"Hey, give up." Zhang Moqian smiled and said, "You can't beat me."

Li Jinglong gritted his teeth, his face turned aside, and he slowly breathed out: "I have a habit of not losing as long as I haven't fallen yet. If you want me to lose, unless you knock me down."

"It's manly!" Zhang Moqian praised and sighed again, as if he felt regretful for Li Jinglong: "It's a pity that I'm overestimating my abilities."

"Only overestimate one's own ability!" Li Jinglong suddenly glared at the four words, and overestimated himself!

I haven't heard it for a long time!

Li Jinglong suddenly shouted loudly, kicking his feet heavily to the ground, and the muscles on his body slowly relaxed and gradually became smaller. After a while, his whole body changed back to the prototype. Zhang Moqian knew that Li Jinglong gave up that mysterious skill.

Li Jinglong's legs did not tremble anymore.

Zhang Moqian stopped talking and slowly approached Li Jinglong. His legs swayed, like lightning, and his right foot hit Li Jinglong's shoulder.

"Ping,Ping,Ping."

Li Jinglong took three steps back, and Zhang Moqian did not pause and continued to attack, dancing his feet, legs, fists, and elbows into a ball, bit by bit, like a dense raindrop, greeting Li Jinglong.

"Bang!"

Li Jinglong's body took a few steps back. Li Jinglong's face was already bruised and blood was splattered everywhere. However, on his firm face, he calmly glanced at Zhang Moqian and let out a breath of turbid air.

"It's been a long time since I've been beaten like this." Li Jinglong recalled the days when his father died and he was alone in the streets, casinos and nightclubs of Jakarta.

At that time, he was just a little man, a street gangster who had no meals and had only one set of clothes all year round, and was even worse than a gangster. He was at least able to have a full meal, but what about him? Between beggars and gangsters, he was sixteen years old. At that time, he was a waste who was chased and beaten every day and had a bruised face every few days. Later, he met a man who was one year older than him. It was that man who gave him the courage and changed his destiny.

That man is called Yulong Year!

Since then, he has not been beaten or beaten, but he has been beaten less and less, and has hit others more and more until he was twenty-five years old, standing at the peak of Southeast Asian martial arts world.

Until now, it was the first time after being beaten so hard by Zhang Moqian.

Until now, Li Jinglong remembers what Yulong Nian once said to him: "Any time you must remember, you have a handle under your crotch and stand up straight and be a man."

So, when he faced Zhang Moqian, he suddenly felt a sense of pride. Even if his body was exhausted, he didn't want to fall down and could not fall down.

Zhang Moqian let out a sigh of relief. Li Jinglong was so hard that he really admired him. However, he approached Li Jinglong again.

Fist, raise it!

At this moment, an urgent and cold voice suddenly came from the gate: "Zhang Moqian, stop me!"

Confused! Amazing! Awe!

This is the reaction of everyone present.

The owner of the voice is an extremely beautiful woman with no problem with her face, figure and temperament, and an indescribable aura all over her body. Within just one month, all the forces in the underground world of Grila City, the "City of Sin", condescend and surrender, and the well-deserved underground queen - Yu Xiaoan!

"Oh my God, there are such beautiful women in the world!"

"What? She is the boss behind Shangri-La Club?"

"What a beautiful woman, but unfortunately it's not something that people of our level can afford to chase."

Yu Xiaoan's appearance immediately became the focus of the entire black boxing ring, which surprised everyone. It is most appropriate to use these four words to describe it.

Behind Yu Xiaoan, a skinny man was following him, Liu Ertong, the club's head.

"You are finally here!" Zhang Moqian put down his fist and murmured to himself.

Yu Xiaoan looked at the young man on the ring and felt ache in his heart. A year ago, Uncle Zhang asked her to meet in Bingzhongluo in the depths of the Nujiang River.

It was a rainy day. In Gongdang Mountain in Bingzhongluo Town, facing the surging Nujiang River. The one-legged man leaned on a huge black iron stick, wearing a white linen dress, with an ordinary appearance and awesome temperament. When he saw her, his face was light and there was no expression, and he looked a little cold.

"Uncle Zhang, what's the matter with you when you come to Xiao An?"

"I want you to break up with Mo Qian!" The one-legged man looked at her with a serious look on his face.

"What?" She trembled all over and said excitedly: "Uncle Zhang, what did you say? I want Mo Qian and I to break up?"

"Yes!" the one-legged man nodded.

"Why? Why did you want me to break up with Mo Qian? Mo Qian and I are in love with each other sincerely. No, I don't break up with him. Although you are his father, you have no right to decide who he is with!" She trembled all over, tears fell down, and her pretty face, as if she was shy, was covered with tears. "Uncle Zhang, Yu Xiaoan, I have loved Zhang Mo Qian alone in this life. What's wrong with me? You can tell me, but why did you want me to break up with Mo Qian? I swear, I will be a good wife later!"

"Xiao An, you are very good, really very good. From the first time I saw you, I decided that you were our Zhang family's wife." The one-legged man looked soft and looked at the tear-eyed woman and said softly.

"Then... Then why did you want me to break up with Mo Qian!" She gently wiped away her tears, looked at the one-legged man with deep eyes, puzzled.

"It's not the time for you to be together." The one-legged man shook his head.

"Why?"

"He hasn't done what I want him to do yet." The one-legged man replied after pondering for a while.

"What did you ask Mo Qian to do? Will it affect him if I am with him?" she asked in a voice.

"Twenty years ago, when he was born, I laid a big picture for him. Before he finished it, he was not allowed to withdraw. Xiao An, because the Yu family's status in the capital and your father's identity in Yulong Year is too special, you are not suitable to be with Mo Qian now. If you insist on being with him, it will harm him. He can do nothing and can only be a waste to eat, drink and wait for death." The one-legged man said, feeling very sad. Melodious, my son, I will definitely cultivate it well, and hope that he will make a difference and let others stand on the top of everyone and rule the world.

"I don't care. He's his, just be with him." She was a little angry.

"If you persist, you and Mo Qian will never have a chance to meet again." The one-legged man said, adding: "For his good, everything is for his good!"

"Then when will we be together?" she asked anxiously.

"One, two years, or ten years. It depends on when he can break the situation and stand at the height I want him to stand." The one-legged man leaned on an iron stick and looked at the surging Nujiang River.

"Uncle Zhang, what game have you set up for him? I want to help him!"

"Help him? You can help when you need it, and don't help when you don't. Believe him, as long as he works hard, he can get what he deserves!" The one-legged man shook his head.

"He got into trouble with a lot of people when he was undercover. What should I do if there is any danger?"

"If you can't even deal with the wastes in Queensland, you might as well die!" said the one-legged man without any mercy. "A person can only go further after experiencing some setbacks. I believe in him, and you must also believe in him. He is not only my son, but also has all the melodious dreams and hopes."

"Now the forces of all parties in China are undergoing some changes. If you really want to help him, then be his opponent!" The one-legged man narrowed his eyes slightly. "Let him get everything he deserves!"

"I... am so scared, I am afraid that he hates me!" Her delicate body trembled, and she couldn't say anything about breaking up.

"If many things are successful, they have to pay a price!" The one-legged man sighed softly.

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Yu Xiaoan quietly looked at the man who had been breaking up on the ring for a year and was thinking about it day and night, tears couldn't help but flow out. He wanted to open his arms and throw himself into his arms, but when he thought of Uncle Zhang's words, he still forced himself to think of his beloved man. Losing is a pain, and being close at hand but unable to express his heart is even more painful. No wonder some fools like to use fountain pens and chalk brushes to write crookedly on the toilet wall... The farthest distance in the world is not that you are on Tencent Weibo, I am on Sina, but that I am standing in front of you, but you don't know that I love you.

Yu Xiaoan lowered his head and wiped away tears inadvertently. When he raised his head, he had his beautiful, yet cold face.

Zhang Moqian looked at Li Jinglong, who was beaten to the point of bruising face by him, and naturally walked off the ring to himself, "Stop it? It's the 26th today."

Suddenly, he got angry and flew up, and the searchlight above the ring shattered.

"Zhang Moqian, have you made enough trouble?" Yu Xiaoan shouted.

"No!" Zhang Moqian got off the ring, walked towards Yu Xiaoan, raised his hand and pinched the other party's fair chin, squinted his eyes and said provocatively: "I'm here to fuck you today!"

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