occupy boyfriend

The old town of Dongsan Road, the most famous is the Hey Market, as long as you can afford it, there is nothing you can’t touch, white noodles, organs, guns... It’s like playing, there are mixed connections here, come here There are not only gangsters of the third class, but also all kinds of big figures with scary family backgrounds, so the higher-ups have been turning a blind eye to it, and even the planning and renovation have been quietly avoided here, so that the old town of Dongsan Road has been completely reduced to no one cares. place.

The second most famous on Dongsan Road is the 'Bright Community'.

Guangming Community is a single-family private building, unfinished project, with exposed steel and concrete on the south side, it has been more than ten years in a flash.

But the lower part of Guangming Community has something different.

In 08, a mysterious big boss took down the Guangming community. The top was not demolished, but a hole was dug from the bottom to build a large-scale underground fighting arena. Only three games were played every month. You have to sign a disclaimer, and the rewards for a round of competition are generous, but if you don’t do it well, you will be disabled, and there was even a miserable one, whose heart was blown out on the spot, but fighting bets are all about blood, excitement, and heartbeat. All the people who play the plate are rich young masters, and the betting starts from [-]. In just one year, the popularity of this place has reached a terrifying level.

When Xing Likun came here for the first time, he was fooled by Xia Jun, thinking it was some kind of debauchery and feasting scene, but seeing him made his blood boil.

Later, Xia Jun stopped coming, and he became a regular visitor here, but he didn't play dishes, he just ended up as a fighter.

The last time I came here was half a year ago, and Xing Likun's reputation was still alive. The waiter inside changed his face when he saw him, and called the manager to greet him personally.

"Have you not been here for a while?" The manager handed him a cigarette.

"Busy." Xing Likun smoked a cigarette, watching them clean up the place, "I want to play today, arrange a game for me."

The manager was a little embarrassed, "Brother Kun, we've already set up today's show..."

Another waiter ran over from behind, with a bitter face, "Manager, Xiao Bailong said he won't be playing, he has diarrhea."

Xing Likun looked at the manager with a half-smile, and the manager had to smile apologetically, "Then, I'll put you in the line."

He was totally unhappy, but he couldn't afford to offend Xing Likun. Not only was he capable of fighting, but he also had a rich family behind him.

Xing Likun's odds have always been low, but he can't stand him winning every time. As long as there is him in the game, he can hardly make a lot of money in the fighting arena.

After ten o'clock, the match started, and there was excitement outside. Xing Likun closed his eyes in the lounge and rested his mind. Several fighters waiting beside him whispered, no one was afraid of running into this hard idea.

The last game opened, and Xing Likun's sign was put up, and the young masters under him immediately exploded. This time, the manager moved his mind and didn't bet on winning or losing, but betting on the opponent's ability to survive under his hands.

The number of bets ranges from one to twenty, and one pays nine. The odds are unprecedentedly high, and the biggest bet is almost eight figures.

Before Xing Likun entered the stage, he passed a sentence to Xiao Bailong, Xiao Bailong suppressed his smile, and swayed to the front to place a bet.

This time, Xing Likun's opponent is a Russian guy, full of tendons, with golden chest hair protruding from the neckline of his vest. He is very tough. Xing Likun is a size smaller than him. This person is said to be from the "Guangming District" It was poached by the big boss with a lot of money, and it was the first time he played today.

Compared with the excitement of the Russians shouting and jumping all over the place, Xing Likun looked very calm. He leaned on the fence and finished smoking a cigarette. He lowered his head and took off his T-shirt, revealing his wheat-colored, strong and fit muscles. The chest groove is sexy, the abdominal muscles are neat, the jeans are hooked on the waist, revealing the deep mermaid line and the hair that spreads up. He completely ignores the envious eyes of the big men in the room, and slowly walks in through the open iron door.

As soon as the bell rang, the stands fell silent, only the lingering sound of the bell still echoed in the room.

Xing Likun stared at the Russian guy, his eyes were deep and bloody, and the muscles on his arms and back tensed up, like a cheetah eager to fight.

The Russian guy was retired from the Alpha Rangers, and he had a tough sense of fighting in his bones, which was very different from the cream-flavored fighters who used to be ostentatious.

He quickly swung his legs and slashed diagonally, with a blowing sound. Xing Likun didn't dodge, he crossed his arms, and abruptly received the leg whip. Then he took a deep breath, the force of the impact, if it were placed on an ordinary person, he might have fractured his bones long ago.

The Russian guy's contemptuous expression changed, and Xing Likun grabbed his calf and made a circle. Then came continuous heavy punches, the Russian turned over to dodge in embarrassment, and the rubber floor cracked a series of fine cracks.

The Russian guy rolled to the edge of the fence, jumped up with a kick, and bumped his knee towards Xing Likun's face.

Xing Likun's eyes were red, he dodged his shoulders, and punched the Russian guy's weak waist with an uppercut, but was firmly blocked by the opponent.

The movements of the two were fast and ruthless. This was a fight between tough guys and iron blood. It was a fierce battle between real men. All the people watching were sweating profusely and breathing quickly, as if they were about to be splashed by the splash in the fighting arena. Sweat burns.

You came and I went back and forth several times, Xiao Bailong couldn't sit still for the first time, the note in his hand was almost crushed by him, and the number '13' was faintly visible.

While he was anxiously waiting for the bell to ring, he was thankful that he didn't play - this Russian guy's combat power was almost as strong as Xing Likun's, it was simply too terrifying.

At the No.12 move, Xing Likun showed his flaws and was crushed by the Russian guy flying under him, trapping one arm.

"Sorry." The Russian guy smiled, pressed Xing Likun's throat with one hand, and punched Xing Likun's right temple with his iron fist.

"Fuck!" Xiao Bailong slapped the table furiously, his eyes widened again in the next second, "I'm fucked..."

Xing Likun lifted the Russian guy up with the strength of his waist, and his two long legs caught the Russian guy's neck in the air like a four-character lock. Frowning fiercely, he grabbed the back of the Russian guy's neck with his big free hand and squeezed him hard, knocking him unconscious, kicking him from his arms to the corner and lying on his stomach.

This scene ended so quickly that even the waiter didn't realize it, and it took a long time to remember to ring the bell, "Thirteen—"

Xiaobailong screamed and turned over the fence, and punched Xing Likun in the chest as he heaved and panted, his hands were covered with sweat, "Brother Kun, you are amazing!"

Xing Likun took half of the chips and rubbed the twitching muscles on the inside of his thigh, "Damn it, this grandson's hands are really black, he almost smashed my egg out."

Xiao Bailong praised him a few more words, and happily went to collect the money. The manager came to greet Xing Likun. He didn't ask for any reward for his appearance. It was all for the benefits of playing temporarily today. The manager was immediately happy and gave Xing Likun enthusiastically. Li Kun arranged for the exchange of chips, counted the cash face to face, packed it in a heavy suitcase, and sent people up all the way.

There was a handsome young master in the stands, staring at Xing Likun with flushed cheeks for a long time, seeing that he was about to leave, he ran over to stop him vigorously, "I, I'll take care of you!"

Xing Likun glanced at him, biting his cigarette and not speaking.

"I really promise you, 30 a month, do you want to follow?" He held his head up, looking proud and used to it.

The manager's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly smoothed things over, "Brother Kun, this is the young master of Liu Shuji's family in our city. He just came to play recently... Young Master Liu, Brother Kun is different from those people..."

Liu Zhao snorted, "What's the difference? Isn't he playing this game for money? I have money, so I just fell in love with him."

"This..." The manager's brow was sweating, not to mention that he doesn't lack the money, just his temperament, is it something you can tease and support?

Xing Likun was impatient with being blocked, and he didn't bother to be polite to the kid, "Has your fucking hair grown? Put it here to scratch."

"..." Liu Zhao was stunned by the scolding, his lips were trembling and his face was pale.

"With your small body, I'm afraid I'll kill you if you grow up for two more years." Xing Likun pushed him away, and Liu Zhao burst into tears, "You wait for me!!"

Xing Likun didn't care, and opened the cotton curtain, the light outside made him unable to open his eyes for a while.

There was a slight ringing in his ear, and he looked serious, set up his suitcase, and blocked the baseball bat that was heading straight for the door.