Chapter 85 temporary addition; atmosphere protagonist!
Charles raised his right leg and placed his arms in front of him, one in front and one behind, in a standard Muay Thai stance.
Seeing the greyhound rushing towards him, he aimed his right arm at the greyhound's head and smashed it.
“Swish…!”
The elbow missed.
The greyhound was moving very fast and rolled to the side.
He kicked with both feet and thrust his fists straight at Charles' abdomen.
Charles had no time to retract his right hand, which he had just raised. He could only press it down as much as possible to protect his abdomen.
Greyhound opened his fist with a grin, holding Charles' shoulder with one hand and grabbing Charles' right arm with the other.
"Don't you like bumping into things? I'll give it back to you!"
Greyhound raised his left knee hard and struck back at Charles.
"Pfft!"
As his knee landed, Charles' stomach instantly caved in.
"Ow!"
Screams came.
"Clap!"
Charles' body fell on the ring, his hands on the ground, wailing in pain.
Seeing this scene, the whole audience fell silent.
Everyone stared at the greyhound with eyes wide open in disbelief.
Turn defeat into victory?
"Don't just stand there and watch. Go ahead and kill him. As long as you have breath left, you can't stop. Hit him without hesitation!"
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, there was a crisp "crack" sound, accompanied by the sound of broken bones.
Then a scream was heard.
Charles wailed in pain, covering his nose, and stared at the man in front of him in disbelief.
The greyhound looked at Charles evilly, and the next second bit Charles' neck like a wild beast.
Charles was so scared that he kept punching the greyhound.
But even though the greyhound was seriously injured, it was not afraid at all.
The greyhound's eyes were filled with cruelty and bloodlust.
He protected his head with one hand and hugged Charles' neck with the other hand, then bit Charles' neck and kept tearing it.
"Ahhh!"
The screams continued, but soon Charles stopped struggling because a cut had been made on his neck by the greyhound.
"Pah! Pah!" The greyhound spat out the meat in his mouth.
He licked his bloody tongue and looked at Charles, who was lying on the ground, dead as hell, without a single emotion in his eyes.
The audience in the auditorium stood there in a daze, dumbfounded.
Ye Feng jumped up excitedly, pumped his fist and celebrated, "Well done!"
Greyhound saw Ye Feng celebrating for him and smiled, but soon his eyes rolled up and he fainted.
Gege threw her wine glass in excitement, pointed at the unconscious greyhound and said, "It's him. Send someone to rescue him. The money is mine. Go!"
Oshima hurriedly agreed, and ran to the greyhound with several members of the escort team and carried it away on its back.
The princess had lost her former elegance, holding the bottle of red wine, looking at him with a mocking look.
He raised the bottle towards Qiu Tai.
Qiu Tai snorted coldly and deliberately picked up the wine glass and took two sips.
As if he didn't see it.
Gege smiled contemptuously, then turned to look at Ye Feng.
At this moment, Ye Feng was looking at the greyhound being carried away with a face full of worry.
Gege hooked her finger at the guard beside her, pointed in the direction of Ye Feng and said, "Go, tell No. 44 that his friend is fine, and let him play the game with peace of mind!"
The guard immediately understood what the princess meant and rushed towards Ye Feng.
After hearing the news, Ye Feng looked towards the second floor.
Gege smiled and nodded, pointing at herself and then at Ye Feng.
The guard knew that Ye Feng was the 'prisoner' of their Fire Island, and reminded him: "Boss Gege has placed a heavy bet on you. If you can make him win, your friend will definitely receive the best treatment!"
Ye Feng gave Gege a thumbs up, as if to say that she had good vision.
Knowing that Greyhound would be fine, Ye Feng returned to the rest area.
After several rounds of fighting, the number ball representing Ye Feng's number 44 was drawn.
Coincidentally, the boxer this time is still Qiu Tai’s boxer.
Qiu Tai returned to the room and pressed the speaker button, "Ge Ge, do you want to make a bet between us?"
The princess whose name was called turned back to the house and responded in the same way: "Tell me, how do we bet?"
"Two million dollars!"
The audience around saw this private fight and waved excitedly.
"Promise him....promise him!"
Gege looked at Ye Feng uncertainly.
The latter also noticed the gaze.
Ye Feng knocked on his chest and said, "Believe me!"
Although the distance was far, Gege could judge the message Ye Feng wanted to convey based on his mouth shape.
He was usually calm but said in a strange way: "Two million is too little, do you dare to take five million?"
Hearing this, Qiu Tai's pupils shrank.
Gege's personality is different from others. This guy is very cautious and never does anything rashly. Now he actually took the initiative to increase the price by five million.
He couldn't help but look at the secretary who came over beside him.
"Don't worry, boss. Phil has a record of 32 consecutive wins in the underground black boxing in the United States, including 16 KOs!" said the secretary confidently.
After getting the answer, Qiu Tai immediately responded, "Okay, since you want to give me money to spend, I will accept it with reluctance!"
"Haha! I wish you good luck!" Gege did not choose to talk nonsense, but finally said to Ye Feng: "I remind someone that your brother's opponent is the same boss as the opponent in this game!"
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and then smiled.
After Du Ziping saw that the two bosses had reached an agreement, he immediately announced, "No. 44, No. 61! Please come on stage."
As Du Ziping finished speaking, boxer No. 61 walked onto the ring. He had an ordinary appearance, but his arms were extremely strong and his muscles bulged.
The shiny black head, coupled with the cinder-like color, looks particularly ugly.
Ye Feng was very familiar with this kind of black and tough guy. He was a bully and a coward in his nature, and he was just a show-off.
He had seen so many of them in his previous life!
After Phil came on stage, he bumped his fists together and taunted, "Yellow monkey, surrender. This will make my boss happy, and I can be kind enough to dig a hole for you and bury you there, haha..."
Phil was extremely arrogant, as if he was sure he would win.
His arrogance angered Ye Feng.
Ye Feng grinned and said grimly: "Hey, you are really arrogant! But when you kneel down and beg for mercy, don't cry!"
Ye Feng's words were filled with strong murderous intent, which immediately caused an uproar in the audience.
Phil grinned, his smile was sinister, "I like your temper. Tonight, I promise you will die in a very ugly way."
"Stop talking nonsense and just get ready to be beaten!" Ye Feng said and rushed forward.
Phil also assumed a fighting stance and stood on tiptoe out of habit.
This is the well-known boxing dance step.
"What do you think this is? A boxing ring?"
Ye Feng took advantage of the moment when Phil raised his right foot and swept over with a low whip kick, kicking Phil's right ankle.
Click!
A crisp sound accompanied by a scream of pain resounded throughout the venue. Phil hugged his feet in pain and squatted on the ground wailing.
All the audience were stunned.
Ye Feng’s speed just now was really too fast.
It’s faster than the wind!
This method of attack left them dumbfounded.
"Damn it! You attacked me by surprise, how despicable!" Phil roared angrily, covering his swollen ankle.
Ye Feng sneered and said, "I am not someone else's slave. Why should I follow the rules when someone wants to kill me?"
He raised his right leg high and kicked down with great force towards Phil's head.
Phil was so scared that he broke out in sweat and in panic he had to dodge.
But even if I avoided the left side, I couldn't avoid the right side.
boom!
Ye Feng missed the first attack, so he quickly raised his other leg and hit Phil in the chin, kicking him out and smashing him heavily on the other side of the ring.
Ye Feng did not continue chasing, he knew what this group of rich people wanted.
And he can also use these to increase his value.
Ye Feng waved his arms and put his palms to his ears, pretending to listen.
Those who didn't react at first gradually understood that this was a call to them.
Everyone patted their seats excitedly and shouted frantically: "Kill him!"
"Kill him now!"
Ye Feng raised his arms and nodded to show that he understood.
He came in front of Phil, and regardless of his fear, he stepped on Phil's knee, crushed it hard, and then released his foot.
With a thud, Phil rolled on the ground screaming.
"Ahh! I'm going to kill you!"
He struggled to sit up, his face covered in blood and snot, his eyes blazing with fire, and he wished he could eat Ye Feng.
However, what greeted him was only Ye Feng's heavy kick.
"Bang, snap, boom, boom!"
Phil's screams gradually turned into muffled groans.
Ye Feng showed no mercy.
Phil kept twitching and foaming at the mouth under Ye Feng's heavy feet.
Blood splattered all over the ring like fireworks.
Seeing this scene, the originally noisy venue suddenly became quiet.
No one dared to say a word, and even their breathing became much slower.
This made everyone feel a huge sense of oppression.
“So strong…”
"Monster! It's really a monster..."
At this moment, everyone looked at Ye Feng as if he were a devil.
When Ye Feng was sure that Phil was dead, he pointed around and shouted, "A gift for you!"
"Roar......."
Rich businessmen have been exposed to the glamour and extravagance of life all year round and have never experienced this kind of stimulation.
The reason they come to Fire Island is to get the spiritual satisfaction of the imbalance of adrenaline and dopamine.
At one point, I imagined myself as Ye Feng on the stage.
They excitedly shook the tables and chairs beside them, and some even stood on the table, pouring expensive red wine!