Chapter 2369 Black Market Boxing Match

Zhang Tieqiao was slightly stunned, and frowned involuntarily, staring at Mo Long's face carefully, as if he was trying to judge whether what he said was true or not. It's a pity that Mo Long's complexion is like water in an ancient well, without any waves, and nothing can be seen.

"National Communist Party?" Zhang Tieqiao sneered, and said, "I've never heard of this name, so don't try to get away with it. Even if he is really a Communist, so what? I Kill her, and no one will know, right? I just follow orders, and I will do what our boss tells me to do."

Mo Long was slightly stunned for a moment, and sighed secretly in his heart, this is really a life-or-death thing. Just like in Huaxia, if ordinary gangsters dare to attack the National Security Bureau, they don't even know what will happen if they die. However, Zhang Tieqiao couldn't be blamed for this. For people like them, the state government is definitely a top secret, and it is impossible for them to know that such an organization exists.

In fact, in any country, there will be such an institution. In many countries, things that are inconvenient to handle will be handled by them. It is an invisible organization, not to mention external, even internal, many government officials do not know.

"Then what do you want?" Mo Long asked.

Zhang Tieqiao smiled slightly and said: "I heard that your kung fu is very good, Chinese Kung Fu, right? Did you see that there is a ring below, you go up and fight, as long as you win, I will let you go How about her? Have the guts?"

Mo Long glanced down, smiled disdainfully, and said, "That's what you said." After saying that, Mo Long suddenly jumped out of the window. The whole person was like a god descending from the sky, kicking one of them off the ring with a volley. Then he landed firmly on the ring.

This sudden scene immediately stunned the scene, followed by strong cheers. Mo Long's appearance was so handsome. For those gamblers who placed their bets, what they most wanted to see was an evenly matched battle, in which case there would be a cruel and bloody fight, which would stimulate the animal nature in their bodies.

The host was obviously taken aback, a person popped out of nowhere, and looked up at the second floor blankly. Zhang Tieqiao nodded slightly at him, the host understood and didn't say much.

On the ring, another short man was stunned for a moment, obviously a little confused. However, he already had the upper hand just now, and in a short while, he will be able to win and get a generous bonus. However, now that a person popped up suddenly and made his previous efforts go to waste, he was naturally a little unwilling. After looking Mo Long up and down, the short man roared and rushed towards Mo Long.

People with short stature tend to be more flexible in their movements, and they also take a flexible route, rather than a strong offensive with a hard bridge and a hard horse. However, what this short man is using now is actually a fierce fist, moreover, it is a move of Huaxia Shaolin.

Mo Long was slightly taken aback, apparently a little unexpected. With a slip of his footsteps, Mo Long dodged his attack and said, "Are you from Huaxia?"

The short young man snorted disdainfully, and said, "You are the fucking Chinese, and I am from Bangzi."

Mo Long frowned, and a layer of frost immediately covered his face. The words of the short young man obviously looked down on the Chinese people. This kind of person who was abandoned by their country and even had a problem with his life still harbored such extreme nationalist hatred. Life deserves to be ridiculed. With a cold snort, Mo Long's body suddenly thrust his fists, and with one move, the two dragons went out to sea, hitting the short young man's chest.

The short young man laughed disdainfully, thinking, do you want to defeat yourself with such a simple move? Thinking of Mo Long's aura when he fell just now, the short young man only thought he was capable, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that. The short young man went forward without avoiding it, shouted loudly, and greeted him with a punch.

However, when he made a fist move, he immediately realized something was wrong and regretted it. However, it was already too late. The strength of Molong's fists is extremely strong, how can he match it? Just when the two were about to approach, Mo Long flipped his hands, avoiding the short young man's punch, and hit the short young man's chest heavily with a move of Shuanglong Chuhai. Hearing a "bang", the short young man let out a scream, and flew out like a kite with a broken string. He flew directly out of the ring, fell heavily to the ground, spit out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow", and died instantly.

A powerful, direct, and aggressive move that killed the opponent in an instant.

After a slight pause, there was bursts of applause. Mo Long's performance undoubtedly stimulated the animal nature in their bodies, making them scream crazily. They didn't bother to care which country Mo Long was from, what they cared about was what kind of bloody battle could happen on the spot, the more brutal the better.

Mo Long glanced around and frowned slightly, he didn't like this feeling very much. However, he had no choice but to follow Zhang Tieqiao's request because of Qu Yangxue. Slowly raising his head, Mo Long looked at Zhang Tieqiao standing on the second floor. The latter smiled faintly, waved his hand slightly, and the host at the side immediately understood, and shouted loudly: "This is a martial arts master from China, and he said he wants to defeat everyone in our Bangzi Kingdom. Can it be done? Is there really no one in our Bangzi country? No, we will let this Huaxia pig die here, and let him know that the men in our Bangzi country are the bravest men in the world."

Mo Long frowned, snorted coldly, his eyes shone brightly, and stared fiercely at the host. The host's provocative language obviously wanted to arouse the national sentiment of the people present. Maybe they really don't care who Mo Long is, but now that the host has incited him, some gangsters started to yell, and the rest of the people had to follow suit. After all, no one wants to let others point their noses and call him a traitor, right?

All kinds of rubbish were thrown at Mo Long on the stage, as if this could show their patriotism. Mo Long stood where he was, without moving, allowing those people to throw things at him. It was like a wooden stake, not paying any attention to what happened in front of him.

When Qu Yangxue saw the scene in front of her, there were mixed feelings in her heart, which was very unpleasant. If it wasn't for his own words, how could someone as proud as Mo Long endure such humiliation? Qu Yangxue's eye sockets began to moisten, and a tear fell quietly.

Zhang Tieqiao turned his head to look at Qu Yangxue, smiled slightly, and said, "Didn't you say they won't save you? But, judging from the current situation, he seems to care about you."

Qu Yangxue choked up, glared at Zhang Tieqiao angrily, and said, "If you have the ability, kill me. If you do this, you are not considered a man at all."

Zhang Tieqiao smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you so quickly."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Tieqiao looked down and winked at the host. The host understood, and winked at the contestants beside him who were participating in the ring, and said, "All of you go up and beat him to death!"

After the words fell, those contestants rushed forward, all rushing to the stage. These people don't have any feelings, they are more ruthless than killers, they can give up anything for money. Personality and dignity can all be ignored. They don't care about anything to bully the few, the victory is not military, they just want Mo Long's life.

Mo Long's expression was indifferent, he glanced at them lightly, and smiled disdainfully. He is very calm, no matter how big the danger is, he can maintain a calm attitude, because he knows very well that the more difficult the situation is, the less he can panic,

There were eight people in a group, among them were some Europeans, tall and burly, who obviously belonged to that kind of powerful people. There are also a few legs that are flexible, and a few kicks are cool and powerful. They are probably masters who have practiced Taekwondo. Those people waved their fists and surrounded Molong without attacking, just playing on the spot, as if they were performing.

Mo Long glanced lightly, but didn't move. He was not in a hurry, he needed to calmly see everything in front of him clearly. Although these people were not too powerful, Mo Long had to be careful not to be blindly arrogant when he killed the master with a blind fist.

"Drink!" I don't know who yelled first, and all the people rushed towards Molong immediately. Eight people attacked Mo Long from different directions, making Mo Long overwhelmed. However, Mo Long had already seen the situation clearly, so he didn't panic. Mo Long yelled loudly, and came after him first, he leaped forward suddenly, and punched a boy hard in the face. The force of the punch was fierce, and with a "bang", he directly punched the kid to the ground. With a slip of his body, he slid out from between the two, avoiding their attack. This broke their encirclement and made it easier for Mo Long to move.

Those people were originally a mob, and they hadn't received strict training, so they didn't know how to cooperate at all. Therefore, they can't talk about any cooperation at all, they just rely on their own strength to fight, and they don't care about others at all. It is precisely because of this that to a certain extent, their strength has not been increased, but their strength has been weakened.

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