Lord, your queen is blowing up the world again

Chapter 12 Conflict over a chair
Depend on!
Isn't this discriminatory against women?

Si Fan narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Why can't women participate?!"

The brawny man looked at Si Fan with frivolous eyes, "Little girl, you have thin arms and legs, you are afraid that you can't even catch a man's move? Tsk tsk tsk, you should wash up obediently and lie on the bed to serve the man. Comfortable, maybe..."

The voice did not fall.

Si Fan's white canvas shoes, which had been washed very clean, kicked the burly man hard at the crook of his knee.

The strong man bent his knees and knelt down directly.

And his facial features were almost distorted in pain.

Si Fan raised his leg again and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.

"I serve your uncle!"

Does this also go with spicy chicken? !

After Si Fan finished speaking coldly, he turned and left, not looking at the stunned expressions of the male contestants behind him.

The strong man endured the severe pain, got up from the ground, and stared at the direction where the girl disappeared through gritted teeth.

Damn, it's so embarrassing to be kicked to the knees by a woman, and even kicked flying.

This dead woman, don't let him see her again, or she will be attractive!

The strong man barely walked to the gate of the competition area and continued to guard.

Ten minutes later, a little boy in a black sweater, a peaked cap, and a black mask walked over.

"Sign up!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a cold breath.

The brawny man frowned as he looked at the very thin boy who was less than 1.7 meters tall.

This man, it doesn't matter if he is short, but he is as thin as a bamboo stick, can he withstand a blow from other men?

It is estimated that he was beaten to death with a fist.

Although all players participating in the competition need to sign a letter of commitment, it is an agreement that the organizer does not need to compensate for injuries or deaths due to various reasons during the competition.

But if someone is killed, the impact on the organizer is still very bad.

The strong man didn't think for long, and said, "I'm sorry, your physique is too weak to participate in the competition!"

rely on it!

She's a woman, so it's fine if she can't participate in the competition, but now she's dressed up as a man, so she can't participate in the competition? !

Si Fan's fists were already clenched, obviously hovering on the verge of anger.

Her lips moved, her tone was cold, "Try saying one more sentence?!"

"I said, you have no money..."

Before the strong man could finish his last word, Si Fan grabbed his wrist, and in a standard over-the-shoulder throw, directly smashed the strong man to the ground. His internal organs were almost displaced.

The brawny man was stunned.

What the hell, who did he provoke? !
He fell twice in a row tonight, and was thrown by someone he looked down upon. Does he still want to face it? !

Si Fan looked down at the strong man and kicked his thigh with a cold and arrogant look, his eyes were empty, "Am I qualified for the competition?"

The strong man wanted to cry but had no tears, "Enough, enough..."

"Humph!"

Si Fan glanced at the strong man coldly, then walked into the registration area, and wrote down a code name casually in the column for the registered contestants.

There is also a letter of commitment, domineeringly stamped with his own thumbprint.

In this way, she was successful in signing up.

Another burly man looked at Si Fan with some fear, and handed over his number plate, "Contestant king, here is your number plate, just take the number plate and wait in the contestants' waiting area."

Si Fan took the number plate, hummed lightly, followed the sign and walked towards the waiting hall area.

The strong man wiped off his cold sweat, "Damn, this contestant is really fierce!"

Don't look at the little one, but that momentum is stronger than other contestants!

Si Fan walked to the player waiting area.

As soon as her thin and cold figure appeared, she attracted the attention of all the contestants.

Compared with other heavyweight players, Si Fan's body is less than a quarter.

This kind of small body can be crushed with just one finger without fists, right?
And she looks white and clean, like a bitch.

If it hurts, you won't cry delicately, will you?

This is too disgusting!
I don't know which unlucky guy was against him.

Hahaha!
Many players are already laughing.

But Si Fan didn't look sideways, looking for an empty seat to sit down.

She crossed her legs, put her elbows on the armrest, picked up her phone and started playing, completely ignoring the laughter around her.

On the contrary, it confuses those who ridicule.

At this time, a young man with an afro noticed where Si Fan was sitting, and made a mockery.

"Hey, you are so brave, you actually dare to sit on our exclusive seat of Brother Hu, so you are not afraid of being slapped away by Brother Hu?!"

A shadow fell over her head, blocking the light.

Si Fan raised his eyelids, because he was inexplicably disturbed, and his tone was a little displeased, "Brother Hu? Which one is it?"

The exploding head smiled, "Hehe, you don't even know Brother Hu, you're really an idiot. You just came here from some corner of the countryside to compete?"

Si Fan was too lazy to talk to the mentally retarded.

Seeing Si Fan ignoring him, the afro turned into anger from embarrassment, and was about to say something when he heard a loud noise.

It was booming, people who didn't know it thought it was an earthquake.

Afro's eyes lit up, "Brother Hu is here!"

The other players tensed up.

Brother Hu, as his name suggests, is as strong and powerful as a tiger.

He is 1.9 meters tall and weighs a full three hundred catties.

The point is, this weight is not the weight of fat, but the weight of muscle.

An arm is as big as a seven or eight-year-old child, not to mention other parts of the body.

Moreover, Brother Hu's punching power is the most terrifying among many players, as high as 1350 punching power.

One punch with all your strength can kill a bull!
There were no fewer than five boxers who died under his fists.

Tonight, among all the contestants, he is the most likely favorite to win the championship.

With him around, the championship was almost booked by him.

The heavy footsteps stopped.

The legendary Hu Ge finally showed his true form.

He was wearing big black trousers, showing his muscles.

A black totem was branded on his muscular, blue-veined copper skin, which looked terrifying.

Some people should have shrunk in fright due to his huge body and powerful aura before confronting him.

Seeing Brother Hu coming, Afro immediately walked up to show his presence.

"Brother Hu, your seat was taken by a little tender chicken, and this little tender chicken took your seat, not to mention, and I don't even know your name, it just doesn't take you seriously!"

When Brother Hu heard this, he turned his heavy head, and looked at Si Fan, his eyes as huge as bronze mausoleums stared, and the whites of his eyes protruded, making him even more menacing.

Si Fan, on the other hand, glanced at Brother Hu, raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat, tilted his head, and closed his eyes directly, not paying attention to him at all.

Brother Hu had bulging veins on his forehead, raised his legs, his thighs were as huge as an elephant, and walked towards Si Fan aggressively.

He walked up to Si Fan and let out a deafening roar like a tiger, "Get up!"

Si Fan remained motionless.

Afro also came over, flaunting the tiger, "Hey, Xiao Caiji, are you deaf? Brother Hu can't hear you when you wake up?!"

Si Fan sneered, and there was a trace of coolness in his exquisite eyebrows, "So what's the matter? I took this seat first, and I won't let it go. What can you do to me?"

(End of this chapter)