Hong Kong Movies: If you don’t talk about money, then you should talk about feelings.

Ye Feng smiled with satisfaction, put one hand behind his back, bowed in a standard gentleman's manner and walked off the stage.

The boss who came here to find excitement quit immediately.

In their eyes, other people's fights were boring, and there was no one like Ye Feng who would interact with them.

Pointing in Ye Feng's direction, he shouted: "We want number 44!"

"We want number 44!"

"Number!"

"Number!"

Du Ziping, who was preparing to draw lots, was stunned.

Dadao, who sent Greyhound to the medical room, ran to Du Ziping breathlessly as soon as he came back.

"What's wrong? What did you do? Did you anger the public? Did you riot?"

Du Ziping said aggrievedly: "How could I? It was all caused by that kid, and now they want to see him on the stage!"

"Damn, what should we do next? We can't handle them!" Dadao was extremely anxious. Although he knew that Ye Feng was powerful, he was a newcomer after all.

Du Ziping said in embarrassment: "This...why don't you ask him in person?"

"Damn it, why didn't you say it earlier."

Oshima cursed in frustration, turned around and walked towards the ring.

Oshima personally came to Ye Feng's side, without the previous posture, "Brother Poison Bee, look..."

Ye Feng made a condition: "I can continue to fight, but the money I earn must belong to me!"

"The money you earn?"

Ye Feng said impatiently: "Just say you agree or disagree!"

Oshima didn't know what Ye Feng was up to, but the problem at hand was that he had to let Ye Feng try.

Otherwise, he and Du Ziping would be in trouble.

Oshima said with a hard heart: "It's up to you, whatever you say is what it is, as long as you can deal with them!"

Ye Feng patted Oshima's shoulder, took off the loudspeaker from a guard and walked back to the ring.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Seeing Ye Feng standing on the ring, the group of wealthy businessmen stopped making trouble.

Ye Feng took advantage of the silence and said, "I, Du Feng, thank you for your kindness, but we also have our own rules in Huoshao Island, but..."

Ye Feng deliberately whetted the other party's appetite.

After a few seconds of pause, he smiled and said, "But we at Huoshao Island have always regarded serving the bosses as our duty. You have all proposed it, how can we not agree? As for me..."

Ye Feng stopped talking halfway.

Gege, who was standing in front of the glass of the box, understood, and Ye Feng won a lot of face for him.

Not counting the initial bet, Gege, who won five million US dollars, was very generous.

He took out a stack of 100,000 US dollars from the suitcase he brought.

He walked out of the box and threw it at the fighting arena.

With Gege's lead, the others quickly followed suit, not stingy with the money on their bodies.

He threw it at the fighting arena.

It rained money instantly.

Stacks of banknotes fell into the fighting arena like snowflakes, landing on the fighting stage, making a rustling sound.

Ye Feng nodded gratefully in the direction of Gege.

He continued: "As for me, of course it doesn't matter. I'm willing to be beaten to death in the ring!"

In response to Ye Feng's words, the rich man raised his middle finger and said "tsk"!

Ye Feng reminded: "Brother Dadao, please find some people to help me collect the money. Brother Ping shakes two. The bosses are not stingy, so we can't be stingy either!"

The rich businessman shouted again after hearing Ye Feng's heroic declaration.

"Hit two, hit two!"

"We support hitting two!"

"Haha, I like this way, it's cool!"

".........."

Many of the female companions and female rich men brought by the rich businessman were wet, and their heads were tilted with the picture of spending a night with Ye Feng.

Du Ziping was also desperate, "clatter, clatter!"

"Number 2, number 11, were shaken out!"

Du Ziping reminded: "Please invite number 2 and number 11 to the stage!"

Number 2 was sturdy and strong, wearing tight clothes and pants, with bulging muscles, exuding the smell of strength.

On the other hand, number 11 was short and thin like a bamboo pole. He looked wretched and had an evil smile on his mouth, which made people hate him at first sight.

"Hey, let me go first, I like to play sadistic games!" The short and thin man licked his tongue and walked onto the stage.

Number 2 didn't care, standing aside with his hands folded across his chest.

Ye Feng was not willing to let number 11 perform a solo show. First, it didn't conform to the agreement between him and the bosses around him. Second, what he wanted was the sense of oppression on the battlefield, not a battle between life and death. How could he improve?

So Ye Feng pointed at the two with disdain, raised his thumbs with both hands, and quickly pointed his hands in the opposite direction to the ground.

The meaning of ridicule was very obvious.

"Damn it!"

The short and thin man was angry and shouted atYe Feng rushed over.

His speed was extremely fast, and his kicks were fierce, aiming directly at Ye Feng's throat and temple.

Ye Feng snorted coldly, and stepped back three steps to avoid the short and thin man's close attack.

The short and thin man's move failed, but he was not discouraged and immediately chased him.

"Do you really think I have no temper?" Ye Feng stretched out his right leg and kicked the short and thin man in the face with a whip kick.

Bang~

A muffled sound.

The short and thin man's whole face was deformed, and he flew back three or four meters and hit the guardrail made of iron mesh.

Ye Feng walked over and pinched the opponent's neck, exerted force with his waist, and took the opponent to do a 360-degree rotation.

There was a loud bang.

The short and thin man was smashed on the ring.

"Good!"

Gege couldn't help but applaud.

"Awesome."

"So exciting!"

"This is what fighting is all about!"

Seeing this result, the others praised generously.

Ye Feng, who had dealt with No. 11, looked at No. 2.

At this time, another owner of the box pressed the loudspeaker button.

"Add more!"

Ye Feng looked at Du Ziping in confusion.

Before he could explain, a bodyguard in the box came out with a box of money, handed it to the guard at the door, and whispered something in his ear.

After the guard took the money, he took out the intercom.

After a while, a rusty fire axe was delivered to No. 2.

With the addition of weapons, the atmosphere instantly reached a climax.

"Let's light this place!"

"Now we'll see."

"Wow, is it finally starting?"

"Tonight we can feast our eyes."

The audience was boiling.

No. 2 clenched the axe tightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

He had just thought about how to torture Ye Feng and even make him beg for mercy.

"Be prepared to be tortured!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, without saying any more nonsense, and looked at the other party vigilantly.

Gege, who had placed a heavy bet, was also ready to buy a weapon for Ye Feng at this time.

But seeing Ye Feng's confident smile, he was ready to take another look!

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the other party moved, and after a roar, he swung the fire axe at Ye Feng.

At this moment, Ye Feng also moved.

Seeing Ye Feng dodge the attack, No. 2 immediately changed his strategy. While one axe was slashing in the air, the other hand grabbed the axe handle and swept across.

Ye Feng rolled back easily, deliberately came to the edge of the iron net, and shook his hands.

Roared: "Louder!"

"Ah... Ah... .....!"

The women were the first to scream wildly.

The despised No. 2 was completely furious. With a roar, he swung the axe and smashed it violently at Ye Feng.

A strong wind came, but Ye Feng did not move at all, still shaking his shoulders in the same place.

Even the women thought Ye Feng was too arrogant and believed that he would definitely lose.

Only Gege raised her eyebrows and showed a surprised expression.

Gege stared carefully.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound came.

"Ah~!"

Followed by a scream, everyone was stunned to see that Ye Feng smashed No. 2's left wrist holding the axe handle with a punch.

No. 2 held his wrist and wailed in pain.

The fire axe hit the iron net, making a clanging sound.

Ye Feng simply bent down and took advantage of the other party pulling the fire axe to punch.

He slowly picked up the other party's axe from the iron net.

Ye Feng knocked the other person's face with the back of the axe and said, "It's your turn now."

Number Two was terrified and shook his head desperately and said, "No...no, I give up!"

"Give up?"

Ye Feng stepped on Number Two's cheek indifferently, raised the fire axe high, and said with a grin:

"I'll count to three, kneel down and kowtow to apologize, otherwise I'll kill you with an axe! One, two...!"

As soon as he loosened his foot, cold sweat ran down Number Two's forehead, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I apologize to you! Please forgive me."

Number Two was very scared and kept begging Ye Feng for mercy.

"Hmph!"

Ye Feng kicked the other person over and kicked him to the iron net, reminding him: "Kneel down!"

"Little brother, you did a great job!"

"What a cruel method, so cool, I love you to death."

"This is a man."

A group of women screamed again.

Ye Feng carried the axe on his shoulder and smiled at them.

These women were even more crazy, wishing they could throw themselves into his arms.

The wealthy people who were used to seeing killings were not disgusted by the drama directed by Ye Feng.

Instead, they felt a sense of freshness.

Some people took the initiative to increase the stakes.

"Three... three... three..."

"Dare toDare not..."

"Dare you?"

"Dare you?"

Ye Feng looked careless, but he became excited after hearing this.

Number 2, who was originally intended to be used to intimidate others, was now used as a drum by Ye Feng.

He flipped the fire axe and hit it with the back of the axe.

"Ah~!"

Accompanied by a scream, the spine of Number 2 bent, and two lines of blood sprayed out from his nose.

The whole audience was quiet now.

Many people were stunned.

No one thought that this guy was more brutal than they imagined.

Ye Feng carried the fire axe and shouted: "Deal, money...money...money...money! "

A bigger rain of money than the last one swept the fighting field again.

Three, four.

When it was one vs five, Ye Feng struggled to pierce the opponent's heart with a dagger.

He lay on the ring, looking at Ye Feng with tools all over the floor, and laughed wildly.

He crawled to the edge of the ring, leaned against the iron net and said: "Is there anyone alive? Bring me a cigarette!"

A sharp-eyed guard, carrying a sack behind him, ran over in a hurry.

Take the cigarette and light the fire in one go.

After Ye Feng finished smoking the cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt under the ring.

He panted and said: "One... take 10,000 yuan later, count it as my tip!"

The guard said excitedly: "Thank you, brother... Thank you, brother!"