just kiss me

Chapter 44
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after one day.

midnight show.

Jincheng's largest underground boxing ring.

Song Miao was wearing a mask, and stood calmly in the corner of the arena, tying black bandages on his hands.

The black tights on her body tightly bound her beautiful curves, and her silver hair was tied high and tied into a ball head.

The clear amber eyes were able to pass over the sensual dog and horse under the ring, and moved to the burly man on the opposite corner.

tank.

The new boxing champion who has been all the rage in the underground boxing arena in recent years, has a sturdy figure and strong explosive power.

Song Miao felt that she might have a half chance of winning, or, she could win all games!

"Miao Miao, be gentle, it's fine if you faint." Liu Yin tugged on Song Miao's trousers and said, "Don't hurt anyone, the boss is watching from upstairs, save some face, so you can get away."

Song Miao raised her eyes slightly, stared at the wisp of smoke in the corner stands on the second floor, and nodded slightly, as if provocative.

The man stood up, holding the hand holding the cigar on the black railing that was glowing with cold light. The man came out from the darkness, his bloody muscles were tightly bound by the black suit, as if he was suppressing his nature.

He stared at Song Miao, turned around and said something to the person in the darkness, and sat back in the darkness again.

The game started with the shouts of spectators.

Unarmed combat is Song Miao's favorite way to vent.

Pain is really painful, and cool is really cool.

Especially when there is only one breath left, the infinitely magnified desire to survive, and the game of death, and then, she wins.

Cool to the bone.

……

Tank's hard fist slid past her ears, and the wind of the fist wrapped in killing intent poured into her eardrums and magnified in her limbs, with a strong sense of warning.

It seems to be saying: "Chicken, don't know what is good or bad!"

The next moment, Song Miao grabbed his wrists with both hands and folded upwards, and fell over his shoulders, throwing him onto the cold floor of the arena.

Amidst the tank's screams of pain, she grabbed his right hand and cut it backwards, stepped on his broad back with her condescending lips.

At this moment, she stared at the ants under her feet, watching him struggling in pain, trying to pick up her shattered pride.

Tank fought hard, and grabbed Song Miao's wrist with his left hand.

Song Miao let go of his hanging right hand, jumped away lightly, and a roundabout kick swept across his side.

The tank pushed back a few steps and hit the pillars of the ring. After stabilizing his body, he was pushed back to the center of the ring by the assistant behind him.

He took a mouthful of blood and sneered: "I really underestimated you."

He took a step back and assumed the serious posture of a fighter.

Song Miao clenched his fists and took a step back.

After dozens of back and forth rounds, Song Miao's right cheek was already swollen, and the blood at the corner of her mouth dried up on her porcelain-white skin, making her look like a bloodthirsty ghost crawling out of hell.

The cheers from the audience were deafening, the atmosphere of the boxing match became more and more intense, Song Miao's smile became more and more ruthless, and his eyes were bloodthirsty.

When both of them were out of breath, Song Miao blocked Tank's hard punch with both arms, and took a step back with his right leg to stabilize his body.

She let out a laugh, and a ruthless coldness appeared in her eyes.

Half attack and half defense is enough, it's her turn!

The thin fingers clenched slowly.

She is fast.

In a few moments, Tank was strangled by her thick neck, the arms on his neck were tightened, and the man's face was pinched with thin hands.

Tank reached out and grabbed her shoulder, trying to pull her back in front of him.

Song Miao kicked him hard at the crook of the leg, strangled his neck and threw him into the ring.

Tank spat blood and passed out.

Song Miao sat down on the ground, kicked him, and snorted coldly: "It's boring."

"Wow--"

The shouts from the audience bombarded Song Miao's eardrums. She glanced coldly around the audience, and jumped off the ring amidst the laughter of the crowd, and landed beside Liu Yin to remove the bandages on her hands.

Suddenly, a man in a suit and leather shoes came up behind her, and suppressed all voices with a cold voice: "Miss, our boss please."

(End of this chapter)