Although I was sitting on a crocodile sofa and enjoyed wine and cigars, the ash floating around still made the air quality in the underground hall that was constantly breathing was quite bad.
Feiren looked at Qiao Lengdie's eyebrows frowned, and pinched her nose and said, "The environment here is not very good. If you feel uncomfortable, let's go back now."
When Gao Zhanfei heard this, he immediately looked at Qiao Lengdie nervously. He could see that in ordinary trivial matters, Feilun would follow Qiao Lengdie's temperament.
Qiao Lengdie shook her head slightly and said, "Allen, isn't you here with you just to have fun? By the way, are there any masks?"
Feilun was a little moved while laughing and crying. He immediately took out two medical masks from his inner pocket (hidden ring) and handed them to Qiao Lengdie one. He asked Zhixuan again, "Do you want it?"
Zhixuan has Xuan Gong to protect his body, and shook his hand elegantly, indicating that it is not necessary.
Faren looked at Vilian again and said, "Where are you?"
Vilian was flattered and waved her hand in a hurry, "No, I'm OK."
Feiren asked coldly, "What can I do?" and then he stuffed the remaining mask into Vilian's hand. It turned out that he didn't want to take back the mask, so he forced him to deal with it.
Seeing this, Gao Zhanfei immediately shouted, "Is it OK? We should find some excitement, hehe!" As he said that, he stopped a passing beauty, "Come two boxing guides!"
...The foreign girl immediately smiled and took a boxing guide from the tray in her hand and handed it to Gao Zhanfei, and presented her own business card. The business card read "Fighting Agent Stuart", and there is another one below
Contact number.
Gao Zhanfei took out his business card and took out a stack of Franklins and put it on Stuart's tray without hesitation.
Qiao Lengdie saw this scene and Gao Zhanfei was curious. He explained in Chinese: "Each boxing guide is 100, and this business card is 1,000. If we want to place bets, we can find this person.
Beauty.” As he said that, he patted Stuart's chubby butt and signaled her to leave first.
Stuart smiled at everyone's formulaic smile, and Pingting stepped back.
He handed over a guide to Feiren, and Gao Zhanfei took the remaining guide and didn't read it, staring at the big screen of the TV.
The boxing guide, to be precise, should be the boxing guide, which lists detailed information about all participating boxers, such as the height, age, weight, bench press, squat past records, etc.
Unfortunately, these things seem to be quite detailed to the outsider, but in Feiren's opinion, nothing is wrong. If the data of weight squat and bench press are useful, just take it out and compare it. The lower ones are suicide and the higher ones are enough to win, and you have to fight.
How to use skills and fighting experience?
In Feiron's concept, no one's true strength is so easy to judge.
Of course, if it is an ordinary person, Faren can judge the strength of the other party as long as he has seen the person walking, lying, sitting and standing. If the other party is a warrior or has special abilities, Faren can only see him taking action in person.
He can also estimate the opponent's approximate strength; if there is anything worse, he can only weigh it by Feilun himself.
Suddenly, Gao Zhanfei, who was sitting next to him, shouted in surprise: "Okay, after this game is over, the next game will be called on the screen soon!"
His roar made everyone look at the ceiling TV screen. As a result, a white man cruelly took out the heart of a black boxer and threw it on the table, stepping on it.
"Very, vomit..."
When Qiao Lengdie saw this scene, she retching a few times and finally managed to hold it back. She was really unbelievable. The black man had obviously lost his ability to resist, so why could that white man still do it?
She tied Yan Xingnan, who had no power to fight back, to the rope, fishing for sharks and avenged her father, and it was completely incomparable to her words.
Seeing this, Feiren patted her shoulder and comforted her: "This is a life-and-death striking battle, and she will never fall off the battle! Any boxer who comes on stage must abide by this rule, otherwise he will die!"
Qiao Lengdie was speechless. Only then did she realize that her understanding of the world was so narrow, and she only knew one or two of the strange things in the world.
"It's out, it's out!" At this time, Gao Zhanfei pointed to the screen and shouted again.
Feiren frowned slightly and looked at it. The screen happened to be played, "God of War" Ass vs. "Lunker" Hawk! Ass' odds are one to pay 1.3, and Hawk's odds are one to pay 2.5.
Gao Zhanfei soon found the introduction of As and Hawk on the boxer's guide and sued Feiren: "Page 3 and 11!"
The third page is Ass' information, "God of War" Ass, purebred white man, age: 30 years old, height: 191CM, weight: 95KG, maximum punching force: 461KG, squat: 470KG... Common skills: Death combination punch
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Page 11 has the introduction of Hawke: "Luckingman" Hawke, a mixed-race brown race, also known as St. Az, age: 29 years old, height: 190CM, weight: 97KG, maximum punching force: 222KG, squat: 610KG…
…Common techniques: Kick in the upper right section.
Seeing this data, Feiren's pupils shrank slightly. Even if the 610 kilogram squat was not mastered correctly, the weight of any kick in the upper right section would exceed 2,300 pounds.
Even the fighting tyrant Peter Az is willing to take a disadvantage. You know, when Az was in the peak state, the power of the upper right kick was still less than 1,900 pounds.
If a person has a squat score of 610 kilograms and masters the most correct leg skills, then his swing and kicking can easily reach 3,000 pounds. For ordinary people, this is a good idea.
Destroy them with decay.
In contrast, the "God of War" Ass's punches and kicks are relatively average. Even Feiren infers that he should be an average player in terms of speed, balance and techniques. Of course, this average is not mediocre, but relative to most blacks.
The boxer has a skill that either has outstanding legs or strong fists. His indicators have reached the level of high-end combat power but not as high as the level.
However, Feiren could see that As should be a battle-hardened black boxer. He can reach this point today and should have his own unique things. Unfortunately, the boxer guide is a money-scammer's thing, and there is no detailed information.
Introducing the real tactics of As and Hawk.
Gao Zhanfei, a layman, looked at the guide for a long time but couldn't see any reason. He couldn't help but touch Feilun and asked, "Brother, who are you going to beg for?"
Feren smiled and said, "The odds of lumberjacks are high, so bet on him!"
Gao Zhanfei said in surprise: "Boss, aren't you? You'll bet when you see the odds are high? This is not reliable!"
Feiren smiled and said, "It's just a fun game. Call the foreign girl here!"
Gao Zhanfei stared at Feiren for a few seconds before saying, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Soon, Stuart came over slowly, bowed and exposed most of the two balls in front of Feiren and Gao Zhanfei, and asked in a charming voice: "Two gentlemen, there are three minutes left to start the next game. I wonder how much do you plan to bet.
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Gao Zhanfei looked at Feiren, but Feiren made a gesture of "please first" at him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Three million US dollars, Abhawk!"
As soon as these words were said, Qiao Lengdie was shocked. She understood that Feilun's bet would probably not be less than three million US dollars.
Before, Qiao Lengdie stopped Feiren from going to the casino because once something like "bet" became popular, she couldn't stop it. In her opinion, Black Fist betting would be difficult to touch if she didn't deliberately look for it.
So once or twice, Feilun wanted to play with it, so she stopped persuading her. Besides, although Qiao Lengdie was not Feilun, she knew Feilun's personality very well. She could persuade her once, but she would persuade her.
If there are too many, Faren will be disliked, but she is used to living a poor life and still feels sorry for Fei Gao and the other two throw tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars out to get out to waste.
When Qiao Lengdie was hesitating whether to persuade him again, he heard Faren slam his thigh and said, "Anyway, it's just a joke. I'm 10 million pounds, and I'll bet on Hawk!"
Stuart's beautiful eyes lit up when he heard this. When he looked at Feiren, his eyes were so soft that he made his fingers soft, and the autumn water almost overflowed in his eyes.
But Feiren disappeared from Stuart's TV and said to Zhi Xuan Weilian and others: "Do you want to place some bets too?"
Zhixuan, who had been watching coldly, rarely smiled and said, "Then I will also bet five million US dollars on the lumberjacks!" These words made Qiao Lengdie and Wei Lian stunned.
Qiao Lengdie didn't expect Zhixuan to have such a big gambling nature, while Wei Lian didn't expect Zhixuan to have so much spare money, but she hesitated and said, "I'll also bet 500,000 US dollars, Hawke won!"
Seeing this, Will and Kita, the brainwashers, saw that out of trust in Faren, they both bet on their own with their wealth, each with more than four million US dollars.
After recording this bet, Stuart smiled so hard that he was not showing his eyes, and he almost thrust on the spot. With tens of millions of bets, she could get one percent of the commission regardless of winning or losing. It was really a profit.
It's big.
"Bang--"
A bell rang out of the sound, and the Black Fist Hall, which was originally whispering, became noisy again.
Gao Zhanfei was a little uneasy and said, "Allen, the boxing match is about to begin, are you sure?"
However, before Feren could answer, a loud shout sounded around him.
"As, how can I kill that colored species? Let him know what black fist is, kill him!"
"Haoke, **The white chicken, kick him in the head and let him know how powerful you are!"
"Hawke..."
There was a burst of laughter and scolding from the audience. Because of skin color issues, several wealthy people even attacked each other, and the scene suddenly became a mess.
At this time, a loud roar sounded, and a strong white man stood on the ring. His marble-like rock-solid muscles made many rich men whistle clamor.
Seeing this, Feilun couldn't help but feel chilled. There wouldn't be pure GAY among these rich guys who were so shit, right?
As for those ladies who followed the rich to find excitement, they screamed in surprise, some of which broke the BRA belt, exposed the ball with their chests, and even some of them pulled off the cover and waved them in their hands. They were dignified and upright a few minutes ago.
The temperament is gone………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………