Chapter 9 Gymnasium
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Fei Xian Chong
Chapter 9 Gymnasium
Lin Hong smiled slightly: "Did you know that in Huaguo, guns are not allowed."
As Lin Hong approached step by step, Stick's mind collapsed, and he raised his pistol and shot himself directly in the head.
Blood splattered everywhere, but Lin Hongling stayed where he was.
"died?"
Lin Hong couldn't bear to look directly at the bloody scene. To tell the truth, he had already called the police and planned to let the police come to take this person away, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this...
Stick's corpse stimulated Lin Hong's nerves, making him sick for a while.
Using a teleportation talisman, he went back to school.
"Shuyao, let's go..."
"Why is your face so pale?" Shu Yao noticed something was wrong with Lin Hong.
Lin Hong smiled wryly. He couldn't say that he just watched someone commit suicide.
Exhale: "Let's go back."
"Ah."
Shuyao could see that something was wrong with Lin Hong's condition. She was very worried, but she couldn't ask any questions.
Send Shuyao home first, then walk to the villa.
The day passed, and I almost died...
When he got home, he saw his mother had stood up and was cooking in the kitchen, while the nanny he invited was sweeping the floor in the living room.
Yesterday he got a elixir, which can cure his mother's illness.
Now that he saw his mother standing up again, a warm feeling came from his heart.
"Son, is this house really your father's?"
"Of course, when did I lie to you?"
At the dinner table, Lin Hong smiled slightly. Sometimes, simple lies can make people feel at ease.
At night, when he had nothing to do, he went out to pick up trash.
It's not without purpose for him to pick up trash now, and it will be much easier to find a nearby waste station.
Just like that, Lin Hong swept across two scrap yards, and was about to go home when a phone call came suddenly.
"Hey?"
"Brother Lin..."
"Is it still about boxing?"
"Okay, I just need you to help me with something."
Hang up the phone, maybe there is something that Zhang Kuang can do for him.
When he came to the street, Zhang Kuang said that someone would pick him up later.
About ten minutes later, a car stopped in front of him.
"You are Mr. Lin Hong, please get in the car."
After Lin Hong got into the car, the driver quickly stepped on the accelerator, not daring to delay for a moment.
An underground black fist, divided into VIP seats on the second floor and ordinary seats on the first floor.
At this time, Zhang Kuang, who was on the second floor, only hoped that Lin Hong would come over quickly, otherwise, their Zhang Group might go bankrupt overnight.
"Son, can that friend of yours really beat him?"
"Definitely!"
Zhang Qingfeng let out a sigh of relief: "At that moment, all the money will be put on that friend of yours."
This is also a helpless move. Now that they have lost too much, they can only give it a go.
He also tried to invite nearby boxing champions, but none of them were opponents of the man in the audience.
On the arena, a blond foreign man raised his hands high, stepped on a Chinese man's head, and laughed wantonly.
It was too easy, these Chinese people were like weak sheep to him.
"Who else, is there no one who can fight?"
McCain yelled, and the Chinese people outside the ring also booed.
He kept beating the foreigners and making them a fortune, but under the booing of almost everyone, Zhang Qingfeng, the insolent father, had no choice but to send people to fight again, his heart was bleeding.
"I am coming."
When the fight started again in the arena, a voice sounded from behind Zhang Kuang. Zhang Kuang looked in surprise, and it turned out to be Lin Hong.
He hurried forward: "Brother Lin, I'm sorry to trouble you, and I will help you do whatever you ask in the future."
It was his father, Zhang Qingfeng, who looked at Lin Hong and frowned.
Can he do it?
It wasn't that he looked down on Lin Hong, but Lin Hong was really thin, and he was afraid that he would be knocked down in a second in the ring.
This is an underground black boxing game, not some play trick.
"Well, I'll go get ready first."
Lin Hong nodded and went downstairs directly.
It's so late, it's better to finish playing early and go back early.
"Father, don't worry, Brother Lin will be fine."
Zhang Kuang said to his father, but his father sighed, smiled wryly and shook his head.
Could it be that the Zhang Group, which I have been running for more than 30 years, is about to collapse today?
"Hahaha, aren't you afraid that I'll punch you to death?"
On the ring, McCain looked at Lin Hong, who was a head shorter than him and had no tendons all over his body, and laughed.
Not only him, but also the audience outside the ring, putting all their money on McCain.
I can make another fortune!
"Hurry up if you want to fight, I still have something to do."
Lin Hong frowned slightly and rubbed his fist.
McCain shook his head and held out a finger: "One punch, I can put you in the hospital with one punch."
"With this kung fu nonsense, you have already punched."
Lin Hong's tone was extremely impatient. As the game started, McCain punched Lin Hong. As long as he hit him, he believed that the little guy from China in front of him could only spend the rest of his life in bed.
Seeing his fierceness, Lin Hong couldn't help frowning.
Since you are so merciless, then I have no choice but to accompany you.
The same punch, unpretentious.
The fists of the two collided, and Lin Hong's body trembled slightly. On the other hand, McCain knelt on the ground, clutching his arms and screaming.
The arm has been deformed, and the fist is even more shattered.
How can it be?
He looked at Lin Hong's face. At this time, this face was the face of a devil, which was deeply imprinted in his heart.
"McCain, what's wrong with you!"
Another foreigner climbed onto the ring and ran to McCain.
He is McCain's manager, and seeing McCain's serious injury, he was sweating profusely.
"McCain! McCain!"
He snarled at McCain, who had passed out, that he was so injured that he might not be able to punch in the future.
Lin Hong ignored him, but was about to turn around and leave.
The audience in the audience roared angrily, saying it was a fake punch, while Zhang Qingfeng on the second floor looked at Lin Hong differently and let out a sigh of relief.
"Son, make a good friend of yours."
Zhang Kuang nodded, this is natural.
Lin Hong walked out of the boxing ring and sent a message to Zhang Kuang.
"Help me open a waste station, and don't sell the garbage you collect."
After doing this, Lin Hong nodded in satisfaction.
In this way, I can do whatever I want with my golden finger.
On the other hand, although Zhang Kuang was very strange to Lin Hong's request, he had no choice but to agree.
The next day, Lin Hong came to the school, but found that there was no class in the morning. Just as he was about to go back, Zhang Yi rushed to the class.
"There are foreigners in the gymnasium who find fault, saying that Huaguo is trash, and no one can beat it!"
"So crazy? Go and have a look."
Most of the boys in the class ran out.
Shuyao came to Lin Hong's side: "Shall we go and have a look?"
Anyway, having nothing to do, Lin Hong agreed, and then walked shoulder to shoulder with Shuyao to the gymnasium.
(End of this chapter)
Lin Hong smiled slightly: "Did you know that in Huaguo, guns are not allowed."
As Lin Hong approached step by step, Stick's mind collapsed, and he raised his pistol and shot himself directly in the head.
Blood splattered everywhere, but Lin Hongling stayed where he was.
"died?"
Lin Hong couldn't bear to look directly at the bloody scene. To tell the truth, he had already called the police and planned to let the police come to take this person away, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this...
Stick's corpse stimulated Lin Hong's nerves, making him sick for a while.
Using a teleportation talisman, he went back to school.
"Shuyao, let's go..."
"Why is your face so pale?" Shu Yao noticed something was wrong with Lin Hong.
Lin Hong smiled wryly. He couldn't say that he just watched someone commit suicide.
Exhale: "Let's go back."
"Ah."
Shuyao could see that something was wrong with Lin Hong's condition. She was very worried, but she couldn't ask any questions.
Send Shuyao home first, then walk to the villa.
The day passed, and I almost died...
When he got home, he saw his mother had stood up and was cooking in the kitchen, while the nanny he invited was sweeping the floor in the living room.
Yesterday he got a elixir, which can cure his mother's illness.
Now that he saw his mother standing up again, a warm feeling came from his heart.
"Son, is this house really your father's?"
"Of course, when did I lie to you?"
At the dinner table, Lin Hong smiled slightly. Sometimes, simple lies can make people feel at ease.
At night, when he had nothing to do, he went out to pick up trash.
It's not without purpose for him to pick up trash now, and it will be much easier to find a nearby waste station.
Just like that, Lin Hong swept across two scrap yards, and was about to go home when a phone call came suddenly.
"Hey?"
"Brother Lin..."
"Is it still about boxing?"
"Okay, I just need you to help me with something."
Hang up the phone, maybe there is something that Zhang Kuang can do for him.
When he came to the street, Zhang Kuang said that someone would pick him up later.
About ten minutes later, a car stopped in front of him.
"You are Mr. Lin Hong, please get in the car."
After Lin Hong got into the car, the driver quickly stepped on the accelerator, not daring to delay for a moment.
An underground black fist, divided into VIP seats on the second floor and ordinary seats on the first floor.
At this time, Zhang Kuang, who was on the second floor, only hoped that Lin Hong would come over quickly, otherwise, their Zhang Group might go bankrupt overnight.
"Son, can that friend of yours really beat him?"
"Definitely!"
Zhang Qingfeng let out a sigh of relief: "At that moment, all the money will be put on that friend of yours."
This is also a helpless move. Now that they have lost too much, they can only give it a go.
He also tried to invite nearby boxing champions, but none of them were opponents of the man in the audience.
On the arena, a blond foreign man raised his hands high, stepped on a Chinese man's head, and laughed wantonly.
It was too easy, these Chinese people were like weak sheep to him.
"Who else, is there no one who can fight?"
McCain yelled, and the Chinese people outside the ring also booed.
He kept beating the foreigners and making them a fortune, but under the booing of almost everyone, Zhang Qingfeng, the insolent father, had no choice but to send people to fight again, his heart was bleeding.
"I am coming."
When the fight started again in the arena, a voice sounded from behind Zhang Kuang. Zhang Kuang looked in surprise, and it turned out to be Lin Hong.
He hurried forward: "Brother Lin, I'm sorry to trouble you, and I will help you do whatever you ask in the future."
It was his father, Zhang Qingfeng, who looked at Lin Hong and frowned.
Can he do it?
It wasn't that he looked down on Lin Hong, but Lin Hong was really thin, and he was afraid that he would be knocked down in a second in the ring.
This is an underground black boxing game, not some play trick.
"Well, I'll go get ready first."
Lin Hong nodded and went downstairs directly.
It's so late, it's better to finish playing early and go back early.
"Father, don't worry, Brother Lin will be fine."
Zhang Kuang said to his father, but his father sighed, smiled wryly and shook his head.
Could it be that the Zhang Group, which I have been running for more than 30 years, is about to collapse today?
"Hahaha, aren't you afraid that I'll punch you to death?"
On the ring, McCain looked at Lin Hong, who was a head shorter than him and had no tendons all over his body, and laughed.
Not only him, but also the audience outside the ring, putting all their money on McCain.
I can make another fortune!
"Hurry up if you want to fight, I still have something to do."
Lin Hong frowned slightly and rubbed his fist.
McCain shook his head and held out a finger: "One punch, I can put you in the hospital with one punch."
"With this kung fu nonsense, you have already punched."
Lin Hong's tone was extremely impatient. As the game started, McCain punched Lin Hong. As long as he hit him, he believed that the little guy from China in front of him could only spend the rest of his life in bed.
Seeing his fierceness, Lin Hong couldn't help frowning.
Since you are so merciless, then I have no choice but to accompany you.
The same punch, unpretentious.
The fists of the two collided, and Lin Hong's body trembled slightly. On the other hand, McCain knelt on the ground, clutching his arms and screaming.
The arm has been deformed, and the fist is even more shattered.
How can it be?
He looked at Lin Hong's face. At this time, this face was the face of a devil, which was deeply imprinted in his heart.
"McCain, what's wrong with you!"
Another foreigner climbed onto the ring and ran to McCain.
He is McCain's manager, and seeing McCain's serious injury, he was sweating profusely.
"McCain! McCain!"
He snarled at McCain, who had passed out, that he was so injured that he might not be able to punch in the future.
Lin Hong ignored him, but was about to turn around and leave.
The audience in the audience roared angrily, saying it was a fake punch, while Zhang Qingfeng on the second floor looked at Lin Hong differently and let out a sigh of relief.
"Son, make a good friend of yours."
Zhang Kuang nodded, this is natural.
Lin Hong walked out of the boxing ring and sent a message to Zhang Kuang.
"Help me open a waste station, and don't sell the garbage you collect."
After doing this, Lin Hong nodded in satisfaction.
In this way, I can do whatever I want with my golden finger.
On the other hand, although Zhang Kuang was very strange to Lin Hong's request, he had no choice but to agree.
The next day, Lin Hong came to the school, but found that there was no class in the morning. Just as he was about to go back, Zhang Yi rushed to the class.
"There are foreigners in the gymnasium who find fault, saying that Huaguo is trash, and no one can beat it!"
"So crazy? Go and have a look."
Most of the boys in the class ran out.
Shuyao came to Lin Hong's side: "Shall we go and have a look?"
Anyway, having nothing to do, Lin Hong agreed, and then walked shoulder to shoulder with Shuyao to the gymnasium.
(End of this chapter)
