Chapter 901

Bai Lang concealed the situation of Sayoko raising a host outside—last time he did see Sayoko's Ahegao—but this was the world of Kengan and Conan, not the world of adult manga, not the world where she would follow orders and do whatever she wanted after Ahegao. If you want to make a woman a slave because of this, go dream.

You can't even push too hard, otherwise it will really be a fish-dead-net-broken situation.

And this time, Bai Lang threatened a little bit on the phone—but didn't mention money. As long as you don't mention money, it won't cause a bigger deficit. Just calling her over to have a go... it won't arouse Sayoko's fish-dead-net-broken psychology. Japanese women really don't care much about chastity.

Besides, Bai Lang is indeed *big* and good, and can easily make Ahegao. Not to mention anything else, at least in this feeling, he is definitely much stronger than her husband.

Sayoko is now also in the taboo pleasure of back-betrayal, and has a feeling of breaking the jar. So don't look at her surface reluctance, the inside of her clothes is already wet, and her skin shows a faint pink color. Bai Lang let her enter the door and directly started giving orders. Sayoko, with a face full of resistance, didn't stop her hands...

This world is really quite relaxed. Even the Kengan match is far less fierce than the King of Fighters he came into contact with before. The upper limit of the world is different. Coming to this world this time should be a simple transition—Bai Lang had played with Sayoko less than ten times, and the new Kengan match came.

This time it was amazing, it was completely the election of the Kengan Association Chairman—a very simple election method, whoever's fighter wins to the end, whoever is the chairman. And representing the media group was Bai Lang—no mistake, the advertising company grew too fast, so that two matches completed the snake swallowing the elephant, growing into a group giant enterprise.

Of course, the debt exploded. They were just gloves taken out by a higher-level consortium. However, gloves also have to struggle—if they can win a few games, even if they can't be the chairman, they can greatly reduce the debt pressure, thereby truly having the right to speak and becoming a group enterprise.

Bai Lang had no pressure. In this competition on Kengan Island, he was too lazy to remember the names of those guys—left and right, they were just trash that would be knocked down in one hit. Why remember them?

These people were a bit unscientific—fighting athletes whose muscle density was several times higher than normal people appeared. Every one of them here was a muscular man. Compared with them, Bai Lang was the one whose muscle lines were not so exaggerated. However, he knew very well that his combat power was something that these people couldn't stop even if they added together...

In the first round of battle, in front of him was a tall, thin Muay Thai fighter who looked like a steel bar. He just didn't know if he would fire "Tiger Tiger" and hit "Tiger Upcut." This time Bai Lang didn't knock him down in one hit, but took a pose and circled with this Muay Thai fighter. "Tiger won't fire, Tiger Upcut doesn't exist, even the Tornado Fist can't be hit, what use are you?"

The other party didn't notice anything, still working hard to output to Bai Lang. It had to be said that the power and viewing degree of Muay Thai were not bad. Although Bai Lang stood still and the other party couldn't break his defense, since he was posing, he had to raise his arms to pretend. After fighting for a long time, Bai Lang finally hit the opponent's chin with a suddenly erupting hook punch.

The Muay Thai fighter collapsed like a golden mountain toppling or a jade pillar falling, his eyes rolling back and foaming at the mouth—without a doubt, a single punch had given him a concussion. Bai Lang had been very merciful in delivering that blow; the force wasn't great, and the hook looked more like it had grazed his chin, but the shockwave traveled to his brain, causing a concussion that incapacitated him immediately. There would be no lasting damage, just nausea, vomiting, and sleepiness for two or three days.

After one victory, Bai Lang also watched the battle in the auditorium—here were celebrities and sages, the real "shadows" behind the Ri Ben government, and even people from foreign consortiums invited. They naturally also bet to play—compared to the money and status involved in the competition, it was small money like a game.

The destruction in the battle was quite fierce. These people still had the ability to smash a stone or two, and fist-to-flesh was still a bit ornamental. For Bai Lang, an expert among experts, he could also absorb a little bit of experience from it—these people had no internal force, no true Qi, would not mobilize the primordial Qi of heaven and earth, had no prominent sound and light effects, and of course, the power was not worth looking at. But precisely because of this, they tried their best to temper their muscles and skills.

"There is something to see." Bai Lang said. Digging out every bit of power in the subtle places, the skills and efforts reached perfection, and Bai Lang nodded slightly. As far as he was concerned, perfection in skills was no longer so important. The grasp of the timing was better than the skills. The two fighters in front of him were fighting each other with all their strength, and both sides gave up defense and bombarded with all their strength.

This greatly aroused the extremely vulgar and rude desires of the big shots and beauties watching the battle. The human nature of liking blood battles was displayed vividly here. "Really bloodthirsty." Bai Lang was also one of them, just that he didn't wave banknotes and throw underwear.

Watching the two people quickly become blood gourds, the violent attacks splashed blood and flesh in all directions, and finally one person fell to the ground—but he was the winner, because after this guy stood up, the other person was already standing on the spot "standing to death." This was the first time Bai Lang saw death in the arena—"One dead and one seriously injured? If there wasn't a replacement quota, this company would be over."

This was indeed a battle more real than no-holds-barred fighting. No-holds-barred fighting sometimes had to be divided into levels, while this Kengan fighting didn't divide weight levels at all, and naturally didn't divide men, women, old, or young. There was no forbidden hitting part on the field—at most, protective gear was only allowed to be installed on the crotch. This was the last kindness of Kengan fighting.

Mouthguards didn't count as protective gear. If you wanted to bite one, you could bite one. The problem was that with the force of these people's shots, the mouthguard could at most protect a little bit of teeth, and the facial bones could still be broken... After the first death appeared, the competition became more and more bloody. Almost every match was blood and flesh flying, although there was no second dead person, there were already several groups where both sides died together and were seriously injured.

Such a competition could only be judged by the referee's review and counting points—"The flowing gambling money is almost over 10 billion yen, right?" Bai Lang also muttered while looking at the real-time changing odds. Fighters here could have everything—from food to beauties, as long as you hadn't been eliminated... ===== CHAPTER 902 =====