Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1029 The light of the yellow race!

In the afternoon, on the northwest side of Pattaya City, Pat Street.

The Uncle Sam's Club next to the Citi Naval Base was packed with people and the noise was deafening.

The club has two floors and is very large. It used to be a place similar to a bar, but now it has been temporarily converted into a fighting arena.

At this moment, on the ring in the center, there were two figures fighting and killing like wild beasts.

One of the two sides fighting was a tall, thin and muscular Asian. Judging from his gray complexion, he should be from Southeast Asia.

The person who was fighting with him was a strong black man who looked like a bull. This guy had dreadlocks. He was not too tall and very strong. His shiny muscles were all rolled up and down, as if they were about to explode.

This tall, thin Asian is obviously a Muay Thai player.

Every time a black man throws a punch, especially an uppercut or swing, he always subconsciously wants to raise his knees to defend. At the same time, when he attacks, he always raises his legs habitually.

The black man with dreadlocks uses a standard American boxing frame. He is powerful and heavy, with flexible steps. He is also particularly good at combining uppercuts and hooks.

"boom!"

Taking advantage of the flaw exposed when the tall and lanky man subconsciously raised his knees again, the black man keenly seized the opportunity and delivered a brutal lower uppercut that hit his chin like a heavy cannon.

This punch was so solid that the tall and thin man's eyes instantly went straight, he lost consciousness, and he fell down on the ring like a wooden stake.

However, the black man with dreadlocks did not stop there. The moment the man fell to the ground, he suddenly bent down, crossed his hands, and hammered the man's head like a pile driver.

"Shut up!"

The audience immediately became excited and booed, but it was of no use. Although there was a referee on the stage, he just held his arms and showed no intention of moving.

As for bare boxing, you have already signed a liability exemption agreement before the match, so naturally it does not matter whether you live or die.

In addition, only by seeing blood or dead people can we stimulate to the greatest extent those Citizen soldiers in the audience who are psychologically distorted due to fear of war and have nowhere to vent their energy.

"Bang! Bang!"

The black man was like a crazy beast, his fists were like hammers, hitting the man's head fiercely one after another.

In just a few blows, his face was completely distorted and his flesh was bloody. Looking at this posture, he was either dead or disabled.

It was only at this moment that the referee slowly came over, patted the black man's arm, and signaled that it was OK.

Then there was no countdown at all, but he directly raised the arm of the black man with dreadlocks.

"Wow~ In this round, the killer python Baman still wins. The challenger is very lucky to persist until the second round and can receive a bonus of up to 2 US dollars.

But I guess this unfortunate guy won't be able to spend this money. I need to find someone to carry this damn waste away quickly. Don't get my fists dirty. "

The host outside the court is a short, fat white man with a mustache, and he is also the manager of this club.

At this moment, he was holding the microphone with one hand, stretching his other arm as hard as he could, and shouting in a rather exaggerated tone.

Then he reached out and pressed his crotch, glanced at the audience provocatively, and changed the topic in a joking tone:

"So, is there anyone who dares to come and die? Are there any men with handles in Pattaya? Are all yellow-skinned monkeys bloodless?"

"Yes, yes, yellow-skinned monkeys have always been the most cowardly, especially Chinese men. They are all eggless wimps."

About half of the audience present were Citizen soldiers. When they heard the host's words, they immediately made loud noises and booed.

Their words were extremely harsh, but everyone present lowered their heads in shame and did not dare to look at him.

This nigger, nicknamed the Killer Python, was extremely brutal in his methods. His opponents were basically either killed or injured. In the past few days, he had killed two and seriously injured three others.

In addition, this unlucky guy who had just been maimed and had been carried out, and who had a high probability of dying due to lack of air intake and outlet, should be the sixth victim.

Just when everyone was silent and wanted to stick their heads in their crotches, a lazy man's voice suddenly sounded.

"I come."

Du Weiguo blew out his cigarette and walked out of the crowd, walking slowly and casually in front of the host.

"Haha, you~"

The host drawled and looked at Du Weiguo with disdain.

She is quite tall, but unfortunately she is fair and fair, and her clothes are decent. She doesn't look like a ruthless character who would go to the ring and fight to the death for just a few hundred dollars.

"Baby face, are you weaned off your breast milk? How dare you go on stage to seek death? Go home and drink milk from your mother."

"Hahaha! That's right, pretty boy, if you don't make me happy, I'll give you money!"

Upon hearing this, the Citizen soldiers who were not afraid of big troubles immediately began to boo, and they were full of obscene and obscene words.

The murderous python on the stage went even further. He stuck out his scarlet tongue, moved his hips and made obscene moves towards Du Weiguo.

"Asshole, I'll kill him~"

Joseph, who had been following Du Weiguo, suddenly became furious, and a blue light flashed in his eyes. He was about to get angry, but was held down by his shoulders.

Du Weiguo patted Joseph and told him to calm down, then turned to look at the host:

"Okay, shut your stinky mouth. Are you going to fight or not?"

The host glanced at him disdainfully and sneered:

"Haha, fight, of course, pretty boy, since you are seeking death yourself, then I will help you, Jack, bring me the liability exemption agreement."

After a while, Du Weiguo signed the agreement and put his bloody fingerprints on it. Then he raised his head with a half-smile and glanced at the murderous python that was showing off its power on the stage.

"Did this guy sign it?"

Du Weiguo's tone was calm, but the host shouted directly through the microphone in an exaggerated manner:

"What? I didn't hear clearly. What did you say?"

"Let me ask you, did this nigger on the stage sign a life and death certificate?"

Du Weiguo was not angry either. He pointed at the murderous python on the stage and asked again. This time he raised his voice so that many people heard it.

The host's eyes widened in disbelief, and he turned to look at the murderous python on the stage:

"Hey, Barman, man, did you hear that? This yellow-skinned monkey asked you if you signed a life and death certificate?"

"Hahaha~"

The whole audience burst into laughter, and Baman's thick lips slightly raised, showing a cruel smile, and said arrogantly:

"I don't need to sign that thing, baby, I guarantee you won't last even one round, no, even one minute, and I'll beat that pretty face of yours completely."

Du Weiguo ignored his provocation at all, and his tone remained calm:

"No, he must also sign a liability exemption agreement. I don't want to become a murderer."

"Fuck! You still want to beat me to death, what the fuck~~"

Upon hearing this, the whole audience was in an uproar, and Baman on the stage was even more furious, but the host raised his hand to interrupt him, with a sinister tone:

"Okay, no problem, pretty boy, you asked for this. Hey, Jack, get a liability exemption agreement for Barman too."

He turned to look at the murderous python again, and said in a sinister tone: "Baman, please don't sign this life and death certificate in vain."

Of course the murderous python understood his hint, and while impatiently signing and pressing his fingerprints, he made a motion of slitting his throat:

"Don't worry, Ford, just prepare the body bag in advance."

After a moment, Du Weiguo calmly took off his coat, shoes and socks, barefooted and honestly pulled the side rope and walked into the ring.

Seeing such an ordinary, simple and unimpressive way of taking the stage, boos immediately broke out when he came off.

"Sure enough, he is a yellow-skinned monkey, so poor that he can't even afford a pair of sneakers?"

The murderous python was leaning on the corner like a gorilla, looking at Du Weiguo with sinister eyes, and said jokingly:

"Boy, you don't need to slip on your shoes at all, because dead bodies will become very stiff and it's difficult to put on shoes."

Du Weiguo glanced at his feet with a half-smile, and nodded noncommittally:

"Oh, so that's it. Congratulations to you, nigger. You've already put on your shoes in advance. Then go to hell wearing these shoes and save yourself the trouble of changing them again."

"Asshole! I'm going to tear you apart!" Mamba was immediately enraged and rushed towards Du Weiguo before the referee could signal.

Needless to say, although the killer python is reckless, he does have a few moves. The force on his fists is very heavy, but his speed is not slow at all, and his movements are also very flexible.

Moreover, this guy should have had long-term professional boxing training, and has rich practical experience, and his movements are very methodical.

When the general rushed in front of him, he suddenly punched out a sharp left jab, but before Du Weiguo could react, he suddenly retracted his fist, then twisted and thrust out his right fist.

Du Weiguo quickly took a step back, seemingly narrowly avoiding Mamba's arm span.

But his movements seemed to be expected by Mamba. He didn't stop at all, following him like a shadow.

Almost at the same time, his left hook came out like lightning. His previous two jabs were also feints, and the real killer move was the side-exploding liver punch with his left hand.

"Bang!" The muffled sound of flesh and bone connecting was instantly heard.

Just when Mamba's fist was only 3 centimeters away from Du Weiguo's subcostal liver area, his movement suddenly stopped.

Because his right cheek had already been hit by Du Weiguo's hammer-like jab with his left hand, which came first and then hit him.

Du Weiguo's movements were very simple, just the simplest and most ordinary jab. It could even be said that it didn't even have any technical content. It only occupied the word "quick", so fast that everyone could only see an afterimage when they walked away.

After receiving a sudden heavy blow, Mamba's big head and body almost tilted back uncontrollably, and the strict boxing frame could no longer hold him, exposing the vital parts of his waist and abdomen.

Naturally, Du Weiguo would not let go of this God-given opportunity. When he caught up, he gave him a vicious right hook, hitting him hard on the left rib.

"Click~"

The clear and permeating sound of bone cracking suddenly sounded.

This punch exploded the liver and broke the bones. The murderous python instantly put on a mask of pain, vomiting blood from the corners of its mouth, and its originally ugly face suddenly became more ferocious.

"boom!"

When he was completely off guard, Du Weiguo curved his arm like a bow and made another powerful and heavy left fist, hitting the murderous python directly on the temple.

After receiving this blow, the killer python's eyes turned blood red for an instant, and his whole body stiffened instantly as if he had been electrocuted. He fell straight down like a wooden stake.

"Puff~"

When he fell to the ground, he had turned into a corpse, with most of the blood vessels in his skull bursting open, and even the gods would have to stare at him.

Three punches, only three punches, just in the blink of an eye, the ferocious murderous python was hammered to death by Du Weiguo.

Not only high and low, but also life and death.

This is the scary thing about bare boxing. Without the buffer of the gloves, people will die easily. But what's even more frightening is that Du Weiguo probably only used less than 20% of his strength.

Because Du Weiguo's movements were so fast that even the referee had no time to stop him and the audience could not react. The murderous python was already dead.

"Om~"

Everyone was stunned. It wasn't until a few seconds later that the dead-silent club suddenly became full of excitement.

The Citizen soldiers were all yelling angrily, while all the people with yellow faces were red-faced and cheering forgetfully.

Relieve your anger, it’s so special!

This group of guys from St. Louis may sound like underground boxers, but in fact they are all outright murderers.

Since this group of people came to Pattaya, they have successively killed dozens of yellow people in the name of boxing matches, the least of which were disabled.

The referee on the stage hurriedly pressed the pulse on the murderous python's neck and hurriedly gestured to the host in the audience.

The mustache suddenly became furious and roared angrily:

"Fuck! Arrest this damn murderer immediately, he beat Barman to death!"

Hearing his roar, several Citizen soldiers wearing military uniforms and carrying weapons immediately ran out from all corners and rushed toward the ring.

It was obvious that these Citi people could not afford to lose and were unreasonable. Not only did they want to miss the bonus, they also wanted to arrest Du Weiguo and punish him.

A weak country has no diplomacy, and the truth is only within the range of a cannon. This is absolutely a wise saying.

Facing these arrogant Citi soldiers, Du Weiguo leaned on the side rope without any reaction, but Joseph couldn't bear it anymore and his eyeballs instantly turned beautiful ice blue.

The Citi soldier who was rushing in the front row suddenly had his eyes become dull and hollow. He suddenly stopped and at the same time turned the muzzle of his gun and put his finger on the trigger.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, the door of the club was suddenly opened with great force, and countless mercenaries wearing very black special training uniforms and armed with heavy firepower poured in like a tide.

Mo Li, who was fully armed, took the lead. With a tigerish face, without saying a word, he picked up the M4 automatic rifle in his hand and shot it towards the ceiling.

His men all pulled the bolts of their guns and aimed at almost all the white people present.

The cold eyes and the black muzzle of the gun made all the clamoring Citi soldiers calm down in an instant.

"From Mahle Gobi! Let's see who dares to touch our husband!"

Putting away his rifle, Mo Li shouted loudly, with a ferocious expression, like an evil ghost.

In the last attack on the villa, he had a very deep scar on his face. Although his appearance was disfigured, he still had a bit of fierceness and fierceness.

Tang Li followed Huo Wei and others to fight in Yinni. He is now in charge of all the armed forces in Pattaya.

Mo Li's sudden appearance was naturally arranged by Du Weiguo in advance. He wanted to hide it and get rid of the suspicion on the island.

That's why I adopted this slightly high-profile, even somewhat secondary way of making public appearances.

The host had sharp eyes and instantly recognized that this was a mercenary under Moran's command, and shouted with anger:

"You, you dare to break in here and shoot, you are violating the sovereignty of Citigroup!"

“Fuck sovereignty!”

Mo Li unceremoniously threw the butt of his gun at his shoulder, knocking the short and fat host to the ground, then stepped on his white belly and asked jokingly:

"Damn it, you white-skinned pig, did you eat the skin of a mad dog? Do you know who is standing in the boxing ring?"

"Don't, don't hit me, he, who is he?"

The pudgy host was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat. He held Mo Li's big foot tightly and turned to look at Du Weiguo in shock. Mo Li slapped him fiercely and cursed loudly:

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly, that's an evil spirit. Even your commander Jonathan has to stand at attention and salute with all due respect. White-skinned pig, do you really understand?"

"Sha, Sha God?"

The host's eyes straightened instantly, and his fat face was as pale as paper.

He is somewhat knowledgeable, at least he has heard of Du Weiguo's famous, or rather infamous, reputation.

"Okay, Mo Li, there's no need to scare him. I'm still waiting for the competition. Mustache, don't you have several boxers? Come on, continue?"

Du Weiguo lay lazily on the side rope of the boxing ring, took a cigarette from Joseph's hand with a smile, and shouted in a joking tone.

Upon hearing this, the mustache's face instantly turned pale and he was speechless. Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, suddenly became angry and roared:

"What? Are all you white-skinned pigs pussies? Sure enough, white-skinned pigs are all weaklings, especially the men in St. Louis, who have no eggs!"

Du Weiguo was full of energy. Even without a microphone, his voice was still thunderous and clearly penetrated everyone's ears.

This slap in the face was too fast! It's literally the speed of light.

These were the exact words of the mustache provoking the yellow man just now, but now they were almost thrown back by Du Weiguo Yuantang.

"Om~"

Du Weiguo's roar was like a dynamite barrel being ignited in an instant. The whole club was boiling, and every yellow person was roaring loudly.

From then on, he had one more javelin, the light of the yellow race.

(End of this chapter)