Meng Fan sat down panting. Wu Ji, who had "looked to win" throughout the whole process, took advantage of this and took a long rest and recovered some strength to sit up. His mood was not affected by the chaos just now, but was quite good.

He patted Meng Fan's shoulder and laughed: "Tongtong called you to come to me to protect you. Unexpectedly, look at this scene hahahaha, I am protected by you!"

Wu Ji also saw the hijacking incident in Lion City. He didn't think about Meng Fan, but later he received a call from Wu Tong to find out that Meng Fan was coming from Lion City. In addition, he heard Wu Tong's concerns, Wu Ji was not stupid and immediately figured it out.

He took a heavy shot and said, "You boy, you are a man! I don't worry, and I agree!"

I don’t know whether the word “man” is because of Meng Fan’s performance in the hijacking incident or because he protected his brother-in-law.

"Come less."

Meng Fan took Wu Ji's hand away and said, "First of all, Tongtong was not what you gave me, I caught up with me! Secondly, do you agree or not, Tongtong is all my girlfriend!"

"You boy! OK, no matter what, I have to thank you for what happened today!"

Wu Ji took a long breath and stood up. The smile on his face turned into a cold. He walked straight towards the group of people coming in, and then stood in front of one of the person in charge of the A concentration camp. The person in Lion City was also one of the person in charge of the ne-f event and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Lin, I need an explanation!"

Lin Juntao, who looked angry when he saw this chaotic scene, was a little confused by Wu Ji's first question. I don't even know what happened, what explanation will I give you!

However, he was not easy to show off his character for Wu Ji, and said seriously: "A Ji, you have a rest first and wait until I figure out what's going on here."

He gently patted Wu Ji's shoulder, then took a step forward, and shouted coldly at the fighting athletes who were lying, sitting or standing in front of everyone present: "Everyone, stand on your team leader immediately! Immediately, immediately!"

Lin Juntao is a senior executive of Ne-F and the person in charge of the concentration camp. He plays a role as an "official" and a capital representative. No one present dares to go against him.

It was because of the fact that I fell to the ground and fainted several times. I had to go to the doctor first. If the examination was serious, I had to go to the hospital first. If it was not serious, I would go to the medical room here.

During this process, Lin Juntao couldn't help but look at Meng Fan, who was sitting among the Chinese contestants at this moment. He didn't know what was going on, but in the short time when everyone stopped, he saw Meng Fan falling three times.

He still knows Chinese mixed martial arts players very well, but he can't remember that there is such a powerful man!

After the people on the ground were dealt with, everyone's team stood up, Lin Juntao's eyes were taken back from Meng Fan, and he said coldly to these people: "No one needs to say anything. Now, the team leader took your team members back to the hotel immediately. After returning, he was not allowed to go anywhere! I will check what happened here through the surveillance here!"

"You can really do anything when training and fighting! After I investigate clearly, you can't escape any punishment you should have. If there is any illegal situation, don't even think about running away! And before I investigate clearly, if anyone of you dares to act without permission, I can tell you responsibly that your sports career will end here!"

Those who don’t understand will look at the team leader or other team members after they translate it. No one thinks that Lin Juntao’s words are just a threat and can definitely do it when they say it.

Not only ne-f, not only other Asian A-season events, but also any global event, and even if you want to transform and play something else, there is no way!

As teams left the venue, Meng Fan naturally stood up and walked out with Wu Ji and others. They walked forward, and the teams behind looked at Meng Fan as if they were monsters.

Judging from Meng Fan's body shape, he is definitely a heavyweight in the fighting competition, at least a sub-heavyweight level. This level is so flexible, it's simply!

If you catch one by one, you will get the chance and you will be able to find a second one in the entire Asian fighting world!

In terms of the throwing skills, no one of the people who carefully studied the whole process from beginning to end, at least no one here can find any flaws, which can be described in the word "perfect".

As for power, it is not surprising that players of this level have great power.

That's right, the level is so big, in addition to being flexible, it also has good endurance...

What a monster!

When did such a monster appear in China?

The big-level players in the Chinese fighting world have always produced fewer players, and the most are small-level players, and most of them are flyweight to featherweight. There are very few lightweight and middleweight levels. In the middleweight category, there are only Wu Ji in recent years. The big-level players are still very scarce in China.

If the base is small, the probability of becoming a famous general will naturally be low.

And because of this, everyone became even more depressed and puzzled, why have you never heard of such a monster before!

"I think I remember who he is!"

In the South Korean team, a player who had run away when he saw Meng Fan before suddenly had his eyes lit up, and he remembered that this monster was the Chinese who beat Park Jae-hae!

...

"Your hand..."

After getting on the bus, Wu Ji, who was sitting with Meng Fan, noticed the strange thing in Meng Fan's hand, frowned and asked, "It's all the blood of others?"

Meng Fan glanced at Wu Ji and looked at his hands again. He really wanted to cry!

During the melee and various bursts, Meng Fan used his fists a little. His strength was great. Even if his bones were hard, the flesh on his hands was very tender. Unlike most fighting athletes who had been punching the flesh on his fists for a long time in boxing, they had a thick skin on his fists. In addition, the people he beat him were also thick skin. So, after a round, the broken flesh on his fists was unfolded!

Using the drawing hand, I made the sandbag for the first time without any protection. After the punching, it was Meng Fan’s current hand.

When Wu Ji saw Meng Fan's expression, he burst into laughter. When he saw Meng Fan squinted his eyes, he quickly held back.

Meng Fan: "Who am I going to provoke whom!"

Wu Ji quickly asked the accompanying team members to come over and bandage Meng Fan, and then asked: "Where are you staying at night? Do you live there?"

Meng Fan shook his head decisively: "Come on, you probably have some busyness tonight, so I'd better not join in the fun. Don't worry, I'll live in Aman, and I'll definitely be safer than yours."

"Aman? You are such a rich man!"

Seeing this, Wu Ji didn't say anything more.

Meng Fan thought for a while and said, "I'm going to go back tomorrow. What happened just now will not have any impact, right?"

Wu Ji smiled and shook his head, saying, "This time the matter is very serious, and the punishment must be very heavy, but it has nothing to do with you. You are not from this circle, and it will be useless to punish you no matter how much you punish. Moreover, you will be beaten first. As for the illegality, the organizer will definitely not let this matter involve the legal level. Even if there is, it will definitely be suppressed."

When Meng Fan heard Wu Ji say that the punishment was serious, he couldn't help but care: "How serious is it?"

Wu Ji shrugged: "It's nothing more than bans, suspensions and fines, and the intensity may be very strong."

Meng Fan said very casually: "It's good to suspend the game. This thing is too cruel."

This time, Wu Ji glanced at Meng Fan: "You really have the attitude to say, ask everyone, who is so cruel as to you!"

Meng Fan was dissatisfied when he heard this: "Bastard, don't be unscrupulous! I didn't care if I was kicked myself, and I was all focused on protecting you, for fear that you would have a few shortcomings. You actually said that I was cruel, who was I cruel for!"

Wu Ji laughed: "For Tongtong, who else can I do for! Isn't it just that I am afraid that something will happen to me and I will not be able to explain to Tongtong then?"

Meng Fan compared the middle finger: "You bastard, be glad you have such a good sister."

"That's more than that. I have to be glad that I have a good brother-in-law, right? I have to thank my good brother-in-law!" Wu Jidong looked around, "Hey, where is my brother-in-law?"

Meng Fan turned his back and smiled brightly: "Brother Seven, I'm putting it here!"

Most of the team members in the car didn't know what the relationship between the two was. After listening to this conversation, they probably understood that they were two uncles, but the content of the conversation was also speechless. These two uncles were more cruel than the other, and even more shameless.

The bus first drove to Chiyoda District to send Meng Fan to Aman Kyoto, and then went to the hotel where they stayed. With Meng Fan leaving, the excitement of winning this melee and crushing the whole line also began to feel nervous. As Wu Ji said, the consequences of this melee are very serious and the punishment must be light.

This has little to do with whom it is. Even if the organizer believes that it was initiated by Neon people, those who participated in the melee cannot escape punishment.

When Meng Fan entered the hotel and returned to his residence, he immediately took off a clean look in the mirror and looked at the printed words left by kicking or beating on his body. After confirming that it was nothing serious, Meng Fan breathed a sigh of relief, then lay in the hot spring pool, holding his hands up and soaking.

Damn the back of my hand is so broken that I didn’t even dare to take a shower, so I could only take a while.

By the way!

Meng Fan then remembered that he had triggered a task or something in the melee. He quickly saw that it was indeed a task. However, this task was just a title of achievement... I don’t know if it was Niu Bi or fucking, I can only say that there was something.

"Ding! Trigger the achievement mission [Thousands of people kill]."

"The mission requires defeating 000 fighters."

"Achieve the achievement title after completing the mission [Thousand People Slay] (Murderful Aura + 3, Febrile Power +)"

The task is divided into three processes, with ten people rewarding points +00, hundreds of people rewarding points +000, thousands of people rewarding points +000, and additional rewards +killing aura.

Process 1 has been completed, and the reward has been earned. The number of people defeated has been 4.

"I have defeated fighting players like Lao Hei before, how can I trigger it?"
Chapter completed!