's face was full of indifference. "Since you are so confident, how about betting 100 million Hong Kong dollars?" Looking at Long Hao, Yang Chen showed a bright smile on his face. "Hiss!" In an instant, there was a sound of gasps all around. 100 million? Crazy! Many people looked at Yang Chen and had the same idea. This guy really doesn't take money as money! "100 million is 100 million, who is afraid of who!" Long Hao said with a sneer. "Number 8!" Yang Chen shouted while slowly shaking the red wine glass in his hand. "Yes, Young Master Yang!" Then, Tony and No. 8 walked onto the ring. "The game begins!" As soon as the referee's words fell, the two of them started fighting directly. Everyone focused on the two people in the ring.

Compared to William, Tony lasted longer.

And he also had the ability to fight back.

But that was all.

3 minutes!

In just 3 minutes, Tony also fell under the iron fist of No. 8.

At the scene, it was now a dead silence.

No one expected that Yang Chen's men looked ordinary.

But they were so powerful.

This kid is really not just a rich man!

Rich people may not be able to find such a powerful bodyguard, right?

Many people secretly murmured in their hearts.

"You lose!"