"Brother Jason...Brother Jason..." Everyone greeted the blond man with apologetic smiles.
Scar, as if he had seen a savior, struggled to get up and shouted: "Brother, this kid came to our casino to cause trouble. I will take care of him and beat people. I will never let him go."
Chen Zifei shook his head and smiled, and did not explain. Only weak people can explain, and he didn't need it.
Jason has a fierce appearance and is nicknamed the Golden Retriever Lion King. He is the person in charge of this underground casino and the watcher of the scene. At this time, a group of thugs followed him and came to Chen Zifei, looking at him coldly.
Jason stared and said with a fierce expression: "Boy, where are you from? If you dare to come to my casino to cause trouble, you don't want to live anymore."
The smile on Chen Zifei's face did not change, he looked directly at Jason and said, "Are you in charge here?"
Jason frowned and said sarcastically: "Since you know Jason, the Golden Retriever Lion King, you still dare to come to my place to cause trouble and beat my people, what do you want to do?"
Chen Zifei shook his head and frowned: "It's not you. I'm not looking for Golden Retriever. I'm looking for Birrell. Let him come to see me."
"Brother, this guy is so good at pretending. He even went to the boss. He really thought he was a figure. Our boss doesn't know any Chinese people." The scarred man sneered.
Jason's face was gloomy and he said viciously: "Boy from China, don't say that I didn't give you a chance today. If you break an arm, I will let you go. Otherwise, you will prepare to be used as fertilizer here."
Scar said excitedly: "Boy, my eldest brother has spoken and you haven't taken action yet. This is your last chance. My eldest brother has never gone back on what he said. If someone from the family offended my eldest brother before, he would chop him down just like that."
If the family hadn't come forward to kill him, that guy would have been dead."
"This Chinese boy won't be able to get out today. I bet he won't dare to cut his own arm."
"It goes without saying that no one can cut off his own arm unless he is a madman."
"This kid is probably going to die here today. It's just his bad luck. If he had taken the money earlier, it would have been over. Now his life will be gone."
"Keep your voice down and don't offend Brother Jason, otherwise you'll be in trouble."
The surrounding gamblers were talking quietly, all of them nervous and excited.
Jason turned back and took a long knife with cold light, threw it directly at Chen Zifei's feet, and sneered: "If you don't do it, I will do it for you. Of course, you still have a chance to pick up the knife and chop me.
Let’s see if you have the courage.”
The man with the scar looked disdainful and mocked: "Boy, weren't you very cruel just now? Now that my brother has given you the knife, don't be a coward. I'm still waiting to see how you were hacked to death by random knives.
Then I will feed you to the dogs."
The surrounding gamblers retreated one after another, and a vacuum zone of more than ten meters immediately appeared on Chen Zifei's side.
Chen Zifei stared at Jason and said playfully: "If you give me face, of course I will give you face, otherwise it will appear that we Chinese people do not know how to reciprocate politely. Today I will also give you a chance. If you cut off one of your legs, as long as
If you break a leg, I won’t embarrass you, you can just leave.”
As he spoke, Chen Zifei kicked the long knife on the ground to Jason's feet and pursed his lips.
Jason was stunned for a moment, then said angrily: "Looking for death, it seems that I, Jason, have been too gentle to you recently, and you have all forgotten how I got ahead."
Following Jason's movements, the blond hair on his head was flying, and everyone around him was shocked, and they did not dare to look at Jason at all.
"It's over. This kid is dead. He dares to talk to Jason like this. I really don't know where Jason got his name."
"Isn't Brother Jason's name Golden Retriever Lion King? Isn't that because his hair is long?"
"Keep your voice down, Brother Jason will be dead if he hears you. Brother Jason didn't get this nickname because of his long hair. Brother Jason's nickname was completely made by typing, just like the Lion King, a
A pride of lions can only have one king, and fighting for the lion king is very cruel..."
The muscles on Jason's body bulged, and he shot out suddenly, and his fist hit Chen Zifei's head with a sound of wind.
"Boy, taste my violent punches." Jason roared with blond hair flying on his head.
Chen Zifei tilted his head slightly and dodged the fierce punch. Jason's fists hit him one after another. His tall stature made each of his punches heavier than that of a heavyweight boxer. Most people only need to take a hit.
One punch and you won't be able to stand up again.
Chen Zifei moved his body from time to time, with a smile on his face, and said: "The fist is quite heavy and has good strength. The strength of the left fist is a little worse than that of the right fist, but the difference is not much. You have received professional training in boxing."
The scarred man shouted at the side: "Brother, come on, beat this kid to death. It's an honor for you, Chinese boy, to see my eldest brother take action. My eldest brother has won the Los Angeles boxing championship for three consecutive years."
, let alone someone with your figure, even if you practice bodybuilding, you can’t withstand my big brother’s punch.”
Jason's punches were getting faster and faster, one punch after another, raining down on Chen Zifei like a violent storm. Seeing that Chen Zifei had no power to fight back, he could only barely dodge Jason's attack at the last moment.
None of the surrounding gamblers continued to play. They all watched the fight between the two men intently, for fear of missing a detail. This was more enjoyable than watching a boxing match.
The scarred man waved his fist and shouted: "beat him to death, beat him to death..."
Chen Zifei always had a smile on his face, as if he and Jason had planned their moves. No matter whether Jason's attack was fast or slow, he could only dodge it at the last moment, but Jason's face gradually changed.
The madness at the beginning turned serious, and now his face was very ugly.
Gradually, people around him also realized that something was wrong. Although Jason attacked fiercely, he did not hit Chen Zifei. Such a fierce attack made him sweat on his head.
As for the Chinese boy, he seemed to be fine. Although he always dodged Jason's attacks at the last moment, there was no trace of embarrassment in the relaxed expression on his face.
The man with the scar was so anxious that he shouted: "Brother, don't let yourself go, kill this kid quickly, blow him up..."
The gangster behind Scar Man secretly pulled Scar Man and said nervously: "Brother Scar, something seems wrong."
Chen Zifei shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "The speed of your punch is fast, but it is the speed gained in exchange for strength. Can this punch now have half the power of the previous one? And such a high-speed attack will not hurt you."
The physical load is also very heavy, how long can you hold on, three minutes, or five minutes?"
Jason was anxious in his heart. Chen Zifei's smiling face was right in front of him, but it seemed to be thousands of miles away. He knew that if he continued fighting like this, not to mention three to five minutes, even one minute would probably be the limit for him.
.
What frightened Jason even more was who this kid was. His master had also mentioned his weaknesses, and yet the other party could see where his weaknesses were in such a short time of fighting. This was terrifying.
Jason's face twisted, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, you forced me to do this. Every time I throw a punch, I will be seriously injured, and you will definitely die."