The Crazy System Exchanges In City

In the eyes of the public, the win or loss of the game is really strange.

But Liang Chen didn't think much about it at that time. He only used 40% of his strength. However, he didn't expect that the a-pujia was so resistant to beating that he was easily solved by Liang Chen.

In the private room, fan Yueyue opened her eyes and crawled in front of the glass window. She opened her mouth and said in surprise, "I'll go. Your boss is so powerful that he can't stand up with one punch. Is this too exaggerated?"

Lu Sen, who is sitting on the sofa, already knows what kind of skill Liang Chen is.

There was no surprise on his face when this scene happened.

"My boss, he's not an ordinary person. He can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen. If any woman can become my boss's wife, the happiness index in her life will be the highest ever."

Fan Yueyue takes a contemptuous glance at Lu Sen and knows that this little brother will say so.

Just a little praise just, incredibly so arrogant up.

She regained her consciousness and continued to pay attention to the movement of the challenge arena and said with a grin: "ha ha, that person just couldn't fight. In my opinion, it's just good luck. Look, now there are three people on the challenge arena. I think your boss will come in vertically and go out horizontally this time."

At this time, the Pujia, who had fainted in the arena, was carried down by the staff of the Boxing Association. Three men in their early twenties stepped forward to the arena.

"Let's not talk nonsense. You are a senior boxer like APU Jia. We don't believe that you're not playing fake boxing. Now we're going to fight one of you. Don't kneel down and ask granddad to sue grandma."

"That is, we three together, you boy is ready to take action, give you a wake-up call, the best ambulance call now, or soon injured, don't die on the way to rescue."

"Hum! Now tell me honestly. If you tell me about the fake boxing, maybe our brothers will consider giving you mercy, or we won't blame us for being rude! "

The three young men stood on the ring, all rubbing their hands, saying more and more sarcasm, waiting for Liang Chen to explain the fight against fake boxing.

Liang Chen sneered.

How can such a thing be possible.

Isn't it embarrassing for him to admit that there is nothing at all?

He picked up his eyebrows, looked up at the three little farts, raised his right hand, raised his middle finger and said scornfully, "you can up, nocannobb!"

In the face of Liang Chen's provocation, the anger of three little fart children was immediately ignited by him.

Without saying a word, the three men rushed to Liang Chen at the same time with their fists. At this time, there were many onlookers under the stage. They also wanted to verify with their own eyes whether the man who knocked down a Pujia with one punch was a fake one.

After all, everyone has made a lot of bets. The people under the stage are like fighting chicken blood, and they all want to ask for an explanation.

Now it happens that three people have come to the stage for certification. Of course, the people under the stage are willing to see it clearly. After all, they are all members of the underground boxing association. They are all familiar with each other.

On the contrary, these people are very strange to Liang Chen. After all, Liang Chen has not been in the underground boxing club for a long time, and the most basic social intercourse has not yet started. It is quite normal that they don't know each other.