Chapter 67 Victory
on the ring

Bright red blood continued to flow out from the pierced wound.

Du Youbang's cheeks turned pale.

The tearing pain was constantly tormenting him.

Veins bulged on his forehead and his eye sockets were filled with scarlet bloodshot.

The removal of his lower jaw made it impossible for him to close his mouth.

The pain continued to erode my nerves, and I wanted to vent it out, but my left lung was completely pierced through, making breathing increasingly difficult!
Blood foam continued to flow out of the corners of his lips with his mouth wide open!
Du Youbang's face was slowly turning blue and purple, and the feeling of suffocation was getting worse.

Song Ren stood aside, staring at him coldly, and said, "What a pity! I have obviously avoided the most fatal heart area. I thought you could hold on a little longer."

But if only the left lung was pierced, it seems that it won’t last long.

Gee...

It's really useless.

Song Ren could only sigh slightly.

Then he stretched out one hand and grasped the handle of the tiger-head gold-engraved spear.

As Du Youbang's increasingly panicked eyes turned red, Song Ren clenched the gun tightly, his fingertips were already blue and white, the veins on the back of his hand were stretched straight, and he said sternly:
"drink!"

The tiger-head gold-engraved spear that had pierced Du Youbang's hands and chest and even penetrated a large section of the ring was pulled out by Song Ren in one go.

Du Youbang let out his final wail of fate as if he was dying.

His fallen body suddenly arched up his chest as the tiger-head gold-carved spear was pulled out.

The expressions on his face were almost distorted and squeezed together, and the whimpering sounds seemed to be playing the music of death.

Pain, numbness, suffocation, fear——

Countless emotions came rolling in.

In the end, it all turned into a deep sense of unwillingness!

The tiger-headed golden spear was dragged out from the blurred flesh and blood!

The bright silver tip of the gun had been completely dyed red, bringing out not only broken organ debris, but also a large amount of bright red warm liquid gushing out!

Song Ren swung the tiger-head gold-engraved spear and brushed off the broken meat on the spear.

The bright red blood slid down the gun in a line, and the blood on the tip of the gun dripped onto the ring.

The sound of blood dripping was very crisp.

The speechless audience outside the venue felt an even greater sense of shock.

All the emotions seemed to be piled up in the throat, neither going up nor down, yet difficult to describe!
……

Song Ren looked back at Du Youbang who was already lying dead, said nothing, turned around and walked off the stage.

Victory was already beyond doubt.

There were three weapon fights, and I won all three.

This was the perfect answer that Song Ren gave on the night of his first participation in a weapons fight.

The wealthy guests in the audience are becoming more and more enthusiastic about his pursuit.

This is also normal. Song Ren himself has already gained great popularity in boxing and kicking.

Now, he has achieved such an exaggerated record in the weapons fight.

With such strong capabilities, how could it not attract attention?

In fact, Song Ren’s achievements were more than that.

After winning three consecutive weapon fights, his cumulative victories reached eighteen times.

According to the rules of this building, he is now qualified to be promoted to become one of the champions of the top boxing ring.

At the same time, you can also get a certain percentage of dividends from Fusheng Building.

However, these things still require some procedures and cannot be completed in a short time.

At the moment, what really attracts people's attention is another more crucial king-to-king match after the recent fight.

On one side is Song Ren, who has won 18 consecutive games and won the new round of championship.

On the other side of the challenge was the boxing champion Liang Sheng, who had once dominated the entire Fu Sheng Building and stood on the top floor for several years. Even though Liang Sheng had not been on the ring for a year, his popularity was still terrifyingly high.

After all, it is Hutchison’s double-flower red stick.

Even though he rarely appears in the ring, his legend is everywhere in the world.

Hutchison Whampoa is the most famous community in Hong Kong Island today, and its double-flowered red stick is naturally the most famous among all the red sticks.

Chen Sheng walked out from the separate boxer passage.

He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes and a strong physique.

It truly deserves the name of Liangsheng.

Chen Sheng's appearance also made the atmosphere outside the venue, which had gradually calmed down, become noisy and restless again.

"Jingsheng, the flowers I've been waiting for you have all wilted!"

"Long time no see, Ah Sheng!"

"Ah Sheng, I have you beat this time, please don't let me lose!"

"Jiang Sheng, hurry up and wipe out those bastards!"

"We are looking forward to cheering for you again!"

I have to say that the wealthy people in the audience seats outside the stadium are always chasing the most dazzling figure.

Boxing champion Liang Sheng gained his fame by going several years without a single defeat.

Speaking of popularity, even though Song Ren is very famous at this stage, he is still a long way from boxing champion Liang Sheng.

You can tell from the feedback from the audience.

Song Ren's support rate instantly dropped a level with the appearance of boxing champion Liang Sheng.

He didn't pay attention to this, but turned to look at the boxer's passage.

There stood a middle-aged man in a black suit. He was from Fusheng Building.

He waved to Song Ren and said, "Ah Ren, come here."

Song Ren was stunned for a moment, but didn't ask anything and just walked over.

The man in the black suit straightened his collar and looked up and said, "Ah Ren, congratulations, you did a great job tonight, Master Li has praised you several times."

Song Ren raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Li is a big boss in Hutchison Whampoa.

He has a high seniority and prestige, and once briefly took over as the person in charge of Heji.

Even when Cai Shuangyu saw him, he had to respectfully call him "Uncle".

The Fusheng Building is mainly run by Mr. Li.

Cai Shuangyu only enjoys a share of the dividend rights here, and uses this method to get a share of the society's commission for Hutchison.

Song Ren had never met this Mr. Li, but he had heard of his name more than once.

He did not rush to ask the black-clad man about his purpose in speaking to him.

The man in black glanced at him and then said:

"Ah Ren, my name is Ah Fa, Hu Yao Fa, everyone who knows me calls me Da Sheng Fa."

At this point, he paused and changed the subject, "By the way, my younger brother is the unlucky referee whose thigh was pierced by the spear you kicked."

Song Ren said calmly, "Really? I'm really sorry."

Da Shengfa took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for himself casually, and then handed one to Song Ren.

Song Ren refused directly: "I don't smoke."

Da Shengfa blew out a puff of smoke and handed it over again: "Have one, it's very refreshing."

Song Ren just smiled, lowered his eyes and looked at the shadow on the ground.

 The first update is over. I haven’t written the second update yet because I’m not in good shape. I’ll continue writing tomorrow during the day.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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