Chapter 564

Xiaojiang saw Huang Xiaoshu and Bai Jiu fight each other, but because of the low number of segments, this guy didn't see the way. Sha Lang is different. This guy has a higher number of segments than Huang Xiaoshu, and has played with Huang Xiaoshu. Naturally, he knows that this is Huang Xiaoshu's killing move. This kind of killing move can only be used by killer organizations, and it is a skill acquired by the same killer organization after long-term training rather than imitation.

He saw that Huang Ziping's eyes were on him, and even said, "don't look at me, I don't know what's going on?"

Seeing their strange talk, Xiaojiang wondered, "what's the matter? What's the problem? "

Huang Ziping shook his head and continued to look. At the same time, he thought, does this have anything to do with Huang Xiaoshu? Is this white man a killer organized by Huang Xiaoshu in the past? But look at his hand, in addition to the just killing move, it's not very like.

Huang Ziping thought that the white people had the upper hand. He picked up the black people and grabbed them by the neck. The black man wanted to choke him back, probably because he was dizzy, and his strength and speed were not good. His hand was blocked and he fell away, and then he got a punch in the stomach, and he lost his strength completely.

At that time, all the gamblers at the fighting scene stopped cheering and looked at the situation inside the cage as if they were discussing. Their hearts are obviously very complex. They want to bet that white people win. White people want to take advantage of the second round's pause to completely kill their opponents, wring his neck to declare victory, so that they can win. On the contrary, black people want to get rid of the control of white people and fight back, even turn defeat into victory.

Each has his own ideas, and there is nothing wrong with standing in his own perspective.

The white people seem to care about nothing but the black people. When he looked around and saw that the black people were rebellious, he added a punch. And then wait, wait until the timer has ten seconds to go before he starts to look ferocious, open his mouth, yell, and lift the black man up and smash him. The black man flew up four meters, banged into the top of the cage and fell down at a very fast speed. At this time, the white man on the ground had already posed, with his whole hind foot up, knee up, and aimed at the black tail keel.

Even if you just look at the monitoring screen, you can't hear any sound. Huang Ziping can only guess what the audience feels like from their expressions. But at this moment, Huang Ziping really felt that he heard a click, that the black man's tail keel was broken, and he would not move when he fell to the ground. Unfortunately, the white man gave him a kick and kicked him in the ribs. He went straight to the corner and went to hell.

At this time, the fighting field was boiling, and the gamblers who had made white bets all shook their arms and opened their mouths. And those who failed to bet are shaking their heads and sighing, a very lonely look, the two formed a sharp contrast.

There was also a white man roaring. He raised his arms to show his victory.

Huang Ziping swallowed the channel: "Damn it, it's over in a few minutes, it's dead."

Sha Lang said: "how long does Mr. Huang think it will be fun to see? It's killing people, not fighting. If Huang Xiaoshu goes to fight, the right one is the black man. According to my estimation, he can kill the black man in 40 seconds at most. "

"I believe that they are better than Bai Jiu. It takes them five or six to win against Huang Xiaoshu." Huang Ziping said, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind and asked, "Mr. Sha, if it's your next fight, how long will it take you?"

"Fight down for 20 seconds, I don't know."

"You can't kill?"

"I didn't kill him."

"If someone else kills you, do you?"

"Try not to kill."

"Well, keep that in mind."

Sha Lang gave Huang Ziping a natural expression, no more words.

After waiting for a while, Sean has come out. Besides himself, there is another man who also wears a suit. This man is very young. They went to the car together, then Sean opened the door and made a respectful gesture to Huang Ziping to ask him to get out of the car. Huang Ziping and Sha Lang immediately got off the bus and stood waiting for a few seconds. After Xiaojiang got off the bus, the three of them followed Sean to the bar street.

After entering the bar, Huang Ziping thought he could hear strong metal music. Surprisingly, I just heard ordinary light music. People see a lot of them. They are almost full. They seem to be bustling. Maybe they are too open. They don't sit very much. They all stand, listen to music, drink wine, and swing their bodies under the psychedelic light.

Bars in China are more reserved. Many people who go to bars are more rigid and different from them. Of course, it's just the situation on the ground. When we go to the underground fighting field, we can see another situation. These people are like madmen one by one, shouting and whistling almost over the music, and their excitement is many times higher than that above. Maybe it was also because the emcee was introducing the situation of the two sides in the next match. The emcee was talking like a machine gun, with English, Norwegian and sometimes Latin.

This person will adjust the atmosphere, three or two words of provocation, the whole fighting scene boiling degree to 100%.

It's too messy. Huang Ziping doesn't feel comfortable in it. The air is also very bad. The smell of smoke, wine, blood, and some moldy smells are mixed together, which makes people not want to breathe.Following Sean to the guardrail of the private room on the right side of the second floor, Huang Ziping looked at the private room on the right side. They were drinking and smoking cigars. The whole glass room was surrounded by smoke. Of course, the private room on the left is also those Indians. They are relatively quiet. A man and a woman are very close to each other and talking. Others are standing on the edge of the glass and looking at the situation below.

In the middle compartment, the curtains on both sides were put down, and only the side facing the iron cage of the fighting scene was opened.

From the angle of Huang Ziping's standing, he can see clearly the situation inside. There are eight people in total. Among them, Miyamoto is the best to identify. After all, Huang Ziping has read his materials. This guy was standing by the glass, with one hand on the glass and the other hand on the glass, talking to the black man on the right. The black man was about fifty years old, with gray hair. When he grinned, he didn't have all white teeth and gold teeth. He looked very ugly, but his eyes were sharp, he had a lot of evil spirit, and he still had the evil spirit of killing people.

There was another tubby man, in his thirties, sitting on a comfortable sofa, talking on the phone.

The other five people are basically negligible. They are not people, just bodyguards or assistants.

But there were also two people standing at the door outside the private room. They were white.

Huang Ziping is looking at, suddenly hear Huang Xiaoshu's voice: "boss, do you see Miyamoto and warlords?"

The scene was very noisy, but Huang Ziping could still hear it clearly. He answered in a loud voice: "yes, there is a white man in his thirties. Do you know his identity?"

"It should be someone from the biological company. We don't arrest him, we don't care about him."

"There are ten of them. Have you estimated their combat effectiveness?"

"No, they won't have a chance to fight except for the two goalkeepers."

"What do you say?"

"I'm in the lounge, next to the infirmary, where I found the anesthetic, five minutes ago."

"And then?" Huang Ziping was so anxious that he said, "you can finish it all at once."

"I've put the anesthetic into the air conditioner outlet leading to the private room. Unless they leave the private room immediately, they will be in our hands when they wake up."

"Ha ha, good idea." Huang Ziping is very happy, "they can't leave, especially after seeing you and me."

"Nonsense." Huang Xiaoshu smirked two times, "at the beginning of the game, all our people will come in, each in place, the end of the game is the signal of action."

"Good."

"The man sent by Mr. Phil has arrived. I sent the map. They will guard our exit, and send another team to create chaos around the bar, especially the traffic chaos, so that Miyamoto's people can't catch up. "

At the end of the call, Huang Ziping took out a cigarette to light it and looked at Miyamoto's private room. Just as Miyamoto looked at him, the two people's eyes were in contact with each other, and a spark seemed to strike in mid air. Huang Ziping was secretly happy. Damn it, it must be true Miyamoto, otherwise it would not be this kind of feeling, and his eyes would not be so fierce.

Huang Ziping smiles and waves to Miyamoto. Miyamoto didn't respond. He went back and sat on the sofa and said something to the white man who had already called. The white man glanced at Huang Ziping. Huang Ziping noticed it, but he didn't communicate with the white people. At that time, the fighting scene was boiling, because the sumo wrestler had appeared and walked out of the door on the left side of the underground. His body was very scary. He looked more than 400 Jin, and the door was almost not big enough.

It's rare to see such a huge body. It's full of meat. Will it hurt? I do not know! But these gamblers not only like to win money, but also like excitement. They all cheered loudly, one after another.

Huang Ziping didn't use his ears to feel the atmosphere of the scene. Now people are on the scene. It's crazy. These guys are crazy.

Cheers have been accompanied by the sumo wrestler into the cage, he stood on the side of the four directions. Then he has been stroking his pigtail, swinging his basketball like big head from time to time, patiently waiting for his opponent to come out. His opponent is naturally Huang Xiaoshu. The emcee deliberately repeated it twice when introducing him. He is a Taiji master from the East, the beautiful Miss Huang.

Sumo wrestler is a man who weighs more than 400 Jin. It's shocking to find a woman to fight him. When they saw Huang Xiaoshu coming out and shocked to the top, they couldn't help exclaiming, "God, how can you be a slim girl?"? They all thought that Huang Xiaoshu might be a sumo wrestler, at least two or three hundred jin. Now the result is that women and men fight, and this woman's body size is only a quarter of a man's, and it looks like she can be killed by a man's slap. This Is this the wrong opponent?