Chapter 829

Bai Lang turned the cup in his hand, gently pushed the woman sitting in his arms to the side, and looked at the person who took out the pill, "No, I don't eat this thing. And..." Bai Lang drank the drink in the cup in one gulp, "I should go back to rest. Wish you have a good time." He also specially emphasized the words "play" and "happy". The guy who took out the pill had a very unhappy face, and the few people who were beating the side drums were also unhappy, but it was really hard to say anything.

Who told Bai Lang to be their boxer now, and this kind of thing had to be induced. Forcing it... just relying on these few people couldn't force it. If they could force it, others should have come forward. Now Bai Lang wanted to leave, and no one among them dared to stop him—but someone dared to call immediately after Bai Lang left. Since the plan to use addictive drugs to control this boxer at a lower cost failed for the time being, then return to the traditional way of buying with money.

In this way, the cost was higher, but the success rate was also high, and the atmosphere between the two sides would also be better. When Bai Lang returned to his residence, he found that the agent who handled the competition for him was already waiting for him. The agent was also direct, took out a stack of dollars and said that he hoped to fight a fake fight... Bai Lang almost wanted to laugh, "Doing things so roughly? At least let's chat and talk about future competitions, and then talk about the meaning above in a roundabout way, and finally touch the money to buy me. This direct meeting is straightforward? But I like it."

Bai Lang looked at his agent, "Fake fight? It doesn't matter, but it's best if you also choose a suitable one. If you want to perform with me, this acting is the most basic." Bai Lang didn't have any obsession with maintaining his reputation of being invincible—he had confidence in his martial arts, and winning or losing had no effect on his confidence that he was the number one strong person in this world.

Bai Lang thought so, because he had broken the first pass of the Golden Bell Shield, and the Tiger Form had also been achieved. Now he could be called a martial arts person—was there anyone else in this world? If he could also practice Internal Force, maybe he could, but this world was afraid that he would never be able to practice it. Ultimately, the world was lacking, and the practice of Internal Force could not be entered. He didn't know if there were any experts who could approach him in the country, but there were probably none in Southeast Asia.

Fighting a fake fight had no effect on him, and being able to get some money was not bad. However, Bai Lang's request was that he also wanted to play with guns. This was easy to handle. Thailand was extremely loose. It was not a matter for these organizations to play with a few guns in the countryside. However, for stronger weapons, these people wouldn't let him play. Pistols were the upper limit of these people—this was still because of Bai Lang's cooperation.

Relying on his powerful control over his body, Bai Lang quickly got used to the firing of pistols. What he wanted to understand was not the power of the pistol, but wanted to study how to resist the way of pistols and long guns. "Dodging bullets is not realistic, at least not realistic now. But through the judgment of the shooter's muscles and eyes and sixth sense, he should be able to successfully avoid the line of fire. To deal with enemies holding guns, he can only take the initiative to attack and kill him before he hits you."

Bai Lang was also thinking and simulating while resting. He should be able to do it, because his Lightness Skill speed could accelerate to a very fast speed in a short distance, at least the person holding the gun couldn't react in time to transfer the muzzle. "However, facing multiple gun holders, this is very dangerous." Bai Lang understood this point very well. One-on-one, he could completely ignore the person holding the gun, but one-on-many... Bai Lang didn't know how many he could resist, but if it was more than ten people, I'm afraid it wouldn't work.

Then try to avoid letting yourself slip into this step. At least if he was allowed to play assassination, no one should be able to block his attack—but Bai Lang didn't think about challenging that kind of place with surveillance everywhere.

However, these people had never given up on using lower-cost ways to control him, and Bai Lang also found that he seemed to have done the wrong thing—once the fake fight happened for the first time, it came one after another, and not only fighting fake fights, but even needing him to be a bodyguard—this was not a bodyguard for anyone. In Bai Lang's view, it seemed to be a bodyguard for those who trafficked addictive drugs.

Honestly, Bai Lang felt it was boring. He had some money now. Regarding the sale of this kind of drug, Bai Lang hated it deeply. "Sometimes I think I'm too easy to talk to." When his agent asked him to do something similar again, Bai Lang said such a sentence, and it was in Chinese. That agent was a typical Thai short black man, thin and dry, looking at Bai Lang and blinking—this person could understand some Chinese, and now he should be thinking about what this boxer was saying.

However, this person should be able to detect that the atmosphere was wrong, but before he had any reaction, Bai Lang had already pressed his neck, and this person collapsed on the chair and fainted. And when Bai Lang walked out, no one paid special attention to him, so this guy walked away like this.

Bai Lang's identity couldn't stand scrutiny, so he couldn't get a passport and couldn't go abroad—at least he definitely couldn't go to places like Singapore, but he could try to sneak into other countries. "With my ability, where can't I go?" Bai Lang thought, but before that, the criminal gambling group seemed to be looking for him—who let him know a little bit about the group's trafficking of prohibited drugs.

Finding Bai Lang was not difficult; his appearance was quite conspicuous—a height of one meter eighty was also quite striking in Thailand, not to mention he possessed the features of an imposing man, and as a Chinese person, he was even more eye-catching—his temperament was simply different. Moreover, he was not in a tourist hotspot like Bangkok; it was not difficult to find someone like him in ordinary Thai villages and towns.

This time Bai Lang left without deliberately hiding his whereabouts. He still found a hotel to live in—moving between cities by bus to see if there was any possibility of sneaking in. And now, he was sitting in the room, his ears moved slightly, "Someone is coming, three people, judging by the footsteps and breathing, they can be counted as practitioners." Bai Lang showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and directly prepared on the side facing the door.

The other party naturally would not start shooting right away, but it was true that the door was suddenly kicked open with great force. These three were all professional fighters. The first person rushed in carrying a special cowhide shield; it seemed they were prepared and were attempting to pass through the entryway unscathed. Bai Lang naturally saw the two people behind holding knives, and the moment the door was kicked open, he had already retreated. As for the guy rushing in with the cowhide shield, Bai Lang simply slammed a long fist with a full stance right into his face...