Chapter 6 Wolverine King vs Blood Hand (Part 1)

Time: 8 o'clock in the evening.

The underground boxing gym of the Black Dragon Club is crowded with people, like the elements that should be found in a large event outside. Except for the gongs and drums and firecrackers, you can see everything else here.

The host was very happy and knew that these audiences were doing what they were doing, so he didn't dare to talk too much because people who liked this sport had bad tempers and he didn't want to arouse public anger.

As soon as he got on the court, he opened his sissy voice straightforwardly and said softly: "Ladies and gentlemen, the highest-level battle in Hong Kong's black market boxing world in history is about to begin. Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready, are you ready..."

"Bang..." At this moment, a high-waisted military boot of fifty-eight size flew towards the host, and he heard a "bang" sound and flew backwards out of the arena.

Then a figure like an iron tower appeared on the ring. He looked at the host who had fainted from the stage with contempt, and said word by word in Chinese: "I, prepare, okay... I, I hate the most, sissy..."

"Roar... The Wolverine King will win!"

"Ao...the spirit of the Wolverine King, the mighty Wolverine King!"

"Cart Carter, I love you..."

The people who bought the Wolverine King off the field to win were all excited, and more than half of them stood up and cheered.

At this time, at the entrance of the boxing gym, Feng Er was wearing a red robe and a golden boxing king belt around his waist. He was carried into the venue by two big men from the Black Dragon Club from the entrance.

Long Zhenhai also followed Feng Er one after another with a group of highly respected big-name figures in Hong Kong. As a boss, it is rare to be able to accompany the boxers in his library to the court. Song Xiaotian and Xiaohua were also present with them.

Long Zhenhai talked and laughed with several big-name figures all the way, and seemed very relaxed and proud, but then something unexpected happened.

As soon as he entered the field, Feng Er saw the Wolverine King Carter, who seemed to be an iron tower standing on the ring.

"Gulu..." Feng Er swallowed hard and murmured: Isn't he sumo wrestling? Why is *** really the same as King Kong?

When Feng Er said this, his legs were trembling. The two big men carrying him below were shaking like this by his feet, which made them shaking left and right, unable to even walk steadily.

"Hehe, brother, have you been moving your body just now? Why are you still having cramps now?" Song Xiaotian, who was standing beside him, smiled playfully, and he finally found a chance to attack Feng Er.

"No, it's not cramps, it's swaying!" Feng Er said, and his whole body really began to tremble.

"Feng Er, are you okay?" Long Zhenhai was shocked when he saw this scene: "Didn't we just agreed that you..."

Long Zhenhai has already received a bet of one billion US dollars. If Feng Er is frightened at this time, he will become a sucker.

"Long, Master Long!" Feng Er said tremblingly: "Didn't you say that the Wolverine King is full of fat? Why is he becoming muscle now?"

"Ah?" Long Zhenhai didn't pay attention to Carter on the ring just now. When he saw him, he was shocked. Then he said something that almost made Feng Er vomit blood on the spot: "How did he lose weight?"

"Cough cough cough..." Feng Er coughed, and his voice was already crying: "Master Long, are you stuffing me into the urn!"

"Feng Er... I don't know that he has lost weight. I also met him two years ago. No one has dared to challenge him in the past two years. He has never shown up. No one knows that he has lost weight!" Long Zhenhai was also depressed and thought: This time he is probably going to lose everything.

"I... if he doesn't lick blood, I will definitely die!" Feng Er completely lost confidence.

"What does it mean?" Song Xiaotian heard Feng Er say that, and then he realized that Feng Er didn't seem to be pretending.

"My ultimate skill is not something I can use as long as I want. I have to see him eat or lick blood in front of me so that I can perform it..." Feng Er said to Song Xiaotian with a bitter face.

"Ah...how could this happen?" Song Xiaotian was full of questions, but it was not the time to think about this at this time. But seeing him concentrating on thinking for a while, then he showed a cunning smirk and covered Feng Er's ears and whispered: "Go on, I'll help you secretly..."

After Song Xiaotian said in a while, Feng Er looked at Song Xiaotian with a look of astonishment: "Really?"

"Really!" Song Xiaotian nodded confidently.

"Okay, then I will believe you once!" Feng Er nodded, finally made up his mind, walked slowly towards the ring, turning step by step, making it look like a life-and-death separation between a couple.

When he was about to reach the ring, he saw him reaching Song Xiaotian with a bitter face not far behind him, "Brother, you really didn't fool me, are you? This is a life-long job!"

"I really didn't fool you, don't worry..." Song Xiaotian waved his hand.

"The bloody hand is inserted into him, the bloody hand is inserted into him..."

"The bloody hand will win, the bloody hand will win..."

Feng Er just walked under the arena, and everyone around who bought Feng Erying shouted together.

"The Wolverine King will win..."

"Wolverine King, kill him..."

"Wolverine King, fuck him..."

...

The gamblers on both sides howled hysterically, and their voices were rising higher and higher. Some of them sat close to each other almost started fighting. Fortunately, Long Zhenhai was prepared and many strong men were arranged to defend each area, otherwise the game would be in chaos before the game started.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the legendary undefeated war god of Hong Kong "Wolverine King" fights against the mysterious boxer "Blood Hand". The war begins soon. Are you ready, are you ready..."

The host's voice that became more feminine sounded again, but this time he hid in a audience smugly, which made Carter look at him for a long time but couldn't find him.

The host continued to use his natural sound of beating: "Wolverine King Carter, 2.18 meters tall, 140 kilograms of weight, 160 kilograms of bench press, 560 kilograms of squats, and 156 kilograms of record in the black market boxing world: 156 battles and 156 wins, killing opponents in 156 games. He is the unbeaten myth of our Hong Kong black market boxing world, oh yeah..."

When the host said the last sentence "Oh yeah", he did not notice that several viewers staring at him were already angry, but seeing that he was promoting Carter, he did not touch him.

Feng Eryi, who was standing under the ring, heard the host report Carter's information, and his legs swayed like sieve crumbs...

Immediately afterwards, the host began to broadcast the report: "Blood Hand - Koizumi, 1.78 meters tall and weighs 75 kilograms, record: 1 battle and 1 victory, 1 killing opponent, I don't know how much bench press is, I don't know what it is..."

"Why the hell am I a little fountain?" Feng Er, who was already extremely depressed, was furious and began to look for the host.

The men around the host could no longer bear it. They could not stand a man or a woman who was neither male nor female, but when they saw a few bodyguards from the Black Dragon Club standing around, they held back again, thinking that he had finished reporting anyway, and he should have left immediately.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the host said something that made him regret for life: "With the bloody hand in him, oh yeah...ah..."

The host's "Oh Yeah" just ended and he let out a tragic scream, because the few guards who had previously stood beside him had left, and the other audience members finally broke out in the small universe...
Chapter completed!