The face of the Japanese swordsman who was still pretending to be forced 。。。。。。

How to say it! Although there was no noticeable change, almost everyone could sense that the mood was definitely not as calm as he appeared.

The arrogant middle finger raised by the Chinese fat man is full of insults to people, even if most of the people present don't understand the meaning.

"Mr. Liu, it's not in accordance with the rules for you to do this。。。。。。 And Nicholas Caesar may not give you the place that belongs to him, that is a very proud Russian. San Chengshan is very sophisticated, and he still wants to persuade Liu Lang, who is obviously a little "impulsive".

He knew very well in his heart that a person who could make a bank president of an American bank treat him so seriously, especially a Chinese, if something happened in the field he managed, the consequences would definitely not be something that a small manager could bear.

"Hehe, Lao San, I won't let Hongyun Boxing Gym suffer, if you are still not at ease, then why not change the way, your gym will continue to sit in the village, and I will fight against the Japanese, however, I have to pressure myself to win the five million American knives, and the odds are determined by your gym." As for the Russians, I'll figure it out myself. That's it. Liu Lang patted Sanchengshan's shoulder, dropped a word, and walked straight to the ring.

San Chengshan couldn't help but be stunned, and peeked at a middle-aged man in a robe sitting on the other side who had never said a word from beginning to end.

The middle-aged man with squinted eyes nodded slightly, obviously agreeing with Liu Lang's latter statement.

No matter how strong Liu Lang is, as one of the top Chinese gangs on the American continent, he will never let Liu Lang take the lead, even if he can throw out a cash check for five million, even if he shocks the deputy hall master sitting here.

But today's village, Hongyun Boxing Gym must sit.

With the head of the highest person in charge of the hall here, San Chengshan also put down his worries and hurriedly called someone to arrange the formulation of odds and the next gambling game.

As for whether the unexpected Chinese fat man wants to find death by himself, he can't care about it for the time being.

After all, it's just a lot of money, and I can't be scared of Xiesheng Hall, the first lobby under the Hongmen in Chinatown.

Kameda Ichiro sat down triumphantly, just waiting for the first master of the Black Dragon Society on the stage to chop the hateful Chinese fat man into eight petals.

On Liu Lang's side, except for the enthusiastic and happy Zhou Dapeng, who was anxious but helpless, and the American cousin who looked at Liu Lang's back, Chen Yunfa and Fan Dashao sat in their seats with a determined face and waited for Liu Tuanzuo to exert his might.

Fan Dashao, who has experienced the pirate robbery of ships, absolutely worships Liu Tuanzuo's force value from the bottom of his bones, since he saw Liu Tuanzuo rushing out of the cabin carrying nearly 300 catties of still burning oil drums. That's not even a human being, is it a god?

It can be said that whether it is a Russian soldier who has already shown his terrifying force value or a Japanese swordsman who pretends to be extremely forced as soon as he comes to power, in Fan Dashao's mind, he cannot match Liu Tuanzuo. At least, they were absolutely not capable of slaughtering a hundred armed pirates with submachine guns, but Liu Tuanzuo did it in three days and two nights.

Moreover, there is not a single living mouth left.

As for Chen Yunfa, that's not to mention. Liu Tuanzuo is the strongest fighter he has ever seen, and if even he can't get rid of that little devil, then no one in the whole of China can do it.

Gamblers are a little dumbfounded, a fat Chinese man who is obviously very rich, actually took the initiative to fight people in the ring that could die at any time, which is really unscientific. Is there a pit in the head or is there water in the brain?

Anyway, from the standpoint of these Westerners, they can't understand Liu Lang's choice. Only in a few years, when the all-out war begins, may they understand that life may not be so precious in order to find the soil for their people to survive. And hatred can only be washed away with blood.

The people in the stands had different thoughts, but Liu Lang walked into the ring in a few big strides, opened the iron door and walked in.

Looking at the Russian soldier who looked at him suspiciously, Liu Lang smiled slightly and said, "Dude, your mission is over, you can leave now, that Japanese is mine." ”

"You, poor, no." Nicholas Caesar was stunned for a moment, then shook his head very seriously, and said a few Chinese words in a very strange tone.

Obviously, the Russian soldier who had worked under the Chinese gang boss for fifteen years could still understand part of the Chinese, but his expression skills were slightly lacking, and he could only express his meaning in simple words. However, Liu Lang didn't hear any contempt, because, with his expression, Liu Lang felt that he was telling the truth.

Liu Lang didn't have any ill feelings towards Nicholas Caesar, who was also a warrior, and at this time, he looked at the Russian soldier who was very real, and he smiled lightly at the moment: "Hehe, man, how can you say no?" You're good, you're a good soldier, let's shake hands first. ”

Facing Liu Lang's outstretched hand, the expression on Nicholas Caesar's face was obviously surprised.

Nicholas Caesar has lived in Chinatown for fifteen years, and exists more as a fighting machine, although few Chinese dare to scold him loudly, but Nicholas Caesar knows very well that in the eyes of those Chinese, he is just a tool, a tool to kill. They never saw him as a warrior or a partner, but more fearful.

No Chinese had ever looked at him with an equal look, or even offered to shake hands, even though he was somewhat unfamiliar with this etiquette.

There was some hesitation, but Nicholas Caesar still opened his big fan-like hand and held Liu Lang's "little hand", which was a little slender and white compared to his huge palm, in the palm of his hand.

"Big man, pay attention!" Liu Lang smiled and gradually clenched his palms.

A huge grip suddenly penetrated into the palm of his hand, and Nicholas Caesar, who felt the threat, instinctively reacted with the same sudden force. When he reacted that this was not an enemy, he frowned and looked at Liu Lang, but found that Liu Lang, who should have been held by himself in pain, was still looking at him with a smile on his face, and at the same time, the strength in his palm was like a wave in the sea, wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave.

Give him the illusion that if he doesn't exert all his strength, his hand will be pinched off. Because, Nicholas Caesar already felt a great pain, which was the most honest reaction of the body.

This unsurprising-looking Chinese fat man turned out to be a master? A look of horror flashed across the faces of the Russian soldiers. At that moment, he no longer held back his strength, and burst out at least eighty percent of his strength, clenching violently.

However, unexpectedly, the power in the hands of the Chinese fat man is getting stronger and stronger, so strong that Nicholas Caesar is gradually using up his strength to eat, and the "little hand" in his palm is still continuing to exert force.

Nicholas Caesar almost didn't stare his eyes into the bronze bell eyes of Chinese legend. No matter what kind of fighting skills he has, the strength of this Chinese fat man is far beyond him. This miraculous discovery simply made Nicholas Caesar even more blind than discovering that the Chinese fat man was a master of superb martial arts.

In the past fifteen years in the Chinese gang, he has not seen Chinese masters, but without exception, they all rely on superb technical skills to win. The body shape of the yellow race and their characteristic muscle fibers doomed them to be inferior in strength to the taller and stronger European Caucasians.

Even in Russia, Nicholas Caesar has not seen many stronger than himself. Especially in the past fifteen years, he has never stopped working hard, and his age has changed from 18 years old to 33 years old now, he is in the prime of life, a warrior is at the peak of his physical strength and skills, he is completely confident enough, and there are few people on this planet who can crush him with strength alone.

But now, he has completely defeated a Chinese fat man who is not amazing in terms of strength. The unwilling Nicholas Caesar struggled to stand up for another seven or eight seconds, and the waves of huge force from the palm of his hand made Nicholas Caesar have to admit that he is really inferior to the Chinese fat man in terms of strength.

Chinese kung fu, is it really so magical?

Nicholas Caesar at this moment, even some began to doubt life. Could it be that in the past ten years, he has met all fake Chinese?