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Chapter 962: Using the Clit-kicking Kick Openly

"Boss, I don't know a great man. You are a great man and you don't bear grudges. Don't bother with me."

When Zhang Jicong went to sign up Li Er for a warm-up match, he found out that his opponent was the Tornado Kick, who was well-known in the underground boxing circle.

"Sure, I'll treat you to a midnight snack and massage tonight." Li Er smiled generously.

"what--!"

Zhang Jicong's face froze. It wasn't that he was short of the money, he just didn't want to be a sucker.

How can you go out with the boss and then ask the younger brother to pay the bill?

"What? Are you unhappy?" Li Er slapped Zhang Jicong on the shoulder.

"Shhh!" Zhang Jicong grimaced in pain.

"Yes, yes. It's my honor to invite you out to play." Zhang Jicong said hurriedly.

"That's about right." Li Er nodded with satisfaction: "Tell me about the enemy's intelligence!"

Although Li Er felt that he was invincible in a one-on-one fight, he was not himself now, so it was still necessary for him to understand his opponent's information.

There's nothing wrong with being more humble.

"Your opponent is called Boren, and he's from Thailand. Don't be fooled by his skinny and dark complexion. He has been practicing Muay Thai for more than ten years. He's best at elbows and knees. He has an upper and lower throw and a mid-air kick, which are his ultimate moves." Zhang Jicong analyzed to Li Er very seriously.

"By the way, boss, do you have confidence?" Zhang Jicong asked in a low voice after he finished speaking.

"What? You want to bet on me to lose?" Li Er was delighted when he saw Zhang Jicong's expression.

"Ah, haha!" Zhang Jicong laughed awkwardly twice.

"I just thought that if I lose, I can get some money as a consolation prize!"

As soon as Zhang Jicong finished speaking, Li Er grabbed his shoulder joint with one claw.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, boss, I was wrong, I bet on you to win, I bet on you to knock out the Thai guy in five minutes." Zhang Jicong was in so much pain that tears came out.

There are no rules in underground boxing matches, no life or death involved, and no protective gear. Li Er's opponent, Bo Ren, wrapped hand wraps around his palms.

Zhang Jicong was just about to ask Li Er if he wanted boxing gloves, but Li Er had already jumped off the boxing ring with bare hands.

"Are you so confident?" Zhang Jicong murmured in a low voice.

He kind of wanted to bet on Li Er to win.

To be honest, Li Er really missed this kind of one-on-one collision. The guy who collided with him last time seemed to have been stuck to the wall.

"What are the odds?" Matilda came over and asked.

"One to one, I didn't expect the boss to be so strong. This Thai guy is very famous, but Chen Xin refused to raise the odds." Zhang Jicong said unhappily.

"There's a brown paper bag in the trunk of my car with one million in it. We can win it all if we bet on it," Matilda said quickly.

"Okay!" Zhang Jicong's eyes lit up.

He didn't believe Li Er, but he believed Matilda!

  The boss has already spent one million to buy it. As a younger brother, it would be unjust if I didn't spend all my money to buy a few hundred thousand or tens of thousands!

"Move aside, move aside. Just go over there to bet a few thousand dollars."

Zhang Jicong had more than one million in his hand and spoke very confidently.

"Congzai, are you here to make trouble?" a guy in a brown suit snorted.

"Brother Haoqiang, your words are not welcoming to me. I am not very happy to hear them." Zhang Jicong carried a huge sum of money and spoke in a very tough manner.

"I bet on it."

"How much?" Ma Haoqiang said unhappily.

"One hundred, no, one hundred and twenty."

Zhang Jicong played a big trick and took out all the 200,000 yuan of his family assets.

"Brother Cong, is it so stable? Give me an extra 50,000 yuan!" the fat bald man said in a low voice.

"Okay! That's one million, two hundred and fifty thousand." Zhang Jicong laughed even more arrogantly.

Ma Haoqiang was stunned.

It’s not that no one has ever placed such a big bet, but he knows Zhang Jicong, a small-time gangster who is not very famous. It’s good enough for him to have 30,000 or 50,000 yuan to rely on.

"Don't play tricks. I only accept cash. You can't afford it." Ma Haoqiang warned.

Zhang Jicong threw the money directly on the table.

"Bring cash, win cash and leave, as if you are bullying someone who doesn't know the rules of the trade."

Zhang Jicong shouted, "Bet your bets on my boss to win with his tornado kick." Seeing that Zhang Jicong really had so much money, Ma Haoqiang quickly asked his men to collect some money and buy tickets.

"Are you so sure?" Ma Haoqiang pulled Zhang Jicong aside and asked in a low voice.

It is true that he is the bookmaker, but if there is inside information, he must also adjust the odds in time.

"You're sure to win, so just wait to lose money!" Zhang Jicong said arrogantly.

"Is it true?"

Ma Haoqiang glanced at Zhang Jicong to express his doubt.

It's not like he hasn't seen Zhang Guanli boxing before. The opponent's skills are indeed good, but he is too weak. If he can't defeat his opponent in the first five minutes, he will most likely lose.

"More real than pearls!" Zhang Jicong said this and turned away.

Ma Haoqiang frowned, wondering if he was taking drugs.

Of course, banned drugs can be used in underground boxing matches. As long as you are not afraid of death, there is no problem with taking banned drugs as a meal.

  Ma Haoqiang was finally fooled by Zhang Jicong, and he quickly changed the odds of Li Er vs. Thai Lao to 1.5 to 1.

"The odds are suddenly adjusted so close to the start of the game. There must be something fishy going on!"

A very annoying voice sounded beside Zhang Jicong and the fat bald man.

"Oh——! What do you think?" asked the fat bald man, shaking his pig face.

"The odds were suddenly adjusted from 1 to 1 to 1.5 to 1. It's obvious that even the bookmakers have no confidence in the Thais."

Chen Baile said this and found a more tenable reason for himself.

"Besides, I am a Chinese. It is unjust for me not to support my own people."

Chen Baila took out two thousand yuan with a patriotic look on his face.

He intended to receive some admiring glances, but he found that the two guys in front of him were looking at him with contempt.

"You think you can support the Chinese with just two thousand dollars?" Zhang Jicong sneered.

Chen Baila was stunned.

"Two thousand dollars isn't enough. When did patriotism cost so much?"

Zhang Jicong raised the betting ticket in his hand: "Look carefully, one million and two hundred thousand."

"It's 1.25 million," the fat bald man corrected.

"Oh! Yes, one million and two hundred thousand. That's what we call supporting our own people."

Chen Baila's eyes lit up.

He ignored the sarcasm from Zhang Jicong and the fat bald man and quickly ran to the betting table.

"Thirteen thousand, all for the tornado kick to win."

Chen Baila took out all the remaining assets he had hidden in his shoes.

"The odds have been adjusted to 1.5 to 1!" Ma Haoqiang reminded.

"I know, hurry up and issue the ticket, don't affect my winnings." Chen Baila cursed.

Ma Haoqiang gritted his teeth. He knew Chen Bailao and knew that he was a police officer from the anti-gang squad and he couldn't afford to offend him.

Of course, he also knew that Chen Baila was a gambler with a good reputation, so he was not worried that the other party was here to cause trouble.

the other side.

Matilda has already found her target person among the gamblers: Beckman.

This foreigner was hugging a good-looking woman and looking at the scene.

Li Er and Thai boxer Boren in the field have already started.

"drink--!"

Boren attacked first, throwing a fierce jab straight at Li Er's face at an extremely fast speed.

The gamblers who had placed a large bet on Li Er to win were startled. They were afraid they would be knocked down by just one punch.

It is naturally impossible for Li Er to be hit by Boren. His face is fake and it is very likely that his face will be deformed if he is hit.

"middle--!"

Li Er kicked Boren in the crotch.

If this were a regular boxing match, this kind of move would definitely not be allowed, but it is very common in underground boxing matches, and there are even cases of people poking their noses and gouging their eyes.

Boren didn't want to be kicked by Li Er, so he gave up the jab and moved aside.