Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 15 Gao Jin: I bet 500 million promissory notes!
On the ring, there was a bang.

King Kong's arms were like two thick shields, easily blocking Lin Mosheng's punch.

In the first blow, Lin Mosheng didn't retreat, neither did King Kong, but it was obvious that Lin Mosheng didn't take advantage.

King Kong couldn't help but sneered and said, "That's it?"

Lin Mosheng didn't respond with his mouth, his eyes were clear and indifferent like the moon.

The retracted left fist swung out again.

Get caught, swing again, get caught, swing again.

In the middle, King Kong also thought about fighting back, but his speed was only about 7 points. The fist he swung was under Lin Mosheng's [cat's eye], and it was as slow as a snail, and he was easily dodged by feinting.

Knowing the difference in speed, King Kong instantly changed his strategy. Since Lin Mosheng wanted to fight, it depends on how long he can fight!
Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

As long as Lin Mosheng's muay thai boxing can't break through his defense, then with the physical strength bonus brought by his many years of training in the iron cloth shirt, he can consume this kid to death!
King Kong's body was bent down, his shoulders were raised, and his face was hidden between his arms.

His iron cloth shirt is not perfect, and the seven orifices are still the key.

But except for the seven orifices, the hard skin is like the bark of an old tree, and the muscles are like hard stones in the process of tempering.

Lin Mosheng didn't realize it, or he just regarded King Kong as a sandbag.

One punch, two punches, one after another, like fine raindrops, hit King Kong's body, and there was a sound of beating a drum.

The high-intensity, continuous punches also made Lin Mosheng's fair muscles glow bright red. He is like a machine whose output power has been pulled to the extreme.

It may run away at any time, and it may explode at any time.

Such a hard-fought battle completely mobilized the enthusiasm of all the audience in the stands. They roared and screamed, wanting to see which of the two off-court fell first.

"Brother Jin, isn't the boxing match tonight not bad?"

Dongxing's crow spoke, but when he was always arrogant, he unconsciously carried a little compliment when he spoke to the 40-year-old man in front of him.

The middle-aged man combed his hair back, well-dressed, half-closed his eyes, peeled off the chocolate, bit it off happily, and looked towards the ring, "It's really not bad."

Where there are gambling games, there is naturally his gambler.

Gao Yi, the second and fifth cousin behind Gao Jin, leaned over and said in a low voice, "Brother, is it wrong for us to beat that kid to win?"

Although he doesn't practice martial arts, he has seen a lot, so he naturally has some sharp eyesight.

Muay Thai can't break through the defense of the iron cloth shirt, just like a lion can't bite through the rhinoceros armor, and it will be dragged to death if dragged.

Although his voice was low, there were quite a few people watching the excitement around him.

The God of Gamblers, Gao Jin, claims to be invincible in gambling. It is rare to see Gao Jin lose once today.

Lei Bao from the Bamboo Union Gang next to him sneered, "This is a boxing match after all, not a card game. It's normal for the God of Gamblers to lose one or two hands."

God of Gamblers Gao Jin raised his eyes, "Gamble?"

As he spoke, he took out a stack of bills from his pocket, picked out one, flicked his fingers, and made a pleasant sound.

"This is 500 million HSBC bank notes. I still bet on Sir Lin to win."

"Gao Jin!" Lei Bao glared.

The reason why he sneered was because Gao Jin had smashed a gambling house under him before.

Gao Yi didn't understand why his cousin wanted to gamble, and just as he wanted to dissuade him, Gao Jin stopped him with his hand, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

Even if he is Gao Jin's cousin, it's Gao Jin who really speaks.

Lei Bao glanced at the boxing ring below, and said bitterly, "Okay, I'll bet with you!"

While the two were talking, the situation on the boxing ring also changed.

Punching frantically consumed a lot of Lin Mosheng's physical strength. Although his physique is higher than that of ordinary people, it has not yet achieved a qualitative change.

The storm-like fists obviously slowed down, and the skin became more and more crimson, like a machine being stretched to its limit.

It's time to fight back!
King Kong was sure that Lin Mosheng was at the end of his strength, and the opponent's speed was no longer as unpredictable as a civet, but within his reach.

After Lin Mosheng threw another punch, taking advantage of this gap, King Kong gave up his rock-solid defense and opened his arms, like an old bear hugging a tree.

Once Lin Mosheng was caught by him, he would have no escape.

Facing King Kong who was rushing towards him like a brown bear, Lin Mosheng's eyes became calmer, like mirror lakes.

The other party is waiting for this opportunity, and so is myself.

His lower body is like a bow, and his right shoulder is like a shield.

Bajiquan's ultimate move, sticking to the mountain!

thump.

The two collided like beasts, making the sound of drums and hammers.

It was like Lin Mosheng's first punch, but this time it reached the highest point of the drum sound.

Then the 'drum' broke.

The dark energy that Lin Mosheng had punched into King Kong's body before, sprang up under this blow against the mountain.

Just like the unsealed underground spring after the cold winter, it is cold and torrenting.

The strength of the fist unscrupulously penetrates the body of Vajra Bailian, along the meridians, piercing the internal organs!
Vajra's giant bear-like body flew up and landed four or five meters away, spitting out bright red pieces of internal organs from his mouth, but his eyes were dull looking at the incandescent lamp.

He didn't understand why he lost until he died.

Lin Mosheng exhaled a foul breath, as if checking whether King Kong was dead, and took the opportunity to step forward and grab the white ball of skills in his hands.

lost?

The audience was silent.

Even the crown prince, experts like Lei Bao, didn't understand why King Kong lost suddenly.

Then came the general cheers.

"Heisha!"

"Heisha!"

"Heisha!"

In the past two days, Lin Mosheng's reputation as a black and white Shuangsha finally spread through the little brother with the prefix D.

And now, everyone recognizes the name.

Gao Jin looked at Lei Bao with a smile, "It seems that I am lucky today."

Lei Bao got up angrily, but he was afraid of the bodyguards around Gao Jin who were about to draw their guns, so he left the auditorium without saying a word.

Gao Jin's voice came from far behind, "Don't forget my 500 million."

Crow was silent for a while, then smiled and said to Gao Jin, "Brother Jin still has eyesight."

Gao Jin glanced at Lin Mosheng below again, and asked Gao Yi, "Is he really just a small patrolman before?"

Gao Yi nodded slightly.

Gao Jin thought for half a second, then picked up the HSBC exchange ticket on the table, but instead of taking it back, he handed it to Gao Yi, "Give this exchange ticket to Sir Lin, and thank him for helping me keep the God of Gamblers. This is his title."

Gao Jin spread his hands and looked at the younger brothers around him, shrugged and smiled, "To be honest, if I hadn't been lucky enough to meet Sir Lin today, I might have lost. Do you think it's interesting?"

He laughed to himself.

People around also agreed, but they became more and more afraid of Gao Jin.

As expected, he is worthy of being the ever-prosperous God of Gamblers, and he picked himself out in a few words, not only winning over the kid below, but also without leaving a trace.

High, it is high!

(End of this chapter)