Chapter 828

The field of professional fighting is actually not cruel—if it is a regular fight, but underground fighting is another matter. Because of his identity, Bai Lang might not be able to get on those rings under the lights—those people also knew that he came from the north and didn't have a real identity, so wasn't such a person the fresh blood naturally needed for underground fighting? And if you want to control an underground boxer, then the simplest means are money and violence, plus addictive substances.

However, Bai Lang had no interest in these—in another nine years, he should transmigrate back, what's the use of money? Violence, he didn't want to tear his face for the time being—as for addictive substances? Whoever dares to bring this over, that's really an old birthday star hanging himself, thinking his life is too long.

"It should be useless..." After knocking down his opponent again, Bai Lang thought so in the lounge. It was indeed useless. The opponents he faced were already quite powerful, and some even had records of killing people in the ring. However, they couldn't even walk a move in front of him. Bai Lang also once wanted to try not to take action first, letting those people play a round of the martial arts they were good at, but he found that these people's martial arts were just fighting techniques, and had no reference value for his martial arts.

"As for the blood Qi of killing people? I already had it long ago." Bai Lang thought so, and did so. The martial arts he practiced were originally biased toward the technique of elephant shape. When practicing, he had to think about being like a tiger and leopard, and he had to be able to penetrate the whole body's strength in every casual attack. So he practiced the Tiger Form, and now he had the Golden Bell Form—it was just that the Internal Force hadn't been thick enough to form a big bell.

Thai boxing is always fierce. Fists, feet, knees, and elbows are all sharp weapons for hitting people. And the protection of underground fighting is even worse. Boxing gloves can be said to have almost no effect of protecting both sides, and there is only a pair of shorts on the whole body, and there is no groin guard or mouth guard—those who come to watch and bet just want to see the scene of flesh and blood flying. And Bai Lang had already fought more than ten games in it. Although he was a victorious general, it seemed that he was always difficult to arouse the fanaticism of the audience.

Because his fighting was really lacking in explosive points, usually it was just a sudden rush forward, followed by a palm or a punch, and the opponent fell to the ground and fainted directly—and basically wouldn't leave any sequelae of injury, just fainted. This was too unbloody and not liked by the audience. However, his winning rate was 100%... This made the gambling group behind the scenes feel a bit annoyed—it was not easy to arrange the odds like this... This person was plain and didn't seem to have any audience edge, so it was better to freeze him... Maybe use addictive drugs to try to control him? If possible, no one wanted to use violence to force him.

That is how the matter came to be. Bai Lang did not look very old, appearing to be about eighteen or nineteen. As for his appearance, he was quite dirty when he was a little beggar, but after joining the Chang Le Gang, he was able to wash himself clean. Later, as a leader of the thugs in the agency, he became obsessed with martial arts and rarely went out to beat people, so even though he was fifteen or sixteen, he looked like he was eighteen or nineteen, yet he was surprisingly handsome. In fact, once his eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose fully developed, Bai Lang could be considered very handsome—regardless, with his silkworm-like eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a nose like a hanging gall, and clearly defined, thick, and powerful lips, plus a square face, he would certainly be considered a man of imposing appearance once he reached his twenties.

Such a man, those people thought that he could definitely take him to try the world of flowers, and one by one, he could use women and drugs to control him. If it was said that because of this, the strength declined... with his strength level, there was no decline so fast. Anyway, the underground boxer was still counting on ending his life? It was enough to let these people make a profit in a well-planned gambling game—even if it was just tens of thousands of dollars, the person in front of him was already worth the price. As for Bai Lang's life and death, it wouldn't be in the eyes of these people at all.

This day, after Bai Lang finished practicing—at the moment, his martial arts were limited to this world and I'm afraid it was difficult to make progress, but the kung fu of tempering strength, circulating Internal Force, and absorbing that mouthful of purple Qi at sunrise every day would not be saved—this kind of thing was practiced or not, it all depended on himself. When the time came, he knew he had to be responsible for himself. The agent who had been managing for him brought a few girls and a few kind-looking teenagers, "Let's go out and relax together." This person said.

Bai Lang, in this short period of time, had learned some Thai—Bai Lang picked up a part of his English level. In this kind of tourist country, learning other languages by comparing them was not too difficult. "Go out and relax." Bai Lang looked at the few women and smiled, "If it's beaches, seawater, etc., it seems not bad."

"Eh? What's the point of that? Go to the bar, go to the KTV, that's where young people should go." The guy who led the team said. Bai Lang was indifferent. Anyway, he didn't hate interpersonal communication. Besides, with his current martial arts and Internal Force, drinking a little alcohol really couldn't affect him—if he practiced to this level, his liver function was active, and if there were no special ingredients added to the alcohol, he could completely achieve a thousand cups without getting drunk.

"Can I enter meditation and practice the small cycle in the music of 'dong chi da chi'? Maybe it has a special effect?" Bai Lang thought so, and his feet followed those people. "The ears are full of decadent music, and the eyes are full of dissolute women." Bai Lang also had a trace of smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the noisy scene in the bar—at this time, the group was in a booth. Those women tried to pull Bai Lang to dance several times, but he didn't follow, so later those women just leaned on him or sat directly in his arms.

Bai Lang acted as if nothing had happened, and could be called sitting in the arms without chaos. He also held a drink in his hand instead of alcohol, drinking it one by one, but occasionally chatted with those women—they all spoke English, and he understood everything. Of course, sometimes he had to respond to the requests of those women and touch them—instead, Bai Lang's eyes were calm and calm, and naturally, there was no reaction in his body. It was just that on the corner of his mouth, there had always been a hook-like smile. "Laughing without taboo, but True Qi can not be chaotic at all, and walk the small cycle. This is indeed quite effective." Bai Lang said so in his heart.

"Come! Be more lively! Here, good stuff!" Among the few teenagers who played together, someone took out a pack of pills—Bai Lang had already seen them winking at each other before this... "Oh?" Although Bai Lang basically knew it in his heart, he still said "Oh" to cooperate with them. "What is this?" Bai Lang asked knowingly, "Good stuff to be hi-flipped! Relax, big brother, take one." ===== CHAPTER 829 =====