Chapter 86: Rain of Money; Just Treat It as a Trial!

Chapter 86: Rain of Money; Just Treat It as a Trial!

Ye Feng smiled with satisfaction, put one hand behind his back, bowed in standard gentlemanly manner, and walked off the stage.

The boss who came here looking for excitement quit immediately.

In their eyes, other people's fights were boring. There was no one like Ye Feng who would interact with them.

Pointing in Ye Feng's direction, he shouted, "We want number 44!"

"We want number forty-four!"

"Number!"

"Number!"

Du Ziping, who was preparing to draw lots, stood there in a daze.

Oshima, who sent the greyhound to the medical room, came back and ran to Du Ziping, panting.

"What's wrong? What did you do? Did you anger everyone? Did you cause a riot?"

Du Ziping said aggrievedly: "How could I do that? It was all caused by that kid. Now they want to see him on the field!"

"Damn, what should we do next? We can't deal with them!" Oshima was extremely anxious. Although he knew that Ye Feng was powerful, he was a newcomer after all.

Du Ziping said in embarrassment: "This...why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier."

Oshima cursed in frustration, turned around and walked towards the ring.

Oshima personally came to Ye Feng's side, without the previous attitude, "Brother Poison Bee, look..."

Ye Feng made a condition: "I can continue to fight, but the money I earn must be mine!"

"The money you made?"

Ye Feng said impatiently: "Just say whether you agree or not!"

Oshima didn’t know what Ye Feng was up to, but for the current problem, he had no choice but to let Ye Feng give it a try.

Otherwise, both he and Du Ziping would be in big trouble.

Oshima said with a hardened heart: "It's up to you, whatever you say is fine, as long as you can handle them!"

Ye Feng patted Oshima's shoulder, took the loudspeaker from a guard and walked back onto the stage.

“Hey, hey, hey…”

Seeing Ye Feng standing on the stage, the group of wealthy businessmen stopped making a fuss.

Ye Feng took advantage of the silence and said, "I, Poison Bee, thank you all for your kindness, but we also have our own rules on Fire Island, but......"

Ye Feng deliberately kept the other party in suspense.

After a few seconds of pause, he smiled and said, "But we at Fire Island have always regarded serving the bosses as our first duty. Since you have proposed it, how can we not agree? As for me..."

Ye Feng stopped talking in the middle of his words.

Gege, who was standing in front of the glass of the box, understood, and Ye Feng had won him a lot of face.

Not counting the initial bet, Gege was very generous after winning five million US dollars.

He took out a stack of one hundred thousand U.S. dollars from the suitcase he brought.

He walked out of the box and threw it towards the fighting arena.

With Gege taking the lead, the others quickly followed suit, not being stingy with their money.

Throw it down towards the fighting arena.

It rained money instantly.

Stacks of banknotes fell into the fighting arena like snowflakes, landing on the fighting stage, making a rustling sound.

Ye Feng nodded gratefully in Gege's direction.

He continued, "As for me, of course it doesn't matter. I'm willing to be beaten to death in the ring!"

In response to Ye Feng’s words, the rich man raised his middle finger and said “tsk”!

Ye Feng reminded: "Brother Dadao, please find some people to help me collect the money. Brother Ping shakes two. The bosses are not stingy, so we can't be stingy either!"

When the wealthy businessman heard Ye Feng’s heroic declaration, he started shouting again.

"Hit two, hit two!"

"We support fighting two!"

"Haha, I like this method, it's cool!"

"........."

Many of the female companions brought by the rich businessman, including the wealthy women, got wet, and the scene of spending the night with Ye Feng appeared in their heads.

Du Ziping was also desperate, "clatter, clatter!"

"Number two, number eleven, were shaken out!"

Du Ziping reminded: "Please invite contestants number two and eleven to the stage!"

Number Two is a burly and strong man, wearing tight clothes and pants, with bulging muscles, and he exudes a sense of power.

Number 11 was short and thin like a bamboo pole. He had a wretched appearance and an evil smile on his lips, which made people dislike him at first sight.

"Hey, let me go first. I like to play sadistic games!" The short and thin man licked his lips and walked onto the stage.

Number Two didn't care and stood aside with his arms folded across his chest.

Ye Feng was never willing to let No. 11 perform a solo show. Firstly, it did not conform to the agreement between him and the bosses around him. Secondly, what he wanted was the feeling of oppression on the battlefield, not a battle between life and death. How could he improve?

So Ye Feng pointed at the two of them with disdain, raised his thumbs with both hands, and quickly pointed his hands back to the ground.

The sarcasm is very obvious.

"Damn it!"

The short and thin man was angry. He shouted angrily and rushed towards Ye Feng.

The speed was extremely fast and the leg techniques were fierce, going straight for Ye Feng's throat and temple.

Ye Feng snorted coldly and stepped back three steps to avoid the close attack from the short and thin man.

The short and thin man's attack failed, but he was not discouraged and immediately chased after him.

"Do you really think I have no temper?" Ye Feng stretched out his right leg and kicked the short and thin man in the face with a fierce whip-kick.

bang~

There was a muffled sound.

The short and thin man's face was deformed and he flew backwards three or four meters and hit the iron mesh guardrail.

Ye Feng walked over, grabbed the opponent's neck, exerted force from his waist, and made the opponent do a 360-turn.

There was a loud bang.

The short and thin man was smashed onto the ring.

"it is good!"

Gege couldn't help but applaud.

"Awesome."

"fantastic!"

"This is called fighting!"

Seeing this result, others praised it generously.

After dealing with number 11, Ye Feng looked at number 2.

At this time, another owner of the box pressed the loudspeaker button.

“Raise!”

Ye Feng looked at Du Ziping in confusion.

Before the other party could explain, a bodyguard came out of the box with a box of money, handed it to the guard at the door, and whispered something in his ear.

After taking the money, the guard took out the walkie-talkie.

After a while, a rusty fire axe was delivered to No. 2.

With the addition of weapons, the atmosphere instantly reached a climax.

"Light this place up!"

"Now we'll see."

"Wow, is it finally starting?"

"You can feast your eyes tonight."

The audience was in an uproar.

Number Two gripped the axe tightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

He had already thought about how to torture Ye Feng and even make him beg for mercy.

"Prepare to be tortured!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, without saying any more nonsense, and looked at the other party vigilantly.

Gege, who had placed a heavy bet, was now ready to buy a weapon for Ye Feng.

But seeing Ye Feng’s confident smile, he decided to take another look!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the other party moved, roared, and swung the fire axe towards Ye Feng.

At this moment, Ye Feng also moved.

When No. 2 saw Ye Feng dodged the attack, he immediately changed his strategy. While he was chopping air with his axe, he grabbed the axe handle with his other hand and swept it across.

Ye Feng rolled backwards easily, walked to the edge of the iron net, and waved his hands.

He yelled, "Louder!"

“Ah…Ah…!”

This group of women were the first to scream wildly.

The despised No. 2 was completely furious. He roared, swung the axe and smashed it hard at Ye Feng.

A strong wind blew, but Ye Feng did not move at all, still swaying and shaking his shoulders in the same place.

Even those women thought Ye Feng was too arrogant and believed that he would definitely fail.

Only Gege raised her eyebrows and showed a surprised expression.

The princess stared at it carefully.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound was heard.

"Ah~!"

There was a scream immediately afterwards, and everyone was stunned to see that Ye Feng smashed No. 2's left wrist that was holding the axe handle with one punch.

Number Two held his wrist and wailed in unbearable pain.

The fire axe hit the iron mesh, making a loud clanging sound.

Ye Feng simply bent down and threw a punch while the other party was pulling the fire axe.

He slowly picked up the opponent's axe from the iron net.

Ye Feng hit the man's face with the back of his axe and said, "Now it's your turn."

Number Two was terrified. He shook his head desperately and said, "No... No, I give up!"

"Admit defeat?"

Ye Feng stepped on No. 2's cheek indifferently, raised the fire axe high, and said with a grim smile:

"I'll count to three. You must kneel down and kowtow to apologize, or I'll chop you to death with an axe! One, two...!"

As soon as he loosened his feet, cold sweat broke out on No. 2's forehead and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I apologize! Please forgive me."

Number Two was extremely scared and kept begging Ye Feng for mercy.

"Humph!"

Ye Feng kicked the man over and pushed him to the iron net, reminding him: "Kneel down!"

"Well done, little brother!"

"What a cruel method, so handsome, I love you so much."

“That’s what a man is.”

A group of women screamed again.

Ye Feng carried the axe on his shoulder and smiled at them.

This group of women became even more crazy and wanted to throw themselves into his arms.

The wealthy people who were used to seeing killings were faced with the drama directed by Ye Feng.

I don’t feel disgusted, but rather a sense of freshness.

There are also some people who take the initiative to increase their investment.

“Three…three…three…”

"Do you dare..."

"dare?"

"dare?"

Ye Feng looked nonchalant, but after hearing these words, he immediately became excited.

Number Two, which was originally intended to be used to intimidate others, is now used as a big drum by Ye Feng.

The fireman flipped over the axe and struck with the back of the axe.

"Ah~!"

With a scream, No. 2's spine bent and two lines of blood spurted out of his nose.

Now the whole place fell silent.

Many people were stunned.

No one had ever thought that this guy was more brutal than they imagined.

Ye Feng carried the fire axe and shouted, "Deal, money...money...money!"

A rain of money even heavier than the last one once again swept across the fighting arena.

Three, four.

When it was one against five, Ye Feng struggled to pierce the opponent's heart with a dagger.

He lay prone on the stage, looking at Ye Feng, who had tools all over the floor, and laughed wildly.

He crawled to the edge of the ring, leaned against the iron net and said, "Is there anyone alive who can bring me a cigarette?"

A sharp-eyed guard, carrying a sack on his back, ran over in a hurry.

Take the cigarette and light the fire in one go.

After Ye Feng finished smoking the cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt under the ring.

He panted and said, "I.....take ten thousand for yourself later, it will be my tip!"

The guard said excitedly: "Thank you, big brother....Thank you, big brother!"