A yellow sports car is driving fast on the road.

When the red light stopped, the people in the next lane turned to look at the car. The driver was a young and beautiful girl, and the person sitting on the other side was very strange, wearing a huge round helmet.

"Hi, beauty!" Four young people in the car next door whistled to He Xiaoran.

He Xiaoran didn't even look back, and gave the other party a middle finger. Before the other party could react, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. The car disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the Internet celebrity gym was still busy and full of people.

The yellow Maserati caught the young man's attention, and He Xiaoran drove into the parking lot.

He Miao held the big helmet and shivered in fear from the overly lively atmosphere around him.

He Xiaoran opened the trunk, reached out and took out a three-knuckle stick, and threw it out.

He Miao reached out to catch it. The little girl held the two stick ends and swung them back and forth. When He Xiaoran closed the trunk and came over, He Miao asked coyly: "Sister, can I pretend to be a stick?"

With the way she looks now, wouldn't she be recognized instantly?

She has to put on a disguise so that no one can recognize her.

He Xiaoran glanced at her, "What disguise are you going to make?"

How can you disguise yourself with such a big helmet?

Then, she saw He Miao suddenly take out a black plastic bag and peel it off the big helmet.

"On TV, when people go to paint, they have to wear something, including stockings, paper bags, and plastic bags." He Miao said, turning around where she had dug two holes at some point, and said to He Miao

Ran said: "I've disguised myself."

He Xiaoran glanced at it but said nothing.

There are women's exhibition matches in underground boxing at night. There are several types of exhibition matches, one is a boxing show, and the other is a show where women are fighting.

Exhibition matches are performances specially performed for those male customers.

It started with two serious female boxers boxing, and when one of them got nervous, it no longer started from the perspective of the boxers, but became a fight between two ordinary women.

It is best if during the tearing process, some fabric or something can be pulled off, revealing something, which will make those boring men cheer with joy.

Of course, the final result still has to be a winner, otherwise the spectators’ bets will be useless.

The last exhibition match ended, and a group of losers dispersed with all kinds of ambiguous laughter.

One after another they were leaving, and among the crowd heading towards the exit of the formal gym, someone came towards them.

Walking in front was a very young-looking girl, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with a hood covering her head and a black mask covering most of her face, except for a pair of shining eyes.

Behind the girl was a big helmeted man with a three-section stick hanging around his neck, who was walking timidly against the wall and was about to lose his breath.

The one with the big helmet was wearing a yellow jumpsuit, which looked particularly like Bruce Lee's classic yellow jumpsuit. Because he was on the thin side, the big helmet was so big on his head that it was particularly eye-catching.

The last few guests left from the passage, and He Xiaoran reached out and closed the door of the passage.

In the office, Guan Xingyi crossed his legs and looked at his hands admiringly. It was the strength of these two hands that led him to be selected into the provincial team.

It's a pity that the people in the provincial team are ignorant and even said that he only has brute strength and cannot use the strength and parts of his body flexibly.

At that time, he was unconvinced. Later, after he got into underground boxing, he realized that this was indeed the case. Brutal strength was not enough. The body must be flexible enough, and the speed of movement and reaction speed must be fast enough.

Sometimes Guan Xingyi feels anxious when he sees those people in the ring who have mediocre skills but can actually win in the end. There are not many boxers who can impress him. Among the boxers who come to the boxing ring, there are outstanding men.

There are not many boxers, are there female boxers...

Guan Xingyi sneered, He Xiaoran?

Did you think it was hidden deep? He tried to find it, but there was still someone he couldn’t find?

He must have earned that money from He Xiaoran.

It was all because of Zhao Qi in the beginning. A performance made him think that He Xiaoran would lose the match on purpose in order to take revenge on the boxing ring.

If He Xiaoran really lost, Guan Xingyi would definitely let him triple the amount in the compensation agreement. As a result, He Xiaoran actually defeated Devil Tong in the last game.

This caught Guan Xingyi off guard.

Who would have known that he thought he was playing tricks on a yellow-haired girl, but in the end he was played around by He Xiaoran.

If you dare to play tricks on him, you will pay the price.

Guan Xingyi twirled his fingers and held the weak man's hand in his palm. The feeling of being in control was really good.

With his small and thin arms, he could crush the opponent's bones with just a little effort. The little girl's screams made Guan Xingyi feel that even after so many years, his strength was still there.

That girl's wrist is probably broken. Hum, this is a warning to He Xiaoran. Next time, instead of crushing the bones, she will cut them off!

There was a loud noise outside. Guan Xingyi raised his head and glanced at the door. The peaceful moment was ruined.

Guan Xingyi was a little angry: "What's the noise? This time is exactly the time for the financial office to check out, why is it so noisy?"

He shouted toward the door: "What's wrong, Mom?"

There were a few people in the security guard who were at odds with each other, and they started quarreling at every turn. If I didn't want to bother, I would have left early.

There was no answer from outside, but the movement didn't stop.

Guan Xingyi reached out and opened the door. There was no one outside. The movement seemed to be coming from the other side of the ring.

Guan Xingyi was very impatient. They were a bunch of rubbish and had no business. They were quarreling and fighting every day, each one outperforming the other.

He walked towards the ring area, and just as he turned a corner, his vision suddenly went dark, and a person's body flew towards him. Guan Xingyi hurriedly grabbed the flying figure, "What's going on?"

"Boss, here are two lunatics!" As soon as his feet touched the ground, the kid rolled away and ran away.

Guan Xingyi was confused, crazy?

He looked towards the ring and saw a man wearing a big helmet and a black plastic bag. He was dancing like a dragon with a three-section stick in his hand, and every move hit the ring.

On the person who helps the boy.

In addition, a black figure suddenly jumped from the high ring. The moment he landed, he grabbed his right hand and used his hand as a knife. He pushed it gently and heard a slight sound coming from the bones of his wrist.

As a result of the friction, Guan Xingyi's right hand instantly dropped weakly.

The big helmet then turned over and jumped down from the ring. His movements were exactly the same as the man in black, and he landed firmly behind the opponent. He held a three-section stick in his hand and faced the other people who were still standing.
Chapter completed!