She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 45
02:30 in the morning, basement of Lieying Boxing Gym.

There were continuous "bang" and "bang" sounds of fists hitting the sandbags. The sound sounded powerful and overwhelming.

The flower-armed boss sat on the ground, holding his hands behind his back, looking at the man who had just finished practicing Muay Thai with him and went to punch sandbags.

He slowly calmed his breathing and said, "Okay, don't use up too much energy."

Shen Manzhi's eyes were determined and his movements were quick and powerful. A thin layer of sweat accumulated on his waist and abdomen under the black short vest, dripping to the ground. The hair on his temples beside his ears was wet and curled on his chin, and he pursed his lips in silence.

He stood up and handed her a bottle of water, raising his lips and saying, "Jackson let the news out yesterday. There are so many people coming tonight. It seems he is bound to win."

The woman struck out hard and hit the sandbag with one final blow, causing the earthquake to reverberate throughout the basement.

"But I made a bet on you to win."

"boring."

The flower-armed boss chuckled lightly, grabbed his hair and pushed it back, "There's someone on his head. You should calm down later and don't kill him."

She rewrapped the bandage on her hand and said hoarsely, "Is there no one on my head?"

"Don't!"

The flower-armed boss made a pause.

"You can destroy my underground boxing gym by yourself. I don't want you to attract that giant Buddha for me."

Shen Manzhi took the water and took a sip, poured it into the palm of her hand and threw it on her face. The water droplets fell from her eyelashes and landed on her lips. She raised her hand to wipe it away, covering the sinister look under her eyes.

She put the water on the ground, "Where was the person who helped me check last time?"

The flower-armed boss looked at the time and saw that there were still 15 minutes left, "Do you know about the son of the evil stepmother?"

Her expression changed slightly, "Jiang Xu?"

"Well, he has a friend who came to see Huang Mao. He said he was here to teach his brother's sister a lesson."

Jiang Xu's sister, after all, is Shen Luo.

Shen Manzhi lowered her eyes and said nothing. She wrapped the bandage around and then took it off. She remembered the event held at the Ming Pavilion last month.

Shen Luo also came here, together with several classmates.

In that scene, she happened to be singing on stage and attracted everyone's attention. After she came off the stage, she exchanged a few words with Brother Jia and was surrounded by many people asking for their contact information.

Later, Shen Luo met her and said, "Aren't you going to be the resident singer at the nightclub tonight?"

She almost forgot about it because she never bothered to talk to this person.

The anger in my heart suddenly increased, and I just had nothing to do.

Three in the morning.

The largest arena was already packed with people, and most of the people's faces were filled with joy.

Between the two-time gold medal boxer and the little-known woman, everyone knows who wins and who loses.

"What kind of background does this woman have? How dare she challenge Jackson? This is a life and death situation!"

In Lieying Boxing Gym, the so-called life and death game is conducted regardless of boxing type, rank, gender and physique, until the opponent admits defeat.

But who dares to enter this kind of arena? Who would give in easily?

"It seems that this woman was once defeated by Jackson."

"This smart man knows who to pick at a glance, but I bet tens of thousands of dollars."

A sneer from the side said, "You are still too conservative. Last time I bet on Jackson, I won a big Mercedes."

"Really," the man was shocked when he heard this, and quickly checked the balance of his bank card, "I'll add more money."

In the auditorium on the second floor, two tall men stood side by side, both with stern faces.

The muscular man on the ring was showing off his golden belt to the crowd and encouraging the audience to cheer and cheer.

“Are you sure you’re squatting correctly?”

The person next to him glanced at the wall clock in the hall and said, "The boss said it was this time."

"The boss wants us to squat with women?" He put his hand on his chin, "It's rare."

"We'll see what happens later. If the other party isn't cheating, don't take action yet."

He raised his chin and signaled to the people in the audience, "Didn't you hear them say this is a life-or-death situation? What should I do if I'm beaten half to death? Should I care or not?"

The other man said nothing, and looked around the ring calmly with eyes like a hawk.

"I'm coming!"

He looked toward the ring and saw a woman wearing a red sports boxing uniform stepping onto the ring. The waistcoat line on her waist was particularly beautiful, and her skin was white and delicate.

Jackson fist bumped his hands twice, his eyes falling on the woman greedily and provocatively.

"The loser is the bandit. I will never let you walk out of here standing."

The administrator distributed hand bandages to the players. Shen Manzhi lowered his head and wrapped them around them. He slowly raised his eyes. His sharp look was obvious, and there was a taste of bloodlust on his mouth.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die here."

The referee rings the competition bell. Once the bell starts, it does not end. This is the rule of life and death.

The flowery-armed boss was sitting in the auditorium with his hands folded, with several strong bodyguards standing beside him.

He hooked his hand and motioned for the people behind him to lean over, "Tell people to watch the entrance and exit of the venue and don't let other people sneak in."

The bodyguard responded and called the person in the headset to make arrangements.

At the beginning of the game, both of them were relatively restrained. You were testing each move while I was testing them.

Jackson has learned all kinds of boxing techniques, but he specializes in Muay Thai. With his physical advantage as a man, his punches, legs, elbows, and knees are all smooth and smooth. He is extremely powerful and has rapid lethality, which is more than enough to deal with a woman.

He slightly tilted his body and raised his leg to strike hard. He moved towards the woman's shoulder and neck with rapid force, but the woman dodged it in an instant. His calf hit the woman's elbow. During the impact, the woman came close and punched her chin hard. The muscles in his cheeks trembled.

"Woc, how did that woman attack? How could she avoid Jackson's punches?"

"Is there a commentary replay? That counterattack just now was really cool!"

"The match has just started, and Jackson must be giving up punches. After all, he is facing off against a woman. He won effortlessly and without much dignity."

"It seems right. I almost regret buying Jackson."

The competition on the stage is still going on. After just one move, there is no clear winner.

The woman's tongue pressed against her canine teeth and she gritted her teeth, easing the pain from the man's fist grazing her cheek.

She punched fast and hard while she was breathing down her back. She raised her leg and kicked the man in the left ribs. The seemingly flexible force was as hard and cruel as steel, as if the bones were about to break.

The man was pushed back on the rope. He frowned and endured the pain, but he did not dare to show it too obviously. After all, the other party was just a woman. How could he be hurt by that little three-legged skill...

But he was really in pain!
The woman's punches were unorganized, but extremely dense, like Wing Chun or karate. It was so dazzling that it was impossible to tell when she would punch or predict the direction of the punch.

Jackson had no choice but to raise his hands to protect his face with his fist glove. He seized the opportunity and used the elastic rope behind him to get up and dunk on the woman's head.

"It's over!"

"With this punch, the opponent's head will explode... It's too miserable."

"Jackson is not a merciful person. He has been waiting for so long and is ready to kill him with a fatal blow."

The two men on the second floor were holding their breath. They had been in a fighting and killing environment all year round, so they naturally knew the power and consequences of that punch.

The flower-armed boss stood up and was about to ask someone to lock the door.

Everyone was quiet for a second.

The imagined bloody scene did not appear.

Shen Manzhi was severely restrained to the ground by the man's strength. His arms were covered with thin sweat and protruding veins blocked the man's downward punches.

When the two fight against each other, neither one is willing to lose.

Someone yelled, and the betting audience began to cheer for the contestants.

"Jackson! Jackson!"

But only the man himself knew how strong the hands that blocked him were. His eyes were red and a little incredible.

He saw the murderous look in the woman's eyes, and became more and more crazy. Her face, which had just been punched and bruised, grinned wildly with muscles pumping, "I'm defeated!" Shen Manzhi suddenly raised his lips, seductively.

The hand relaxed, and Jackson took the opportunity to press down without thinking. Unexpectedly, the woman's elbow turned outward and suddenly clasped hard on the shoulder of his arm on his back, and the man's arm instantly released the force.

The fist landed on the woman's face, but half of the damage was done.

Shen Manzhi quickly raised his legs and pressed his knees against the man's tailbone. He used the force to turn over and clasp the man's chin upwards with force.

"what!!"

The man could only be heard yelling roughly, and the next second he used his physical advantage to clamp the thin hand under his neck to overwhelm the woman, and his fist fell...

"What the hell is this a woman? How did Jackson get bullied by her?"

"Do you really think Jackson was letting her go in the first place?"

"Jackson definitely didn't predict the woman's strength at the beginning."

In Muay Thai, skill, strength, resourcefulness and mental strength are all indispensable.

Jackson is a professional Muay Thai player with mature skills. If he can fight the opponent in such a scene... then the opponent's strength is definitely not inferior to him.

Perhaps at the beginning, the two were testing each other's moves, but later on, the punches were intensive and the style was unexpected. The scene was a perfect "life and death" showdown.

The audience enjoyed watching it, but Jackson on the court didn't think so.

In fact, he was at a disadvantage in every aspect.

The woman gave him a chance to fight back just to show off her boxing skills. If he punched her, she would do ten times the damage in return!

It was as if they were deliberately pulling him back and forth on the edge, unwilling to win happily and unwilling to let him lose completely.

He gritted his teeth and was unable to dodge the woman's punch, and one of his front teeth fell out.

madman!

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the black Bentley drove into the Huaicheng Expressway intersection like a night charm.

The two-and-a-half-hour journey from the next province to Huaicheng took less than two hours on the left, and you had to pay attention to the boss's expression in the back seat from time to time.

Huaicheng is always quiet and mysterious late at night. We arrived at the old street of Huaicheng 10 minutes later.

The entrance to Lieying's underground boxing gym is the iron door of an abandoned factory. There are countless motorcycles parked at the door, as well as a group of young people who seem to be chatting casually, but are actually the sturdy bodyguards of the gatekeepers.

Qin Yanfeng glanced at the door and made a call, "Come pick me up at the east gate and open the way."

Sounds came from the headsets of the two men in the auditorium on the second floor. The two looked at each other, looked at the contestants who were still fighting in the ring, and quickly turned around and walked out.

The flower-armed boss was looking forward to it. At first he thought that Shen Manzhi would be beaten to a pulp. He even had his eye on the door and was ready to betray him at any time.

He is the boss and he has the final say.

He never thought that she would not fall behind in the fight against Jackson, who had a background in black boxing. It was beyond his expectation.

Fortunately he bet more.

There was a smile on the man's lips, which seemed somewhat inhumane in the intense and exciting competition.

The person behind him leaned over and whispered, "Boss, someone broke into the east gate."

The flower-armed boss chuckled, "Is there someone on Jackson's head?"

"No... I said I came to pick up a young lady."

"Tsk," the flower-armed boss was unhappy, "Which rebellious princess came to my place to watch boxing in the middle of the night?"

"Bring him in and let him go after you find him."

"Yes."

Qin Yanfeng was followed by Zuo Yi. Standing on the entrance steps of the arena hall, he could have an unobstructed view of the scene on the stage.

The half-hour fight to the death was actually a unilateral crushing by the woman.

Jackson has a strong physique. Apart from the bruises at the corners of his eyes, missing teeth and blood at the corners of his mouth, there are no other injuries. However, his internal organs are in pain, and three bones seem to be broken.

Lying on the ring, curled up with his waist and abdomen in his arms.

Women are the opposite.

The blood on her forehead slid down her eyebrows and solidified into deep red. She sat with her back against the red corner of the ring, holding the rope with one hand and supporting the ground with the other. Her originally thin white arms were crimson, and the exposed parts were covered with scars.

He held one leg in front of him, lowered his head slightly and panted. The sweat from his chin dripped directly onto his chest, making him dizzy.

The red sportswear matches the porcelain white skin, and the battle-scarred face gives it a broken and crumbling beauty.

She stared at the person on the ground, the ends of her eyes were elongated, with full contempt and hostility, and there was unconcealable murder in her deep red eyes.

I'm used to seeing dead bodies and bones, feeling indifferent and numb, and there's another fight between hands and clouds.

Qin Yanfeng's eyes fell on the woman.

She is obviously beautiful, cool, charming and charming, but she is cruel, cruel, depraved and savage.

Deja Vu.

Jackson lay on the ground with his face to the ground. He tried seven or eight times but still couldn't get up and refused to admit defeat.

90.00% of the people around him were betting on him, and they were all calling him by his name, trying to awaken his fighting spirit again.

His mouth was slurred, and his eyes were staring at Shen Manzhi with a sinister perversion. He slowly raised his weak right hand and gave her a middle finger, and then pointed at his mouth, indicating something.

He laughed like crazy and said word by word with his only breath, "Die, kill me."

Shen Manzhi watched his movements, his throat suddenly rolled, and his expression was cold. He grasped the rope and used his strength to get up, and kicked Jackson's abdomen hard again.

"Jackson, get up! Hit her!"

"Jackson!"

Shen Manzhi stepped on the man's palm and rubbed it back and forth twice, then sat on his injured waist and ribs.

Grabbing his hair, he lifted the man's face.

The man looked at her and sneered, successfully irritating her, "If I had known... I should have killed you in that old classroom... No one... would have known..."

The dull sound of punches seemed to be carried by the wind and fell on the man's face. The force was flexible and strong, punch after punch, leaving blood and flesh.

A woman who is deeply involved in violence has a domineering and wild beauty, and her movements are fierce and fierce. She looks like a crazy beast under the spotlight, with her body erect and no one can get close to her.

"Boss, if the fight continues, someone will die."

The bodyguard behind the flower-armed boss reminded him that he stood up and raised his hand to stop.

Suddenly I felt a strong wind coming. A group of people opened a path in the middle. A tall man wearing black trousers and a white business shirt came down the stairs.

He was elegant and dignified. He walked to the ring amidst the smoke and shouts, and was spotlessly clean.

The flower-armed boss watched the man come on stage, step over the rope, kneel down behind the woman, wrap his arms around her waist, and whisper in her ear.

A frustrated voice sounded angrily, "Which Buddha did she offend me again!"

In the ring competition, there was a boss with a flowery arm, and Shen Manzhi didn't care about what happened behind him.

She didn't pause until a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist and she smelled a familiar scent of orchids on her nose.

Jackson had been beaten half to death. He rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, looking at her like knives with hatred and fear.

She lowered her head and leaned closer, her voice was like a devil, "Who is the loser?"

The hostility in the woman became stronger and stronger. Qin Yanfeng gently wrapped his arms around her neck and leaned into his arms.

His voice was hoarse and deep, "Be good and stop hitting me. Your hands hurt."

Jackson finally couldn't bear the pain and closed his eyes from exhaustion, tilted his head and fell down.

Shen Manzhi relieved himself, his eyes were filled with blood, and his eyes fell on the ground.

Her voice was dry and cold, and she leaned into his warm embrace, "I'm not good, I'm a disobedient person."

"Mr. Qin, do you regret it?"

(End of this chapter)