Chapter seventy-eight, the fist

Yang Feng after signing up, directly striding to the stage, and sitting on the platform of people are surprised to see Yang Feng's figure, immediately began to exchange ears.

Want to know the person that comes underground boxing ring, it is familiar guest commonly, about Yang Feng that day the story that defeated King of golden ox in one fell swoop, it is spread widely among them.

Many people see Yang Feng on stage, have the tickets in hand pressed on his body.

Yang Feng stood on the stage, only to come up from the left side of a foreign muscle man, only to see the man's overbearing Yang wind thumbs up, and then a flip of the hand, by the hard down press.

"is a man to start directly, long-winded what. " Yang Feng did not good gas finish, see muscle man quickly punch, to Yang Feng's face hit.

If the usual Yang Feng, may also have the interest to accompany the muscle man to have two moves, but at this moment full of anger Yang Feng, is directly stretching hand to catch the man's fist, then Meng's men will pull forward, and extend foot directly to kick in the man's abdomen, by the time the crowd had time to react, the man was already screaming and being kicked off the stage.

The crowd quieted momentarily on the platform, then emitted a high-pitched sound, and the applause completely covered the underground ring.

"FIERCE FIERCE! Tonight I want to make big money, BET this boy! " The audience on the stage have to whisper to discuss.

"Next. " Yang Feng brings up a smile of disdain, quite lazy stand in place, began to wait for the next opponent.

After a long time, a man came up from the left side again. Yang Feng smiled, and without waiting for the man to take the lead, he lunged directly at his opponent like a Cheetah. He stretched out his hand and twisted the man's arm. After a strong flick, he saw the man being thrown off the stage again, let out a wail.

"Yang Feng, Yang Feng! "

The crowd of facial expression is shocked, without a doubt in unison shout out Yang Feng's name, more even, the brain is a heat, simply order the person under the hand, as long as Yang Feng comes on stage, buy Yang Feng win, take out all the household goods to press on Yang Feng's body.

"Next. " Yang Feng facial expressionless repeated again after, stand in one's place again, as if can not hear crowd's jubilant general.

After a long time, the audience on the stage has shouted hoarse voice, look at Yang Feng's eyes as look at the god of wealth, to know a full 17 games, each Yang Feng is a move to win, never lost a game.

"Fist! "

I do not know who was the first to shout a moment to explode the atmosphere of the whole field, all the audience once again unanimously called up.

While standing on the stage Yang Feng still facial expression, as if can not hear the whole audience in for him and cheer.

"Next. " Yang breeze facial expression finish saying, again full of interest saw the direction of a man in a suit.

At this time standing under the stage suit man, a layer of cold sweat on the forehead, saw a short man rushed toward him.

"Director, no good, we have lost thirty million, and no one is willing to go on stage and that call Yang Feng fight. " The man wanted to cry without tears.

"thirty million. " The suit men Meng's look toward the stage, just on Yang Feng's vision, not from of body a Zhan, nearly fall to the ground.

"director, Yang Feng can't play any more. "

Hearing the man's words, the man in the suit gritted his teeth, took out the phone from his pocket, hurriedly dialed out, only to see the man in the suit with a face deferential should a few times, then hung up the phone.

"You go get Yang Feng and tell him Mr. Wily is back and you want to see him, " said the man in the suit with a limp wave of his hand.

See a man in Yang Feng's ear whispered a sentence, Yang Feng then smiled Yin of walk down the high platform, came to the man in suit.

"looks like Wily boss finally came back? " Yang Feng smiled non-smilingly glanced at the man in the suit.

"Of course, when Mr. Wily heard that Mr. Yang was waiting for him in the ring, he rushed back immediately from outside. Mr. Yang, please come this way. " After the man in the suit wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, he motioned to Yang Feng to follow him.

Following the suit into the familiar office, Wily was sulking on the Sofa with a steaming cup of coffee on the table.

"What do you mean today? " Willie Meng clapped his hands on the table and stood up, staring at Yang Feng.

"What do I mean? Relative will boss know in his heart, why in this Chuchuchuchuchuchuijia. " Yang Feng chuckled and sat down on the SOFA.

"Yang Feng, what are you doing today? " Wily demanded angrily. He had just arrived and was in no mood for a loss of thirty million per cent.

"What do I want to do, I also want to ask Wily boss want to do, kidnapped Xia yubing and Anziqi do not intend to explain to me? " Yang Feng tone calm, but in the eyes flashed a kill.

"I kidnapped those two women for no reason, but you, today openly in my territory, don't really think we scorpions are vegetarian. "

As Wily's voice fell, see Yang Feng disdainful smile, directly Meng's stand up, hidden in the sleeves of the dagger, instantly out of hand, flew to Wily's heart.

Wily sidled quickly, the dagger brushing Wily's clothes and sticking directly into the wall, while the man in the suit, looking flustered at the door, stepped quickly in front of Wily.

"Yang Feng, what on earth do you mean? " Wily burst out in a rage, and cast a frightened glance at the dagger on the wall.

"I don't mean anything! Since Wily won't tell me the truth, I'll have to resort to special measures. "

Yang Feng smiled, stretched his hand to draw a neck motion, only to see Wily face a heavy, hurriedly back a step, and block in front of Wily suit man, but is a face of gloom out of the waist pistol, directly pulled out the safety.

"Mr. Young, if you leave now... "

The man in the suit's mouth threatened words did not finish, see Yang Feng with very fast speed, rushed past, grabbed the man's right hand, a strong fold, heard the man issued a Howl, and the gun in the hand is directly on the ground.

Yang Feng backhand after the man's head, he heard a "Bang" sound, men in suits directly halo on the ground.

"TSK! Finally quiet. " Yang Feng sighed, another kick will be on the ground pistol, kicked into the air, in Yang Feng is going to reach to catch the pistol, standing not far from Wily but moved, in a kick to Yang Feng under the plate at the same time, want to reach first to catch the pistol.

Yang Feng saw a hard jump, again will pistol up a top, and then kick in Wily's chest at the same time, the right hand caught the pistol fell from the air.

"Boss Wily, how are you feeling? "

Yang Feng smiled, put the pistol directly on Wily's head, saw Wily don't look the other way, eyes flashed a trace of humiliation.

"Wily boss, today I put the word here, as long as you put Xia Yubing and Anziqi two people, then I will let you off today, or you will be waiting for them two people buried. " Yang Feng again forced the top of Wily's head.