So, in this underground boxing venue.

Such a strange scene happened.

The crowd in the audience began to calm down gradually, but looked at the ring excitedly.

The underworld bosses below were all dark-faced, and Song Qi and the best brothers and sisters of the Yang family also looked bad.

However, in the ring, the group of their little brothers were sucking saliva one by one.

They found that they were clearly surrounding Qin Dahai and had an absolute advantage in the number of people, but at this time they were like lambs, staring at by a hungry wolf. There were chickens and thieves at the end and didn't break in. They stood outside the iron cage with their teeth, but recently they looked at each other and saw the fear in the eyes of each other.

This is the fucking Qin Dahai! He killed three people in a row, including the genius killer Pang Xilie, who defeated the black boxing champion McKun with one punch!

Seeing that everyone was standing there and motionless, Chang Luo became anxious. He hated Qin Dahai to death and shouted: "Bastard, a bunch of waste, more than ten of you are afraid of him? Beat! Beat him to death!"

yes!

There are more than a dozen people!

These guys were in the underworld. After Chang Luo said this, the confidence of the superior number of people came back. They stared at Qin Dahai with vicious expressions, as if they were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Qin Dahai sneered and said, "It seems that the treatment of the gangster is good. I hope I can reimburse the medical expenses and the settlement expenses."

"Damn it, he's fucking like you, beat me!"

"Beat him!"

"Bastard, I've been crazy for so long, I've killed him!"

Hot-blooded young man.

Qin Dahai shook his head and used his fists slightly. The person who was present roared and rushed up with his teeth and claws. Qin Dahai squatted slightly and punched his thigh. The force was so strong that he was so hard that he opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, Qin Dahai stood up and punched his chin with his right hook, hitting the aggrieved scream again.

"Damn!"

These guys looked at each of them with red eyes and rushed up.

But Qin Dahai is really not afraid of fighting in a group, not to mention that the combat effectiveness of this group of people is not as good as that. If he caught one, his fists must be sent to the other party's forehead and beat the whole ring upside down.

"Okay! Good fight!"

"Break to death, Qin Dahai, we support you!"

Many people in the audience didn't care what the guys on the ring were, and they all opened their voices to support each other, making the people in the audience look dark.

Bang!

After knocking down one person with one punch, Qin Dahai stepped up in the air, pushed his knees and pushed his head against the chest of the person opposite, and then he called him a heavy punch. In the short time, six or seven lying underground screamed and fainted. The remaining less than ten people were away from Qin Dahai in horror.

Standing in the center of the ring, Qin Dahai was full of fighting spirit and blood was boiling. His eyes were locked in a guy who wanted to open the iron cage door to escape. He stomped the ground and flew out. He turned his body in the air, kicking him three or four times in a row. After he was kicked unconscious, Qin Dahai turned around and hit the other person.

Seeing Qin Dahai entering the flock of sheep like a wolf, killing happily, Chang Luo was so angry that he was about to die.

He waved his hand, and a few younger brothers who had not entered the venue carried boxes one by one and ran to the iron cage. He opened the boxes and took out the weapons and went in.

Knives, sticks, and all kinds of fierce weapons except guns were stuffed into them.

The younger brothers who were already close to the iron cage were dodging in a mess when they saw the weapons, and they all became fierce. They had the courage to rush forward once when holding the weapons. Qin Dahai's eyes flashed with impatience, and his hands shook, and two flying knives started. The magical flying knives were displayed at once. With one hand, the two flying knives were gone.

He himself rushed to a guy holding a knife. The guy was originally concerned about the flying knife that Qin Dahai threw out, so how could he care about Qin Dahai?

It's just such a loss of consciousness.

He felt a cramp from his abdomen, and he couldn't help but bend down, and the knife in his hand was easily snatched by Qin Dahai.

The knife in hand!

With two screams, two guys who were cut by flying knives fell to the ground!

Qin Dahai's momentum surged!

Long Yue unfolded seven steps at one time, and his already peak momentum was bravely climbing the peak. Even the younger brothers who were holding the weapons were trembling with fear.

"Waste! Waste!" Chang Luo cursed in anger.

The other people's faces were naturally not good-looking.

Seeing Qin Dahai showing great power again, he looked at his subordinates with a knife, and they shouted ups and downs one by one, all of them were so angry that they were trembling all over.

Yang Tinglan was no exception. She said coldly: "Uncle Xiao, kill Qin Dahai."

A cold light burst out from the eyes of the man surnamed Xiao, and he was about to go up and kill Qin Dahai, but at this time, Chang Luo, who was in front of the iron cage ring, had already been unable to stand Qin Dahai's arrogance and roared angrily: "Baoty! Shoot him! Kill him!"

Seeing his face turned red and his neck was thick, his forehead was almost bursting.

A person who was glad that he didn't go in could not help but say carefully when he heard his words: "Boss Chang, it's not in line with the rules to shoot here..."

"rule?"

Chang Luo was so angry that his mind was so big.

He grabbed the younger brother and said viciously: "I, Chang Luo, have been in trouble for more than 30 years. Do you ask me to talk about the rules with a mud-legged guy? In the dusk boxing match, I am the rules!"

As he said that, he pushed the little brother away.

When I groped on my body, I actually found a gun.

Qin Dahai on the stage suddenly turned cold, and another flying knife shook out of his left hand. Chang Luo was obviously so angry that he was in his fifties. His eyes were bleeding and he was about to shoot. But at this moment, one hand was placed on his wrist holding the gun, and a voice that was not happy or angry also came to his ears: "Mr. Chang, don't you take my Jile Island seriously?"

"I'll go..." Chang Luo's hot temper was a gangster. After all, he was stopped by someone and suddenly became angry. But when he saw the person coming, his anger was immediately reeled back into his stomach, and his face turned red like a pig's head.

This is a man in his forties, gentle and gentle, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He said lightly: "You are very glad that you did not shoot, otherwise even if Jiuyou Dragon Head is here, you will be executed by Lingchi."

Chang Luo blushed with his face, lowered his head and shivered all over his body, knowing whether he was afraid or angry.

The man surnamed Xiao stopped the pace because Yang Ji reached out to stop him.

The rest of the people looked at the gentle and gentle man who appeared one by one. There was no fluctuation on the man's face and said lightly: "No one is allowed to shoot and break the rules. Life and death on the ring will be written by the winner. I hope everyone will abide by the rules on the island. In addition, I wish your dusk boxing match will be held smoothly."

"Ha." Qin Dahai brought down the last person. He also heard the gentle man's words and smiled: "Then I really want to let go."
Chapter completed!