"Tonyjah, Tonyja!" Countless voices chanted his name, and the demon king who dominated Muay Thai once again proved with his terrifying killing skills that his existence was a nightmare to his enemies in hell. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tang Xiaolong smiled, and the heads of the Thirteen Brotherhoods were dumb.

Bangkok's ownership seems to be a certainty.

Who dares to challenge Muay Thai demon Tonyja? Who is not afraid of death?

"Are you sure to beat him?" Shen Jiayao couldn't help but feel deeply worried about Ye Fan's safety, Muay Thai was too terrifying, and Dong Nijia's every move was practiced for the purpose of killing, not giving the enemy the slightest chance.

He's a killing machine.

"Hehe......" Ye Fan smiled faintly and stood up.

This seemingly ordinary action aroused Bai Hongde's great attention, followed by the leaders of the Thirteen Brotherhoods, and then, even Tang Xiaolong pushed away the girl beside him and stood up.

The shouting of the Sisthians in the audience subsided as hell, and the whole ring became silent, and everyone's eyes turned to focus on this handsome young man.

It seems that he is the king of victory, he is the master.

The cheers died down, and Tonyja was hung on the stage, and a spotlight cast a ghostly light on the young man's figure.

Standing out from the crowd, outstanding, and radiant, it's probably a person like him, right?

No one will not divert their attention.

Tonyja's dark, beastly eyes stared at the man who had suddenly appeared, still sensing endless danger from a great distance.

It was from the intuition of the warrior, the intuition of death.

"This gentleman ......" The referee was about to announce that Tonyja had won, and when he saw Ye Fan get up, he seemed to realize something.

"According to the rules you just said, I'm going to challenge the winner. ”

Wow -

This immediately sparked a tsunami of discussion, that he was going to challenge Tonyja Hell Demon King?

He doesn't want to die?

Look at the way he looks, where he looks like a boxer.

"What capital and chips do you have?" Tang Xiaolong pointed at Ye Fan and shouted: "We are betting on Bangkok, according to the rules, you have to come up with a considerable amount of gambling money!"

He is already a big winner, and a challenger suddenly appeared, and Tang Xiaolong must be the most unhappy one on the scene.

"Bangkok, hehe, a city!" Facing many doubtful eyes, Ye Fan smiled and said: "Since it is a gambling city, I will gamble with you in Hong Kong!"

What?Hong Kong?

Compared with Bangkok, Hong Kong is a bigger and more beautiful piece of fat! An international metropolis alongside New York and London is far from being comparable to a small city in Bangkok. Whoever rules Hong Kong means that a lot of wealth is at his fingertips.

But why should you believe him? Who does he think he thinks he is when he casually uses Hong Kong as a gamble?

"Hehe, Hong Kong, Hong Kong is your home? Is it okay for me to bet with you on Washington? or bet on Moscow and Paris? Hahaha......" Tang Xiaolong laughed loudly, the thumb-thick gold necklace around his neck was as ignorant and low-level as his thoughts.

Ye Fan smiled coldly, his eyes swept over the audience, as light as water.

The boss of the Thirteen Brotherhood guessed and said, "According to."

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