The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 82
This time, I will fight for him.

The staff didn't know where this young man came from, his body was so thin that it would collapse in the wind, but he wanted to go to the boxing ring without shame.

"Sir, we don't have such a rule in the arena." The staff persuaded with displeasure. They were aggrieved enough to follow Wang Tiechuan, but now a troublemaker came.

Song Ye naturally knew that there were no rules in this boxing ring, so he put on his white sweater cap slowly, turned around, and stretched out his thumb to the shouting man on the ring, and slowly turned his thumb down while the opponent was in a daze .

"Little devil, come up, I want to fight you, if you want to be just right for him, I will fight you, come up!" The man in the fighting state couldn't stand the provocation at all, and immediately yelled loudly on the ring Yelling, wishing he could rush down and face Song Ye directly.

Song Ye glanced at the staff just now, "Can I go up now?"

The staff froze there, and finally had no choice but to nod helplessly, because it was black boxing, as long as someone was willing to go up and punch in the arena here, there were no rules at all.

When Song Ye, dressed in white and white trousers, with a white hood covering his small face, stood on the ring, the surrounding stone walls were silent for several seconds, and then the guests roared even more intensely.

"Fuck him to death, beat him to death!" Those customers who bought a man to win excitedly waved their fists, waiting for the man to punch the frail boy to KO.

"Go away, let Wang Tiechuan come up, waste our money, let Wang Tiechuan come out!" The few customers who bought Wang Tiechuan to win yelled and cursed, and threw their tickets on the ring before they even started.

Looking at the ticket at Song Ye's feet, the man opposite showed an excited smile, "Don't worry, you will be completely torn up by me later like the waste paper on the ground..."

"Come here if you have the ability." Song Ye clenched his fist and greeted the man with one hand, without giving way in any way.

And Qu Bai, who was drinking coffee and talking about things in the VIP seat, just turned his head and looked down. He was so scared that he choked on a mouthful of coffee, "Ahem, isn't that a brat? He ran down to compete, and this is too messy."

Hearing this, Qin Zhan frowned, and this was the first time he cast his eyes on the boxing ring. Sure enough, he saw Song Ye in white clothes and trousers on it. His first reaction at that time was that he wanted to lead someone away. down.

"No, this kid doesn't understand the rules here, and it will be too late if something happens." Qu Bai had already stood up first, and hurriedly asked the waiter to lead the way. As soon as he moved, Qin Zhan caught him up the arm.

"It's too late." As soon as Qin Zhan's deep voice fell, he heard a clang, and the bell rang for the start of the match in the arena, and the two on the ring had officially fought.

Even if you rush down at this time, it is already too late.

Qu Bai sat back in his seat, frowning so much that he could kill a fly, his eyes fixed on the ring.

But seeing that the frail young man whom everyone was not optimistic about faced the attack of a powerful opponent, he was not knocked down by a single move.

Not only was he not knocked down, but the man who had looked contemptuous just now felt something was wrong when he fought Song Ye. The young man seemed to be thin and fragile, but he could block his punch with one arm. Strength is trained, a punch weighs a hundred catties.

"Come on, kill him, kill him!"

Amidst the carnival shouts around, the man punched and struck violently in an attempt to make a quick victory.

But his speed was fast, and Song Ye's speed was also fast. Standing on the ring again, those fighting skills seemed to have been fused into her bones and blood. She blocked the opponent's attack with one hand, and still had a free fist to fight back.

Bang bang bang, every fist is aimed at the most vulnerable head of the opponent. Boxing is no better than assassination. Its most attractive thing is violence.

The roaring around had already changed the direction of the wind. They were deeply attracted by every punch the young man made, and the violent elements in their blood were fully mobilized. They began to roar and cheer for Song Ye. They only hoped that Song Ye could punch faster and harder. It's better to beat the opponent to death.

In the second half, the man no longer dared to punch anymore, and instead used his legs to attack, covering his head with his hands.

With a bang, Song Ye kicked the opponent to the sidelines as soon as he lifted his foot. The man bumped into the rubber band, feeling his stomach churn, and spit out a mouthful of water with a bang. Seeing that he was about to bounce back and be beaten passively, the man As soon as he gritted his teeth, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his ankle, a cold light appeared on the bandaged place.

"Ah!" The moment he rushed back to the field again, the man roared, raised his leg and swept towards the boy's head hidden in the hat.

The sound of the wind suddenly swept over, and the speed of the opponent was extremely fast. Song Ye turned her head and raised her arms to resist the opponent's ankle. Her body froze, her whole arm shook violently, and her nerves were almost crushed in all directions.

The knife hidden on the opponent's ankle stretched a lot with the force of the impact, and it had pierced through her arm at this time. If it turned around and swept over, her arm would be cut off at the root.

In the blink of an eye, her mind quickly made a judgment. She raised her other hand, bent her index finger, and slammed on the opponent's ankle.

"Hmm..." The man let out a muffled grunt, and his whole foot left like an electric shock. With a crisp cracking sound, his ankle bones were also cracked.

As the contact points between the two sides separated, the blood gushing from Song Ye's arm quickly stained the white sweater red, which looked shocking.

"The other party is cheating!" In the stands, Qu Bai clenched his fists, his brows and eyes full of deep worry.

Qin Zhan also had a dignified face. The amount of bleeding alone was enough to judge that Song Ye was seriously injured at this time, and this kind of insidious trick was also the reason why he didn't want Song Ye to participate.

Under the boxing ring, Wang Tiechuan stood up abruptly and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by the staff. He stared at the thin back with red eyes, "Boss..."

Blood dripped down his fingertips, splashed on the ring, and bloomed into coquettish flowers. Song Ye untied Wang Tiechuan's belt, strangled it on his main artery to stop the bleeding, tied the cloth strips tightly with his teeth, and stained his lips. The blood was on it, which set off the white chin, and the bright red corners of the mouth looked like a vampire.

The moment she lowered her arm, the man opposite took advantage of her unpreparedness to attack again and hit Song Ye's head hard with his fist. This punch exhausted all his strength and was enough to smash Song Ye's head.

And the moment he approached, the figure in front of him flashed and disappeared from his field of vision. At that moment of being stunned, there was a bang, and he felt a severe pain in his heart, and he left the ground , Flying straight to the outside.

(End of this chapter)