The Epic Revenge Chapter 1930: Victory

The head of the boxing gym looked at Yan Qi and his group.

He had never seen Yan Qi, so she called out her grandfather's name and carried the Yan family out. Naturally, she couldn't offend her, but who knew her identity was true?

In case it's fake, wouldn't the boxing gym make people laugh out loud and be bluffed by a little woman in the future?

The plan for now is that both sides have a problem, and both sides take a step back.

The steward looked at Fan Yongzhi: "Sir, the camera must be left. The day before yesterday, a reporter came in to take pictures, and the new rules were established. Those who don't know are innocent.

In this case, I give Mr. two choices: first, keep the camera and leave after watching the game, everyone is happy; second, come to the stage to play a game, if you win, you can not only take the prize money, but also return the camera. "

As they speak, spectators can hear and see.

Fan Yongzhi looked at a weak scholar, his skin was so pale that he didn't look like a Nanyang man, and the steward speculated that he was the pampered young master in the family. A bit of a young master's temper, but given him a step down, he should retreat despite difficulties.

"Forget it, Mr. Fan." Yan Qi pulled Fan Yongzhi's sleeve, and then shouted to the steward, "What does the camera do for you? Can't I just give you the film?"

"What the lady said is not bad, just take the film." The steward said.

Fan Yongzhi gently supported her shoulder: "It's okay, I moved my muscles, I haven't moved for a long time."

After he finished speaking, he took off his shirt and leather shoes, and carefully handed the camera and shirt to Xie Shangkuan: "There is still film in the pocket, don't lose it."

Xie Shangkuan knew that Fan Yongzhi was powerful.

When his grandfather went to England, he took more than 300 slaves with him, including specialized martial artists. Those martial artists were all soldiers and experienced hundreds of battles.

Fan Yongzhi's father did not like to learn, but Fan Yongzhi practiced martial arts with his family's old servants since he was a child. Later, he also opened a boxing gym to teach some foreign students or martial arts enthusiasts.

He's not short of money, he just has this hobby.

Yan Qi also knew that he knew kung fu, but was very worried that he would lose to the martial artists who made a living out of these arena competitions.

"...What are the rules?" Fan Yongzhi asked the steward.

The steward didn't expect that he really dared, with a smile in his eyes: "I signed a life and death certificate and entered the ring. Life and death have nothing to do with us."

"Nonsense, you obviously don't play a life-or-death game!" Yan Qi was furious.

The manager's expression is negative: "This time is an exception."

Yan Qi: "..."

She turned around to leave and went back to pick up soldiers, but was surrounded by people from the gym and was not allowed to leave for the time being.

"You know who my grandfather is, and who is my father!" Yan Qi's voice became even more severe, "You wait, my father asked someone to take over your nest!"

Fan Yongzhi came over and patted Yan Qi's shoulder lightly: "It's okay, just wait."

Over there, the status of life and death has been brought up.

Every move by the manager is forcing Fan Yongzhi to retire and save face for both parties.

But Fan Yongzhi was like a tendon and insisted on taking the film away.

He wrote his name and turned away from the stands.

Xie Shangkuan was also very nervous, but kept comforting Yan Qi: "Don't worry, Yongzhi's boxing skills are very good, he's not framing his legs. It's okay, he wants to play a game, let him try."

Fan Yong stepped onto the ring, and the steward winked at the person next to him.

A moment later, Fan Yongzhi's opponent also entered the ring.

As soon as the man came out, the entire basement suddenly fell silent, followed by a thunderous applause.

Yan Qi glanced at the man: he was a Malay, of black blood, 1.9 meters tall, he looked taller than Mr. Fan, and he was very sturdy, dark and muscular.

"Why are you applauding?" Yan Qi hurriedly asked the person next to him.

The man next to him had a good impression of the pretty girl, and knew that she was the female companion of the little white face, and said with sympathy: "That is the boxing champion here. The boxing champion's subordinates have never survived. Today, it is rare to see life and death fights, betting money. Tenfold."

Yan Qi's face was pale.

Xie Shangkuan also felt that being in charge was despicable, but Fan Yongzhi had already taken the stage, a gong and drum sounded, and the game officially started.

Yan Qi dare not look at it.

She couldn't bear it any longer, lying behind Xie Shangkuan, hiding herself and her sight.

Xie Shangkuan kept comforting, not knowing whether to comfort Yan Qi or himself: "It's okay, it's okay."

Fan Yongzhi in the ring fought with the boxing champion. They are fast and ruthless in this kind of competition. Once they drag on, their physical strength will be exhausted, and they are likely to be beaten to death by the opponent.

Therefore, the first few moves are very dangerous.

Fan Yongzhi looked weak and everyone was betting that he would be beaten to death.

However, after a few moves, he vaguely gained the upper hand. His offensive was urgent and fast, leaving no room for every move, and was extremely ruthless.

Yan Qi's heart turned sharply: "I have to leave quickly and go back to find Daddy for help!"

She can't help Master Fan by staying here.

However, the thugs surrounded her and Xie Shangkuan, not allowing them to leave.

Yan Qi's mind was a mess.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out from the crowd.

Afraid that Master Fan was injured, Yan Qi hurriedly stretched out his head to take a look, only to see that Master Fan punched the boxer's chest, knocking him back two steps, temporarily gaining the upper hand.

The steward doesn't look very good.

This steward is very experienced. After reading these few tricks, his heart suddenly trembled: The little white face who went up might kill his boxing champion.

The boxing champion has accumulated countless wealth for him. He is his treasure. He has also cultivated him for ten years before. This underground boxing gym is supported by boxing champions.

Who would have thought that such a little white-faced person with such a powerful kung fu, and quick response to the battle, would not lose to a seasoned veteran at all?

"Master Fan!" Yan Qi exclaimed in surprise.

Fan Yongzhi was sweating all over his body and his breath was hot. He was very tired, but he was in no hurry. He himself knew that when he was not exhausted, there would still be an explosion.

He took advantage of this explosion and suddenly attacked.

Everyone saw that his boxing was as fast as a gust of wind. After a few moves, the usually majestic boxing champion seemed like a fledgling novice, and didn't know how to fight at all.

Fan Yongzhi's last palm was a feint, but the boxer who lost his eyes quickly didn't react.

"Not good!" The steward's face changed suddenly.

Sure enough, Fan Yongzhi made a successful move and hit the boxing champion with one move.

The boxer fell down with blood on his face and almost all his teeth fell out.

Thinking that his subordinates had countless dead, and now he was defeated, but he was only slightly injured, and it was also a bit of luck.

No real ruthless people.

The spectators at the scene erupted in applause, the sound was about to overturn the roof.

Fan Yong got off the ring.

His body was on fire and his bones hurt. He breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that the gym would not be able to lose and would not let him go, so he did not show his exhaustion.

"Can I go?" he asked the steward.

The steward was shocked by his kung fu and stamina. At this time, he could still breathe freely, and he might be able to beat a group of thugs. He immediately gave way.

Fan Yongzhi first pulled Yan Qi and let her walk in the front, and then let Xie Shangkuan walk behind him.

The three of them left the underground boxing gym, and only two steps out, Fan Yongzhi's legs were shaking.

This fierce battle consumed all his strength.

Gritting his teeth desperately, he climbed into the car with one last effort, and then collapsed on the seat, unable to lift his eyelids.

Xie Shangkuan and Yan Qi also hurried into the car, and the driver walked away.

Fan Yongzhi could only speak the first sentence after ten minutes.

He said: "Going too fast..."

Yan Qi: "Still in a hurry? If you don't go, you won't be able to go."

Fan Yongzhi: "I didn't get the bonus."

Yan Qi: "......"

Xie Shangkuan: "......"

The two of them were worried to the death, but in the eyes of Master Fan, it was just a gamble. He was dying of exhaustion, thinking about the bonuses.

People die for wealth, birds die for food, both wealth and food, Mr. Fan is willing to work hard. For the first time, Yan Qi looked at Master Fan with admiration, and found that this guy is usually so cold and cold, it is probably not arrogant, but slow to respond.