Chapter 345 Former Veteran

"Amano Bar? I haven't heard of it." Wang Zheng curled his lips and said, "Is it a Thai shemale or a black dance?"

"Neither." Han Xingye shook Wang Zheng's arm vigorously and said, "Are you going or not?"

"I won't go if you don't tell me." Wang Zheng smiled and said, "I'm not interested in this kind of nightclub."

"I'll go with you." Shangguan Shishi couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted.

"No." Han Xingye simply refused, grabbed Wang Zheng's arm and said, "I'm going alone with Wang Zheng today."

"Han Xingye, you white-eyed wolf, you have been with me for so long, and you have forgotten your friends. It's too much, too much." Shangguan Shishi looked at Wang Zheng and then at Han Xingye, with a disdainful look in her eyes: "Well, you go. My sister and I are watching TV at home. I don't like Wang Zheng's color. I'll give it to you."

"Shi Shi, you are jealous." Han Xingye said with big eyes.

"What kind of vinegar do I eat?" Shangguan Shishi stared at Wang Zheng again and said, "I'm telling the truth."

"All right." Han Xingye said, "Then why did you stop me when I take Wang Zheng out?"

"Okay, I won't stop you, Han Xingye, wait and see." Shangguan Shishi sat on the sofa angrily, hugged her pillow and continued to watch TV.

"Go ahead and remember to come back early." Shengfei nodded to Wang Zheng and Han Xingye.

"Go!" Han Xingye pulled Wang Zheng's arm and forcibly dragged the latter out in his trousers and vest.

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"Auntie, what are you going to play this time?" Wang Zheng drove the car with a bitter face: "Every time you pull it out, there must be nothing good. It's either a scapegoat or a hitman. Tell me, what are you doing here this time?"

"Have you ever hit a black fist?" Han Xingye asked mysteriously.

"Black Fist of China?" Wang Zheng shook his head: "I really haven't played it."

"Then I'll take you to see it tonight, okay?" Han Xingye said with an excited face.

Wang Zheng said, "To be honest, I'm not interested."

What Wang Zheng said is indeed the truth. He has never played Chinese black boxing, but he has been wandering in the underground black boxing market in the whole Americas for several months, defeating many masters and seeing the darkness of human nature. In the 99th battle, he has won 99 wins. At present, Wang Zheng is also one of the few black boxing in the United States to maintain a complete victory record. One of the people. Of course, several other people also withdrew from the boxing world one after another because of their age, and Wang Zheng did not get the opportunity to fight with them.

In almost two days in a game, Wang Zheng almost messed up the American black boxing market with his own efforts.

Black Fist is a field that ordinary people will never touch and never imagine. Cruelty, struggle, bloodthirsty, madness and death together cannot accurately define Black Fist. On that continent, there is the most boiling black boxing market, the most bloodthirsty boxing fans, and the highest bets that are constantly set in records.

Some European super-rich will bet there. The richer people are, the crazier they are. The richer they are, the more they prefer this perverted hobby. They are not only satisfied with the boxers in the ring, but also want to see bloodshed and death.

If the world is magnificent, then that place is dark.

There, Wang Zheng's code name is "Ven Soldier".

He was once asked by the challenger to participate in the decisive battle in the cage. As the name implies, two boxers were locked in an iron cage. After one of them died, the other living party could only get out of the cage. As long as you walk into the cage, it means that the boxer begins to do a choice question about life and death - either die or life.

Wang Zheng didn't want to be so bloody, but in that dark world, you can't be kind to others, because kindness to others is cruel to yourself. Not only will your opponent not appreciate you, but also seize every opportunity to defeat or even kill you. Here, no one can unconditionally insist on his kind heart, and so can Wang Zheng. After suffering several losses and leaving a few scars because of his soft heart, he has also become a cruel man, vicious, simple and neat, leaving no hidden danger. A legend about "old soldiers" is slowly unfolding.

A veteran who always wears a mask, but no one can take off his mask. Ninety-nine people, all failed and were KO.

Of course, when Wang Zheng found that the ring was slowly changing and devouring his mind, he decisively left the market full of violence and money. There are some things that can disappear over time, and some things about the light of human nature need to continue to stick to.

That year, the "veteran" simply disappeared into the black boxing market in the Americas. In the same year, an unscrupulous guy who claimed to be the "evil king of the East" also began to set off a bloody storm in the dark world of the West.

Therefore, when Han Xingye mentioned the black fist of China, Wang Zheng's eyes unexpectedly revealed a trace of remembrance.

"What, do you look down on the black fist of China?"

Wang Zheng shook his head: "That's not true, but Huaxia's black fist should not be so bloody and violent."

"That's true. Try not to kill people in China's ring. If you really want to beat you to death, then solve it in private."

"How do you know that?" Wang Zheng's eyes had a playful look.

"Since I brought you here today, naturally I did my homework." Han Xingye supported her swollen chest and said proudly, "And I have done my homework."

"Then I really expect what kind of surprise you can bring me." Wang Zheng vaguely felt that what happened tonight was not simple: "First of all, I won't go to the stage to fight. Now I have passed that high-profile age."

"If you are not allowed to come on stage, even if you go up, you may not be able to beat others." Han Xingye said disdainfully.

"You even used the exciting method?" Wang Zheng laughed and said, "But it's a pity that I don't like this." Wang Zheng knew that Han Xing's reason for pulling herself here at night must have been some kind of attempt. Of course, her purpose is still unclear at present, and Wang Zheng has to force this little girl to say it herself.

"Actually, I know that you must have played black fist abroad, right?" Han Xing turned around and asked.

"I haven't played it."

"You have fought."

"I didn't."

"Don't deny it." Han Xingye took out his mobile phone, pointed to a photo inside, and said, "Look, is this you?" How dare you lie to me!"

"It's not me." Wang Zheng glanced at the photo, expressionless and plain, and then slowly parked the car on the roadside.

In that photo, a man in a black stretch jacket and a black mask is standing in an iron cage, and behind him are countless carnival audiences.

"What's the parking for?" Han Xingye smiled and said, "Are you scared by my photo?"

"Han Xingye, what on earth do you want to do?" Wang Zheng turned his face and showed some coldness in his eyes: "Why investigate me?"

"Because I like you." Han Xingye said, "I like you. Naturally, I want to know everything about you. You have had several girlfriends, slept with several people, and had several one-night stands before. I want to know all this."

So, Wang Zheng was immediately defeated, and his cold eyes collapsed in an instant.

"To tell the truth." Wang Zheng really can't stand this little girl.

"Answer me first, is this 'veteran' you?"

"Is my answer important?" Wang Zheng touched his nose and said, "Even if I say no, you still think I am."

"That's true." Han Xingye said, "In fact, when the veteran won 50 games, his game video was already on the tables of various national security departments, and Huaxia was no exception."

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "What does this mean? Does it mean that they attach great importance to this veteran?

"They came to the conclusion - this is a coaxing Chinese man."

"Why are you an islander, why are you not a Korean, why are you not a North Korean? This guy is wearing a mask, even an American can do it!"

Wang Zheng was explaining that he did not expect that he would attract the attention of so many countries.

However, Han Xingye looked at him like an idiot.

"Why do you look at me like this?"

"Do you know what is the favorite sentence for veterans to say during the game?"

"What? That kind of environment is so noisy that the camera can't even record this, can it?

"Fuck." Han Xingye nodded and said, "Every time that guy named veteran is hit, he will say a fucking sentence."

"So, do you think this person is not from China?"

At this moment, Wang Zheng wanted to cry without tears.

"Moreover, I have carefully watched all his videos. When this veteran made moves, he made good use of his right fist and left elbow. The left and right are very balanced, and there are no obvious flaws in attack and defense. Maybe you haven't noticed that this veteran likes to turn around and elbow and flirt with his legs like you. Of course, there are more important ones. At one point, this veteran walks with his left shoulder one centimeter lower than his right shoulder, and he likes to scratch his nostrils when he wins.

"Is I that indecent?"

"Yes." Han Xingye said affirmatively, "You like to play nose shit."

"Are you an FBI undercover agent? FBI or CIA? At this time, Wang Zheng really admired Han Xingye's mind. This little girl looked careless, but in fact, she was very careful. It was a pity not to enter the public security team.

"Of course, you don't have to worry, that is, I have more contact with you to suspect that person is you." Han Xingye said, "Those big bureaucrats of the Ministry of National Security must have thought of it."

"What if I'm a 'veteran'?" Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and said, "What's your purpose?"