Hong Kong variety show: From a lowly 49-year-old to the world's richest man

Chapter 87 Thirteen Sister and Zhang Meirun

Two rounds passed quickly.

By this time, He Yong had been beaten black and blue, sweating profusely as if he had been pulled out of the water, his steps were unsteady, and his eyes were darting around.

Li Long was in slightly better condition, with bruises on his face and body, but his eyes remained sharp and his steps were steady and powerful.

In terms of physical strength, He Yong is far inferior to Li Long. The main reason is that this guy can't control himself. Sexual indulgence has become part of his daily life. Although he wasn't tricked into having sex seven times a night like in the movie by Thirteen Sister, he can't compare to Li Long, who is extremely self-disciplined.

In addition, Chen Fan had also sent the other party a lot of aphrodisiac herbs in the past two days.

Ah Wu's previous feeling was correct; the aphrodisiac herb has a great effect on martial arts practitioners, stimulating blood and qi to a certain extent and making up for the body's deficiencies to a small degree.

The third round has just begun.

Taking advantage of He Yong's momentary lapse in concentration, Li Long launched a swift attack, knocking He Yong down with a triple elbow strike.

Wen Tailai squatted down next to He Yong, who was lying down, and loudly counted down the seconds.

After ten rings, he raised one of Li Long's hands to announce the final result of the competition.

"Uncle Ben, it seems that Hung Hing has won this first prize."

Jiang Tiansheng glanced at the white-haired old man with a smile.

With a forced smile, Bai Touwenglu slowly said, "This is only the first match. There are two more matches to come, and it's still uncertain who will win or lose."

"Then we'll wait and see."

If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Jiang Tiansheng would have liked to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate beforehand.

Li Long has already won the first match, and Chen Fan can also win the next one steadily. Two wins out of three sets are already secured. The only way to lose is for Chen Fan and Wu to fix the match together, but that is obviously impossible.

The old man with white hair looked at Cola and said, "Do your best to fight, and remember what I said last night."

"Understood, Uncle Ben."

Cola responded and, with Ah Bao's help, wrapped his hands in bandages and put on his boxing gloves.

His well-built physique attracted the attention of many female viewers.

in the audience.

A tomboy wearing denim overalls and dyed blond hair stared intently at Cola, who was only wearing sweatpants.

She was accompanied by a girl who looked very radiant.

"I'm betting everything on Coke in tonight's boxing match. If I win double the money, it should be enough to cover your mother's medical expenses."

"What if Coke loses?"

"How could he possibly lose? Look how muscular he is, he looks much stronger than his opponent," Thirteen Sister said, adding, "His hair is shiny, and his butt is perky."

Zhang Meirun joked, "You treat him like a stud?"

"I consider him my man. I even brought my camera tonight. I'm determined to take a picture together this time."

Thirteen Sister was fantasizing about taking a picture with Cola.

A slightly overweight middle-aged man walked back with a big smile on his face.

Thirteen Sister glanced at the middle-aged man and asked, "Dad, did you fill up the entire can of Coke?"

"Bet on Coke? Why bet on Coke? Brother Kun told us that Tung Sing has no chance of winning tonight. I just borrowed HK$200,000 and put all my savings on Hung Hing to win. The odds are a bit low, but it'll be enough for us for a long time."

Chui Shui Da originally intended to bet on both sides, but with Li Long defeating He Yong and Hung Hing taking the lead, the outcome of the second match wouldn't affect Hung Hing's ultimate victory.

Knowing that hesitation would lead to defeat, Tatsuya, who was confident of winning, borrowed 200,000 yen from his connections to invest.

"What?" Thirteen Sister exclaimed in shock, "You're borrowing money from loan sharks to gamble? Dad, aren't you afraid something might happen and we'll lose everything?"

"Don't worry, it won't happen. Fan is awesome. He took care of Wang Jiu, the top henchman of the yakuza, in Kowloon City last night."

"That's not safe either! And why didn't you listen when I told you to press the cola?"

Thirteen Sister looked a little embarrassed. She had just told Ah Run that she would win by going all in on Coca-Cola, but her boss immediately said that he would win by betting everything on Hung Hing. She was really embarrassed.

"Thirteen Sister, let's listen to Uncle Da this time. Hung Hing is leading in the score now, and they might actually win in the end."

Zhang Meirun didn't understand the rules of the underworld, but she knew that once a deal was made, it was done.

The bets have already been placed, so there's no point in arguing anymore.

Ding ding ding————

The arena has been cleaned up, and a new round of competition is about to begin.

"I never expected you to represent Hung Hing in this battle. Didn't you help Hung Tai take down two of Hung Hing's top fighters not long ago?"

"If I remember correctly, those two guys were from the same gang as Hua Daofan back then."

While warming up, Cola tried to strike up a conversation with A-Wu.

Ah Wu remained calm. "Taking money to do things is my principle. If you want to blame someone, blame your uncle for not being willing to spend a lot of money to hire me."

"Well done, you're just asking for money. Don't die in the ring."

After saying that, Cola turned around, went back to the corner, picked up her mouthguard, and put it on.

Both players were fully prepared, and the match officially began.

After exchanging fist bumps, A-Wu launched the first attack, grabbing a fist and smashing it into Cola's face.

The punch was fast and powerful.

An hour before going on stage, A-Wu ate five aphrodisiac herbs, making his blood boil and his fighting power far exceed any previous time.

Although this operation is a bit unfair, this aphrodisiac herb is neither a hormone nor a stimulant. It is essentially just a large-sized leek. If Coke is not satisfied, he can take "Viagra" to get on stage.

Cola parried the punch head-on, a look of strain on his face, and took two steps back before swinging his leg in a sweeping motion.

A-Wu also kicked out to meet the attack, their legs colliding and then quickly separating.

After a few kicks, Cola felt a tingling and numb sensation in his calves, and each impact felt like kicking a steel plate.

At this point, A-Wu became more and more excited as he fought, stepping forward to hook Cola's neck and unleashing a close-range knee strike.

Faced with this situation, Cola stopped defending and the two of them hugged each other and kept hitting each other's waist and abdomen with their knees, as if they would not stop until they beat each other into internal injuries.

Wen Tai saw this and shook his head, then quickly stepped forward to separate the two.

Unfortunately, his action was completely meaningless.

After separating, the two fought again, but after only a few moves, they grabbed each other and slammed their bellies together.

At the end of the first round, blood trickled from the corners of both men's mouths.

Why did you insist on fighting him head-on?

Ah Bao couldn't understand Cola's fighting style tonight. He clearly had opportunities to launch long-range attacks, but he insisted on choosing close-quarters combat.

If you want it to end quickly, you don't have to act like this, do you?

If we lose this match, there's no point in even having a third one. Cola spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression grave: "His punches are heavy, and his leg bones are even harder. The only way to win is to fight with our knees and see who gives up first."

"Uncle Ben said there's no need to risk your life, just do your best," Ah Bao reminded him.

"I know, but I still want to give it a try."

Cola didn't really want to lose. This match was ultimately about Dongxing and Uncle Ben's reputation. If they were shut out, the consequences would be severe.

Ah Bao had nothing to say about this, since he wouldn't be the one who died if something really happened.

opposite.

"Brother Wu is sharp. If you use a little more force this round, you'll knock out your opponent." Xi Gui complimented with a smile.

Ah Wu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Don't open the champagne halfway through. Let me take down that bastard first."

He had already judged from the previous exchange that the current cola was no match for him, and that if he launched a more aggressive attack, the opponent would undoubtedly lose.

Nobody wants to work overtime if they can finish early.

A-Wu is already plotting how to end Coke's escapade.

"Brother Wu, use your legs. That guy's legwork seems weak; his footwork was all messed up just now," Anan reminded him.

A-Wu nodded in response, "Mm."

Dangdang!

The bell rang for the second round.

A-Wu swayed his body rhythmically and said to Cola, "Just admit defeat. You can't beat me if we keep fighting."

"We'll talk when you win!"

Cola leaned forward and tried to grab Ah Wu's neck.

As expected, A-Wu kicked Cola away with a front kick, taking the initiative to widen the battle line, and kicked Cola alternately with both legs, leaving Cola only able to dodge.

A chorus of boos erupted from the audience.

Looking at the situation on the field, Chen Fan couldn't help but mutter to himself, "It seems that spending this million was a bit of a waste."

The aphrodisiac herb has a significant effect on A-Wu. Cola is clearly suffering from internal injuries, and as long as A-Wu doesn't relapse, it's only a matter of time before he takes her down.

"One million?" Li Xin'er's eyes widened. "Is that boxer really that expensive? He dares to charge one million for just one match?"

"It's great value for money. If I win this game, I'll get ten million. If I give him one million, I'll still have nine million left. It's a small profit."

"Your money is so easy to make."

Li Xin'er couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with this world.

Many people work hard just to make ends meet, while these idle street thugs can make hundreds of millions in a single fight.

Chen Fan glanced at her and smiled, "If you want, I can build you a golden house so you can spend it at your leisure."

"I'm not going to spend that kind of money on dishonest means, and I'm not that kind of person."

"So you mean you want to spend money earned through legal channels, right? You should have said so earlier. I also have legitimate businesses."

"I did not mean that!"

Li Xin'er stomped on Chen Fan's foot in anger.

But she regretted it as soon as she stomped on it. The force of the impact, like the rebound of a steel plate, made her hind leg go numb.

"Did you put steel plates in your shoes?"

"you guess."

Li Xin'er became increasingly certain of her guess: "I won't guess. Anyway, you're not going to wear shoes onto the stage later, so there's no point in cheating like this."

"Miss Xin'er, it seems you don't understand the meaning of best-of-three. The third match is over."

Chen Fan looked toward the arena.

At this moment, Cola's legs were trembling, and he was already showing signs of losing his balance.

A-Wu didn't stop. Taking advantage of the moment when Cola was unsteady and unable to exert force effectively, he grabbed a fist and launched a barrage of left and right hooks at Cola, who was covering his face.

As the saying goes, a prolonged defense will inevitably lead to defeat. As soon as Cola's defenses loosened slightly, A-Wu tore through his defenses and knocked him unconscious with two powerful punches.

Wen Tailai stepped forward and pulled A-Wu away, beginning the final countdown.

"Stand up!"

"Cola, stand up!"

In the audience, Thirteen Sister wished she could rush onto the stage and continue fighting for Cola.

"We won! We won! Thirteenth Sister, we're going to be rich now!"

People's joys and sorrows are not shared, and at this moment, Chui Shui Da was completely immersed in the thrill of winning money.

He bet nearly 400,000, and even with low odds, he could still win almost 200,000. He used a loan shark company under the Hung Hing Group, and the money was returned on the same day without interest.

Thirteen Sister scratched her head: "What are you talking about? Cola is going to lose."

"Thirteenth Sister, take it easy. In a ring competition, there are winners and losers. There's no point in forcing it," Zhang Meirun comforted her.

"That's true, but I'm really annoyed right now. I'm definitely going to teach that Wu a lesson when I get the chance!"

These words startled Chui Shui Da, who quickly said, "Thirteenth Sister, don't talk nonsense. Ah Wu is a mercenary hired by the Number Gang, and he's very powerful."

the other side.

"Uncle Ben, it seems tonight's match is over. It's a real pity that your last ace didn't get to play," Jiang Tiansheng said cheerfully.

"You guys are lucky today, but you won't be so lucky next time. I'll have someone deliver the bet to Hua Daofan later. Goodbye."

The old man with white hair got up and prepared to leave.

"Uncle Ben, don't be in such a hurry to leave. You're all ready to fight, it would be a shame to miss this last match. How about we, Hung Hing and Tung Sing, make one last bet? Fifty million!"

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