Chapter 877

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. I wish you a happy time." He also specially emphasized the words "play" and "happy". The guy who took out the pill looked very unhappy, and the few people who were beating the side drum were also unhappy, but they really couldn't say anything.

Who told Bai Lang to be their boxer now, and this kind of thing needs to be induced, forced... just relying on these few people can't force it. If it could be forced, others should have come forward. Now Bai Lang wants to leave, no one dares to stop him—but someone dares to call immediately after Bai Lang leaves. Since the plan to control this boxer with cheaper addictive drugs failed for the time being, it is better to return to the traditional way of buying with money.

In this way, the cost is higher, but the success rate is also high, and the atmosphere between the two sides will 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 US dollars and said that he hoped to fight a fake boxing match... Bai Lang almost laughed out loud, "Doing things so rough? At least everyone should chat and talk about future competitions, and then talk about the meaning above in a roundabout way, and finally touch money to buy me. This direct meeting is straightforward? But I like it."

Bai Lang looked at his agent, "Fake match? It doesn't matter, but it's best for you to choose a suitable one. If you want to cooperate with me, this acting is the most basic." Bai Lang didn't have any obsession with maintaining his reputation of being invincible—he had already grasped his martial arts, and winning or losing basically couldn't affect his confidence that he was the number one strong man in the world.

Bai Lang thought so, because he broke the first pass of the Golden Bell Shield, and the Tiger Form had already been achieved. Now he could be called a martial arts person—was there anyone else like this in this world? If he could also practice internal force, perhaps he could, but this world is afraid that he would not be able to practice internal force in the end. In the end, the heaven and earth are lacking, and the introductory practice of internal force is almost impossible to enter. I don't know if there are any experts who can approach him in the country, but there are probably none in Southeast Asia.

Fighting a fake boxing match had no effect on him, and it was not bad to get some money. However, Bai Lang's request was that he also wanted to play with guns. This was easy to handle. In Thailand, this kind of place was extremely loose. It was not a matter for such an organization to play with 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 pistols and long guns. "Dodging bullets is not realistic, at least not realistic now. But by judging the shooter's muscles and eyes and the sixth sense, he should be able to successfully avoid the fire line. To deal with enemies holding guns, he can only take the initiative 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 very quickly in a short distance, at least the person holding the gun couldn't react in time to shift the muzzle. "However, facing multiple gunmen, this is very dangerous." Bai Lang understood this very well. If it was 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 ten or so, I'm afraid it wouldn't work.

Then try to avoid letting yourself slip to this point. At least if he is allowed to play assassination, there should be no one who can block his attack—but Bai Lang didn't think about challenging the kind of place with surveillance everywhere.

However, these people never gave up on controlling him in a cheaper way, and Bai Lang also found that he seemed to have done the wrong thing—once the fake boxing match happened for the first time, it came one after another, and not only fake boxing, but even needed 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 sold addictive drugs.

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

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 the 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 swaggeringly.

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 smuggle to other countries. "With my ability, where can't I go?" Bai Lang thought, but before that, the criminal betting group seemed to be looking for him—who let him know a little bit about the group's selling of prohibited drugs.

It was not difficult to find Bai Lang. His appearance was still quite conspicuous—a height of 1.8 meters was also quite conspicuous in Thailand, not to mention that he had a handsome appearance, and as a Chinese, it was even more conspicuous—the temperament was different. And he was not in tourist hotspots like Bangkok. It was not difficult to find someone like him in ordinary rural towns in Thailand.

This time Bai Lang left without deliberately hiding his whereabouts. He still found a hotel to live in—relying on the bus to move between cities to see if there was any possibility of smuggling. 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 considered practitioners." Bai Lang smiled, and prepared on the side facing the door directly.

Of course, the other party wouldn't shoot immediately, but the door was suddenly kicked open with great force. These three were all professional boxers. The first person rushed over with a special cowhide shield. It seemed that they were also prepared, trying to pass through the porch safely. Bai Lang naturally saw the two people behind holding knives. He retreated the moment the door was kicked open, and the guy holding the cowhide shield rushed over, and Bai Lang just hit a long fist with a full posture from back to front... ===== CHAPTER 878 =====