Chapter 9 God, I want to go home...

Shaolin King Kong is not bad body magic power.

This is one of the five magic skills of Shaolin and one of the 72 stunts of Shaolin. The 'golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt' that people often say in martial arts, these top hard skills that have been passed down from Shaolin's King Kong's not bad body magic skills, which can also be said to be transformed by this unique skill.

The operation method of King Kong's not bad body magic power is Shaolin's mixed-yuan boy's skill, which is also the boy's skill practiced by Don Jack. And this kung fu is also called 'the most defensive kung fu' by people in martial arts. After practicing this magic skill, the appearance of the human body is like wearing gold armor, which can resist all attacks by external forces, so it got its name.

Once this magic skill is transformed, the whole body will turn golden yellow and become a real King Kong body. The higher the power, the better its defense effect.

In the previous life, Huiming, as a Shaolin martial arts monk, was proficient in one of the eighteen stunts, that is, proficient, that is, Huiming has already studied this stunt thoroughly and used it.

Unfortunately, Shaolin King Kong's bad body magic power belongs to the top external power. External power itself requires its own physical exercise, and with the current degree of the body, it is only a little running method and exerting a little utility.

However, this is enough!

Under the doubtful gaze of more than a thousand spectators, the black-haired boy, who was besieged by the crowd, suddenly stood still. He raised his hands up and down, and the center of his left hand was flat near his navel. His right hand stood, his fingertips to the tip of his nose, squatted down slightly, and then shouted, "Hold!"

This sound is like thunder!

The opposing player around him who was about to beat Jack Don was even scared. He almost fell to the ground with a trembling foot, but after reacting, they rushed up ferociously.

"Bight him! Hit him hard!" Felix on the sidelines shouted excitedly.

In the field, Jack Don stared angrily and stood still. Many off-courters thought that the black-haired boy was scared, and some of them even laughed.

With one punch, he hit his left face. Don Jack stood still, and his head did not shake anything;

A foot was put on his stomach, and Jack Don was still motionless. If there were no big footprints in front of his clothes, no one would believe that he had just been kicked;

A hard shell hit the top of his head. Jack Don didn't respond at all, but the expression on his face was even more ferocious;

......

This scene can really be described as punching, kicking and sticking, but the black-haired boy in the center has no reaction at all, as if none of this has happened.

At the beginning, there were still many on-site audience. In this solid physical struggle, they felt the boiling of blood and indulgence. They shouted excitedly to 'cheer' for this scene. After a while, the chaos on the sidelines gradually converged, because... The boy on the court doesn't seem to have been hurt at all?

"My God!"

He couldn't bear to see his player, especially Don Jack's injured fat man, Phil, finally took away the two pig hands on his face. Originally, he felt that he would see the black-haired boy lying on the ground with injuries all over his body. He had even thought about changing people, but the current scene made him call God!

That boy is fine!

My God!

God bless!

"Oh! Beautiful, well done! You pigs still want to beat my Jack. They really don't know how to live or die! Jack, kill them!" Fatty Phil shouted excitedly.

At this moment, Felix didn't shout anything more. He didn't know what his mood was, because the four players who beat the black-haired boy on the court all sat weakly on the ground... They are tired of fighting.

What's more, one of them still grinned with his right hand. Obviously, he was accidentally injured in the 'beating' just now.

"How can it be!" Felix reacted and didn't believe it was true. He looked to the left and said angrily, "Salopard! Salopard! Bastard!) Have you used all your strength on women**? Jones! You're still a boxer. You can't even beat an Asian boy. He didn't even fight back! My God..."

Felix was very annoyed.

Not to mention Felix, Jones, as a beating party, is also annoyed!

Jones is a professional boxer who has received formal boxing training since he was a child. He is tall and strong, and now he is also famous in Morocco.

Originally, because there were no games recently and it was impossible to participate in international events, Jones made a little money, not enough for him to squander, so he promised Felix to come to the gambling game.

A small gambling game?

It couldn't be simpler.

Jones thinks so. At least he knows that there are very few people who can really beat him in Morocco. Anyway, he is also a professional boxer. What can those gangsters who play black balls do?

That's what he thinks.

But Jones never thought that he would meet such a 'slippery' opponent!

Yes, it's slippery!

At the beginning of the game, Jones felt this way, because he punched a few times, did not hit the black-haired boy at all, and let the black-haired boy score a goal, and his team was in a backward position.

But now, Jones thinks this guy is released!

No matter how hard you hit yourself, they seem to have been bitten and tickled by mosquitoes. "This kind of magical and powerful person, if he really fights back, I'm afraid he is lying in the hospital now!"

"I should quit the game, so that I can be safe enough."

Jones is definitely a model of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. After he found that he could not beat the guy in front of him, and even there would be a physical danger for a while, he immediately felt that he should quit the game. No matter how important dirham is, he is not as important as his own body. As a boxer, Jones cherishes his body... In other words, he is big but timid.

Well, Jones is already scared!

As for the others?

The remaining three people around looked at the black-haired boy standing still in the middle with inexplicable and fearful eyes, and there was even a disdainful smile on the corners of his mouth. "This guy can't even hit it. How can he kick this ball?"

"Damn, this guy is going to call back later. I won't be killed, will I?"

"My God, I want to go home..."

Three people, three ideas, but there is no difference. They and Jones have similar ideas.

There are really few fools in the world, and there are few fools who participate in gambling games. The gangsters who play black ball in the slums of the north city of Marrakech know the truth of seeking good luck and avoiding harm. They don't want to spend a long time in **.

So what if you lose the black ball game?

It's just that there is no money to take, that's all, isn't it?

If they are admitted to the hospital, the annoying Felix will not pay them too much medical expenses, and everything will be borne by himself.

Driven by this idea and facts, several people looked at each other and walked to the sidelines tacitly. Looking at their bodies, they didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. They even looked like a triumphant warrior.

"What are you going to do? Go back to the field! Immediately, immediately!"

This scene almost made Felix, who was still cursing on the sidelines, almost exploded. He stared at several people angrily, especially Jones, and shouted, "What are you going to do? Do you want to quit the game? I won't pay half of the people who participate in the competition!"

Jones ignored him at all and went straight out along the outside of the court.

And the other audience at the scene also reacted.

Just now, they didn't believe the scene they saw in front of them: a thin Asian yellow man. He stood quietly and was besieged by four big men. They did everything they could to beat him, but they couldn't tremble the black-haired and yellow-skinned boy at all.

Is this true?

When Jones and others walked out of the court, the audience reacted from a frenzy and turned into an uproar. They discussed crazily. As for the departure of Jones and others? I'm afraid no one cares except Felix - who cares about a few losers?

Now, it is clear who will win or lose.

Most of the audience don't care about the gambling capital. After all, they are not the owners of the team, and they just bet a little. They care about the game itself, the excitement, and the talk about the game.

Especially the last point is the most important.

The audience comes here, one is to gamble, and the other is to be completely for leisure. The latter is obviously more important. Really crazy gamblers will not choose to gamble. They can go to the underground casino.

In a word, the audience is satisfied.

Because they have found a lot of talk. After the game, they can tell their relatives and friends about what happened in the game. Among them, the most important thing is this magical oriental boy: it turns out that Jack is so powerful that he must beat Jack's team to win next time!

"Well, unlike the superficial Jones, who is still a 'boxer'? What a soft egg!" After the game, many people said so.

And what about Don Jack?

After using King Kong's not bad body magic skills, his internal strength was consumed and his body was a little sore, so he stood still. However, after a while of recovery, he found that several of the opposing players had withdrawn from the game, which made Tang Jack feel puzzled.

"But the poor monk hasn't scored the second goal yet... And the game has just begun..." This is also Don Jack's sadness.

But the victory of the game came ahead of schedule, because Felix could not make up a complete team, and the eyes of other players on the field looked at Don Jack were also full of fear. In this way, it was obvious who would win or lose, and Felix was not arguing. He could only reluctantly admit the defeat.

"Oh, thank God! We won! We actually... Victory?"

Until the referee who blew the opening whistle announced that Phil's team had won, there were still many players in the Phil team who couldn't believe that they just came with a try before the game, so they didn't work very hard in the game, but now, the team is alone because of the black-haired boy. 'Fighty' won.

This is really unexpected.

They can win the game, but they also have a lot of commission to take. Of course, compared with Don Jack's commission, it's a big deal.

"Checkout!"

Don Jack didn't celebrate anything. In fact, the person he knows best on the whole court is Fat Phil. What's there to celebrate? It's better to take the money home and celebrate with his sister.

In the face of Jack Don's straightforwardness, Fatty Phil rolled his eyes, asked his assistant to take out two stacks of banknotes from his bag, stuffed it into Jack Don's hand, and laughed and said, "Jack, you are great! I knew you could do it, and I will continue to cooperate next time. As for the commission, I will send it directly to your home after I get the money.

Hearing this, Don Jack nodded with understanding.

It is definitely impossible to calculate the draw of these gambling funds so quickly, because now it is time to lose and earn money. Phil himself wants to know how much income there is, and at least in a few hours, Jack Tang's commission will definitely not get it until at least tomorrow.

How much it was? Don Jack didn't know, but he turned the two stacks of money in his hand: "At least it's not less than this."

Jack Don is in a good mood after winning the game and getting his salary.

Now, he and Li Xue live together. What he needs most is money. Every penny is very important. It is a big expense to provide Li Xue for school in Morocco. What's more, Jack Don also wants them to live a rich life, which must require more dirhams.

"This is the first one. The poor monk will earn more in a while!" Returning home and looking at these two stacks of banknotes, Don Jack said silently in his heart.