Outright Favoritism Chapter 931: : We are each other.

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The Baird Governor's Mansion Resort Hotel is located along the river valley and built by the mountains and the water.

The hotel is picturesque and used to be the residence of a certain governor of Myanmar. There are countless guests who come to stay every year.

In addition, the biggest highlight is the largest fighting boxing club in Myanmar.

Li Qiao got off from the front of the hotel, and the welcomers dressed in national costumes greeted them with smiles.

Wei Ang is not proficient in Burmese, and can at most simply communicate. He stumbled and explained a few sentences to the welcome, which was completely speechless.

Li Qiao stepped forward unhurriedly and whispered two words: "Boxing gym."

The greeter immediately turned sideways, made an inviting arm, and led the way first.

Wei Ang scratched his head, "Madam, just laughed."

Li Qiao looked at him sideways and asked calmly: "You haven't learned Burmese?"

"No." Wei Ang did not doubt that he had him, and explained as he walked, "There are several kinds of cities in general, but Burmese has never been touched."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows lightly, "Then who will translate for Dad?"

Hearing this, Wei Ang smiled and said: "Patriarch's Burmese is very slippery. I don't need translation. I can't hear it."

Li Qiao's heart was clear, with an intriguing curve hanging on her lips, she wandered down the corridor of the river valley villa.

……

The indoor boxing gym is located at the end of the hotel’s leisure area.

The large flat-top venue occupies a vast area, and the surrounding supporting rest facilities are also very complete.

There are not many people in the boxing gym. There are a few men in training clothes standing at the door, looking at the boxing gym room from time to time, discussing things carefully.

Li Qiao gradually approached and heard what they were discussing.

"Are there any deep hatred between those two people?"

"I don't look like it, maybe it's a discussion."

The man standing on the outermost side took a sip with a cigarette, pretending to shook his head deeply, "I guess they are rivals in love."

Li Qiao passed them silently, her brows cold.

Wei Ang just opened the gate of the boxing gym, and the people behind him murmured again, "If it is really a love rival, it would be too terrible. The independent boxing room has been ruined, how much hatred is it?"

Li Qiao's footsteps seem to be slow, but they still speed up a bit.

He Chen's fist strength is approaching two thousand. If he is really cruel, Shang Yu...

He Chen left the highest record in the three-class assessment and boxing strength test.

As for Shang Yu's punch strength, she is not very impressed, and may not have asked about it.

In the lobby of the boxing gym, a few students were absent-mindedly hitting sandbags. Instructors and other staff gathered around the door of the private boxing room at the rear. Some paid and some received money.

It seems to be placing a bet.

Li Qiao walked over, passing the first boxing room, she glanced at random, her eyes stopped.

The humanoid fist target was broken, the hanging sandbag was broken, the floor-standing speed ball broke in two, and the protective gear foam and other fighting equipment were scattered on the floor.

It's a mess.

In the boxing room next door, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground can be faintly heard.

They destroyed the first boxing room, and they are destroying the second one at this time.

At this moment, two men dressed as bodyguards came out from the corner of the boxing room. They walked quickly to Li Qiao and Wei Ang, nodding and saying: "Young lady, the guard, the young master and Chen brother are still fighting."

Wei Ang glanced at Li Qiao's face, then turned his eyes and asked: "Are there any injuries?"

The bodyguard replied very understandingly: "There is no blood seen at the moment."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, faintly looked at the closed boxing room door, "Open the door."

The bodyguard stood still, and Wei Ang swallowed his throat, and suggested in a low voice, "Young lady, or... let's wait."

When the young master starts his hands, whoever will die.

The boxing room was ruined, let alone their flesh and blood. Not only were they not resisting beatings, they rushed in as a gift.

Li Qiao said nothing, slowly walked to the door of the boxing room, raised her sharp chin, "open it."

Bodyguard and Wei Ang: "..."

Seeing that Li Qiao's eyebrows were cold, Wei Ang didn't dare to delay. He walked to the door with a look of death, raised his leg and kicked, but the door did not move.

Wei Ang repeatedly kicked the door lock with three kicks. The wooden door slammed into the wall behind the door due to external force. When it bounced back, Li Qiao stepped forward and pressed it with his toes.

The sound of fighting is endless, and the sound of close hands. The punches never stop.

Among them, there was He Chen's sneer, "Shang Shaoyan, you have stepped back."

As soon as Li Qiao raised his aim, a gray afterimage struck, a sandbag that had been knocked off.

"Young lady!"

Wei Ang was so scared that he could take care of the others, and rushed forward to block Li Qiao's.

At the same time, the sandbag slapped his face, and the fine sand was flying all over the sky.

As a result of inertia, Wei Ang backed away holding the sandbag, hit the wall with his back, and slid along the wall to the floor dazedly.

The second thing is that it hurts or not, mainly because it feels a little dizzy.

Shang Yu and He Chen, who were still fighting, were too involved, causing them to ignore the sudden situation at the door.

Until he heard Wei Ang's exclamation, the heavy-breathing Shang Yu stopped his hand, and a trace of tension flashed across his eyes, "Pretty!"

This boxing room also failed to escape the ruined fate.

At this moment, Li Qiao was standing a few steps away from Wei Ang, looking at him calmly, as if to say: "Let's do this again."

When the sandbag flew, she was already avoiding it sideways.

If it weren't for Wei Ang, she wouldn't have been splashed with fine sand.

At the same time, Shang Yu hurriedly came to Li Qiao, his pupils tightened and his breath was uneven, "Is there anything wrong?"

Li Qiao looked back and looked up and saw the man's handsome face covered in sweat.

His short hair is slightly damp and hangs messily above the brow bones, and his eyes are red, which seems to be the result of prolonged exercise.

His eyes fell, the man's shirt was full of wrinkles, the three sleeves on his chest were open, and his bare chest had obvious bruises.

Only, his handsome face is as handsome as ever, and there are no eye-catching scars.

Li Qiao recovered and touched the bruise on his chest, "Does it hurt?"

Shang Yu shook his palms and brushed the sand off her shoulders, his voice was a little hoarse and vague, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

Li Qiao tilted his head and glanced at He Chen behind, without answering, "Who won?"

Fang Luo, He Chen, bending over to prop his knees, plopped and fell on the foam cushion.

Shang Yu's muscles are still showing excitement. He leaned sideways and squinted at He Chen, raising his lips and said: "You have stepped back."

He Chen bent one leg in front of him, with his forearm on his knees, and sneered in a dumb voice: "We two are each other, don't talk about who the hell."

Although Shang Yu's posture is steady as a mountain, Li Qiao can still detect his trembling body, probably due to muscle twitching caused by excessive force.

Li Qiao looked left and right, and once again faced Shang Yu with eyes, curled her lips and smiled slightly: "Are you tired?"

The man breathed softly, his black eyes staring at her brows for a moment.