I killed the film and television world

Chapter 39: Boxing Tournament
Du Youbang looked at Tong Peipei's silhouette as she suddenly went crazy.

After a brief moment of surprise, his eyes became increasingly hot.

Hiss, I was wrong, this girl is so hot!
Last night, Tong Peipei acquired him from Xu Jiaqi in exchange for Lu Zhengyang's boxer quota plus an additional reward of 500,000.

Xu Jiaqi also gave face.

Of course, another point is that Xu Jiaqi keenly sensed the evil nature of Du Youbang.

This former community leader is still unwilling to be lonely.

He was worried that he couldn't control it, so he simply agreed to Tong Peipei.

If she likes this dangerous guy, just give him to her.

Du Youbang was quite satisfied with the fact that he switched to boxing under Tong Peipei's name. He was actually a little bit covetous of Tong Peipei.

She has beauty, money and power.

As long as he wins this round of boxing, he has enough confidence to defeat Tong Peipei.

This woman seemed to be longing to be a good fighter from the bottom of her heart.

And with Tong Peipei's help, officially escaping from Stanley Prison would no longer be a troublesome problem.

However, today's scene made him recognize the woman in front of him again.

Behind her cold and handsome appearance, she seems to have another side that is unknown to the public.

Tong Peipei's eyes turned slightly cold, from the voiceless ghost to Du Youbang:
"Next time, you better be quiet before I speak."

She was obsessed with seeing Song Ren's skills again.
Especially at such a close distance, it would be such a pleasant scene if you could appreciate it.

She felt herself getting wet just thinking about it.

However, this boxer under my command is really disappointing. I have given him opportunities, but he is useless.

And it made him sick of me!
What a waste!
Tong Peipei stared through the huge floor-to-ceiling window at Song Ren who had already walked down to the stage.

As if aware of his gaze, the figure below suddenly stopped, then turned around and looked up.

Those clear, fearless pupils made Tong Peipei couldn't help but put her hand on the glass, and her breathing became slightly quickened.

Du Youbang, who was standing by, saw the scene clearly and couldn't help but frown.

It looks like if I can't beat that guy, I'll never be able to get this girl.

Du Youbang's eyes darkened slightly.

The old man with white hair and a youthful face came over, bowed his head and said to Tong Peipei respectfully: "Madam, that young man's skills are not simple."

Tong Peipei retracted her gaze, and a smile appeared on her cold face again:
"Of course."

"Uncle, you didn't see it before."

"That guy beat three adult pit bulls to death without any injuries."

"That process alone showed the exquisite poking foot technique, the essence of Tan leg, and the very solid hand skills."

"Tsk——"

"The leg techniques of northern martial arts, the grappling techniques of southern boxing, and the fancy moves of weapons."

"Under that hearty fighting style, even if you, Uncle, were to fight in person, I'm afraid you would have to admit your age."

The old man smiled instead: "Oh, that's pretty impressive."

Du Youbang, who was listening quietly nearby, was surprised again at this moment.

He came from a wild background and had a ruthless spirit that refused to admit defeat.

Later, after he got started in life, he also came into contact with Sanda and Muay Thai, and consulted many masters, which formed his current unique fighting style.

He is rather dismissive of the traditional martial arts passed down in martial arts schools.

Because most of the martial arts masters he had met were just fancy-pants fighters, and occasionally there were a few who had some skills, but they were no match for him.

When I heard Tong Peipei's words at this moment, I was shocked again.

The old man noticed his expression and said with a smile, "Why, you agreed to transfer from Xu Jiaqi, don't you know that the lady used to be a martial arts master?"

"..."Who knows! Du Youbang remained calm and just lowered his head silently.

Just living under someone else's roof temporarily.

In the ring, no matter what, I am not prepared to lose to anyone else.

……

three days later

Song Ren welcomed the first match he was scheduled for after signing up for the boxing tournament.

During these three days, apart from exercising in the gym of Fusheng Building, he spent the rest of his time eating and sleeping in the hotel.

I basically spend every day between these two points, without much entertainment in my life.

Even Feijizai had some doubts as to whether the boxer he was in charge of was a monk.

This life is too restrained.

Fu Sheng Building, top floor VIP room.

Zhu Baoer sat on the soft sofa, holding a pink and white teddy bear pillow in her arms.

Sitting next to her was an elegant man in a silver-gray suit and black leather shoes.

He seemed to be somewhat resistant to the atmosphere of this place. He put his hand to the tip of his nose and seemed to smell the nauseating sweat odor:
"Baoer, this kind of low-level, ugly boxing match is not worth paying attention to."

"If you really want to see it, we can book a top-level UFC event."

Zhu Baoer frowned slightly: "Huo Qisong, I didn't ask you to come with me."

"Okay, I won't persuade you anymore." Huo Qisong acted dotingly.

But I caught a glimpse of two extra people in the room out of the corner of my eye, and I felt a little unhappy.

"What are you doing standing here like an idiot? Go downstairs and fight. Can't you see that Bao Er is already unhappy?"

Feijizai quietly pulled the hem of Song Ren's clothes.

Song Ren said to Zhu Baoer, "Miss Zhu, I'll go downstairs to prepare."

Zhu Baoer nodded, and at the same time apologized for her fiancé's arrogant tone:

"Well, be careful."

"And don't take it personally. He always talks like this."

"By the way, after this fight, I'll treat you to a big dinner."

"Winning or losing."

Song Ren and Feijizai left the VIP room.

However, when he opened the door and walked out, he could still hear Huo Qisong's slightly arrogant voice:
"Bao'er, you have such a good temper. For these money-seeking boxers, no matter how polite you are to them, it's not as good as throwing a stack of money at them."

"I believe they will thank us with gratitude."

As soon as you walk out of the VIP room.

The airplane boy spat to the side and said angrily:
"Fuck you, you look down on people."

"Ms. Zhu is so beautiful, but she has such a fiancé. She is really unlucky."

"Brother, you are right, right?"

Song Ren didn't say anything, but walked along the corridor to the boxer's preparation seat.

The circular arena was covered with a huge metal cage, and the surrounding lights completely illuminated the arena.

All the cameras outside the venue have been set up, and the audience seats of more than a hundred are packed. It can be clearly seen that all of them are elites dressed quite smartly.

Suits, cheongsams, watches, hairspray, perfume.

There was no strong lingering sweat odor of the middle and lower classes, but the eyes that revealed expectation and enthusiasm were exactly the same.

In front of each of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows of the 28 circular VIP rooms on the third floor, one or more prominent figures were standing and watching.

(End of this chapter)