Chapter 931 We Are Each Other

Chapter 931 We Are Each Other

Baird Governor's Mansion Resort Hotel is located along the river valley, built by mountains and rivers.

The picturesque hotel was once the residence of a Burmese governor, and there are countless guests who come to stay here every year.

In addition, the biggest highlight is that the hotel has the largest fighting boxing club in Myanmar.

Li Qiao got off the car in front of the hotel, and the greeters in national costumes greeted them with smiles.

Wei Ang is not proficient in Burmese, at most he can communicate in a simple way, he stumbled and explained a few words to the greeter, and every sentence was full of language problems.

Li Qiao stepped forward unhurriedly, and quietly said two words: "Boxing gym."

The greeter immediately turned sideways, made an inviting arm, and took a step ahead to lead the way.

Wei Ang scratched his head, "Ma'am, I just laughed."

Li Qiao looked at him sideways, and asked calmly, "You haven't learned Burmese yet?"

"No." Wei Ang did not doubt that he was there, and explained while walking, "There are several common cities, but I really haven't touched Burmese."

Li Qiao slightly raised her eyebrows, "Then who will be the interpreter for Dad?"

Hearing this, Wei Ang said with a sneer: "The Patriarch's Burmese language is very smooth, I don't need a translator, I can't even understand the accent."

Li Qiao understood, with an intriguing curve on her lips, she strolled up the corridor of the River Valley Villa.

...

The indoor boxing gym is located at the end of the leisure area of ​​the hotel.

The large flat-roofed venue covers a vast area, and the surrounding supporting rest facilities are also very complete.

There were not many people in the boxing gym, and there were a few men in training clothes standing at the door, looking around the boxing gym from time to time, discussing something cautiously.

Li Qiao gradually approached and heard what they were discussing.

"Is there any deep hatred between those two people?"

"I don't look like it, maybe it's a sparring."

The man standing on the outermost side took a puff of his cigarette and shook his head pretending to be condescending, "I guess they are rivals in love."

Li Qiao passed by them in silence, her brows were slightly cold.

Just as Wei Ang opened the door of the boxing gym, the person behind him muttered again, "If it is really a rival in love, it would be too terrible. The independent boxing room has been destroyed, what kind of hatred is there?"

Li Qiao's pace didn't seem to be in a hurry, but she still sped up a little.

He Chen's fist strength is close to two thousand, if he really strikes hard, Shang Yu...

In the three assessment sessions, the highest record in the fist strength test was left by He Chen.

As for Shang Yu's fist strength, she didn't have a deep impression, so she might not have asked.

In the lobby of the boxing gym, a few students were absent-mindedly punching sandbags. The coaches and other staff gathered around the door of the private boxing room at the back, some paid and some received money.

Seems to be betting.

Li Qiao walked over with a calm expression, passing the first boxing room, she glanced at it casually, and her eyes froze.

The human-shaped fist target was broken, the hanging sandbag was broken, the landing speed ball was broken in two, and the protective foam and other fighting equipment were scattered on the floor.

It can be described as a mess.

In the boxing room next door, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could still be faintly heard.

They destroyed the first boxing room and are now destroying the second.

At this time, two men dressed as bodyguards came out from the corner of the boxing room. They walked quickly to Li Qiao and Wei Ang, nodded and said, "Young Madam, the guards, Eldest Young Master and Brother Chen are still fighting."

Wei Ang looked at Li Qiao's face, turned his eyes and asked, "Are you injured?"

The bodyguard replied very understandingly: "I haven't seen any blood yet."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, looked quietly at the closed door of the boxing room, "Open the door."

The bodyguard stood still, Wei Ang also swallowed his throat, and suggested in a low voice, "Young Madam, how about...let's wait."

When the young master strikes, whoever gets on will die.

The boxing room was completely destroyed, not to mention their flesh and blood bodies, not only did not resist beatings, but entering rashly was comparable to offering their heads.

Li Qiao said nothing, walked slowly to the door of the boxing room, raised her sharp chin, "Open."

Bodyguard and Wei Ang: "..."

Seeing Li Qiao's indifferent expression, Wei Ang didn't dare to delay. He walked to the door with a look of resignation, raised his leg and kicked it with all his strength, and the door didn't move at all.

Wei Ang kicked the door three times before the door lock broke open. The wooden door hit the wall behind the door due to external force. The moment it bounced back, Li Qiao stepped forward to block it with his toes.

The sounds of fighting can be heard endlessly, and the sound of punches in close hand-to-hand combat never stops.

Among them, there was also He Chen's sneer, "Shang Shaoyan, you have regressed."

The moment Li Qiao raised her eyes, a gray afterimage came over, it was a sandbag that was knocked into the air.

"Young Madam!"

Wei Ang was so frightened that he had other things to worry about, he rushed over to block Li Qiao.

At the same time, a sandbag hit his face, and fine sand flew all over the sky.

Due to inertia, Wei Ang backed up again and again with the sandbag in his arms, hit the wall with his back, and slid along the wall to the floor in a daze.

Whether it hurts or not is secondary, the main reason is that I feel a little dizzy.

Shang Yu and He Chen, who were still fighting, were so involved that they ignored the unexpected situation at the door.

Shang Yu, who was breathing heavily, stopped until he heard Wei Ang's exclamation, and a trace of tension flashed in his eyes, "Pretty!"

This boxing room also failed to escape the fate of being destroyed.

At this time, Li Qiao stood a few steps away from Wei Ang, looking at him calmly, as if saying: It's unnecessary.

When the sandbag flew towards her, she had already dodged sideways.

If it wasn't for Wei Ang, she wouldn't have been splashed with fine sand.

At the same time, Shang Yu walked quickly to Li Qiao, his pupils constricted and his breath was uneven, "Is there something wrong?"

Li Qiao turned her gaze back, looked up and saw the man's handsome face covered with thin sweat.

His short hair was slightly damp, hanging above his brow bone in a messy way, and his eyes were flushed, which seemed to be caused by long-term exercise.

His eyes fell, the man's shirt was full of wrinkles, the sleeves on his chest were opened three times, and there were obvious bruises on his bare chest.

Only, his handsome face was as handsome as before, and there was no eye-catching scar.

Li Qiao came back to her senses and touched the bruise on his chest, "Does it hurt?"

Shang Yu shook the sand off her shoulders slightly with his palm, his voice was a little hoarse and vague, "Why are you here suddenly?"

Li Qiao turned her head to look at He Chen behind, and asked without answering, "Who won?"

As soon as the words were finished, He Chen, who bent over and supported his knees, fell onto the foam cushion with a plop.

Shang Yu's muscles were still in a state of excitement, he leaned sideways at He Chen, raised his lips and said, "You have regressed."

He Chen bent one leg in front of him, put his forearm on his knee, and laughed in a hoarse voice: "We are each other, don't fucking talk about anyone."

Although Shang Yu's standing posture was as steady as a mountain, Li Qiao could still feel his trembling body, probably caused by muscle twitching caused by excessive force.

Li Qiao looked around, met Shang Yu's eyes again, bent her lips and smiled slightly, "Are you tired?"

The man exhaled softly, his black eyes scrutinizing her brows and eyes without blinking.