Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

Lin Dawei pushed open the security door of the residential complex.

The ambition that Zhao Qinglan had stirred in his mind was still burning fiercely.

He walked to the water dispenser, filled a glass with cold water, and gulped it down.

Buzz—Buzz—

The phone in my pocket started vibrating like a vengeful ghost.

Lin Dawei took out his phone; the screen displayed an unfamiliar number.

Press the answer button.

"You old fool, do you really think you can go home and sleep soundly today just because my sister is protecting you?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Pengfei's voice was filled with a sinister, venomous glint in his eyes.

He was publicly scolded by his older sister at the gym, like a dog being disciplined. He held back his anger and took it all out on Lin Dawei.

"Get to the Black Bear Boxing Gym in the eastern suburbs within half an hour."

Zhao Pengfei's tone left no room for argument.

"I've found something funny for you today."

Snapped.

The phone hangs up.

Lin Dawei put his phone back in his pocket, his eyes calm.

What's meant to come will come.

He changed his clothes, got into his light truck, and headed towards the eastern suburbs.

Black Bear Boxing Gym is quite famous in the county town; it's a place where you have to spend a lot of money.

Lin Dawei pushed open the door. The gym was spacious, with a standard boxing ring in the center.

Outside the boxing ring.

Zhao Pengfei changed into a loose black short-sleeved shirt and sat on the boss's chair with his legs crossed.

A younger brother was carefully lighting his cigarette.

Seeing Lin Dawei push the door open and enter, Zhao Pengfei exhaled a puff of smoke and sneered.

"You're a good dog, at least you're obedient."

He pointed to the boxing ring.

"Go up."

"You made me laugh at the gym a couple of times today, and we're not done with that yet."

"That guy up there is Atai, the resident coach here. He's a professional boxer who's been ranked in the province."

Zhao Pengfei leaned forward, his eyes filled with cruel excitement.

"If you can last two rounds against him without collapsing, then this matter is over."

Lin Dawei looked in the direction he was pointing.

Standing in the boxing ring was a man with a buzz cut and a muscular build, who was over 1.8 meters tall.

Atai, shirtless with his fists wrapped in thick red bandages, was casually moving his shoulders, his face full of disdain.

Lin Dawei didn't say anything, took off his jacket and threw it aside, then flipped himself onto the boxing ring.

There were no helmets or protective gear.

There was only a thin pair of boxing gloves.

This wasn't a competition at all; it was a one-sided massacre.

"start!"

With Zhao Pengfei's command.

when--

The junior officer, acting as referee, rang the bronze bell on the side with force.

Round one begins.

Atai grinned, instantly lowered his center of gravity, and approached with nimble butterfly steps.

He didn't rush to attack, but instead moved around Lin Dawei with professional steps, as if teasing his prey.

Lin Dawei had brute strength but no understanding of footwork or rhythm.

He took a deep breath and, relying on his enhanced physique, threw a straight punch at Artest's face!

call!

The fist made a whooshing sound.

Artest simply tilted his head, and the fist grazed his ear.

next second.

boom!boom!

Taking advantage of Lin Dawei's weakened state, Artest delivered two lightning-fast hooks that landed squarely on Lin Dawei's ribs.

A sharp pain shot through me.

Lin Dawei felt as if his internal organs had been hit by a hammer, and the pain made him gasp and stagger.

The next three minutes were a complete rout.

Atai's fighting skills are far superior to Lin Dawei's.

Dodging, blocking, and counterattacking—all executed with fluid grace.

Lin Dawei's fist couldn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes.

He himself, however, was like a heavy sandbag, his abdomen, chest, and shoulders constantly bearing dull, heavy blows.

Zhao Pengfei, watching from below the stage, burst into laughter and excitedly poured drinks for the girl next to him.

When the bell rang to end the first half, Lin Dawei was covered in sweat, his body bruised and battered, and he could only breathe heavily by leaning against the ropes.

"How's it going, Old Deng?"

Zhao Pengfei shouted from below the stage.

"Is this okay? If not, kneel down and kowtow to me, and this matter will be over."

Lin Dawei ignored him and just stared intently at Atai on the other side.

He forced down the excruciating pain in his body, his mind racing.

Zhao Pengfei laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

"Old Deng, you're tough as nails! Let's see if you can hold your ground in the second round!"

The one-minute break passed in the blink of an eye.

The bell rang for the second round.

The second half has begun!

Atai is not planning to play anymore.

He stretched his slightly sore wrists, intending to knock out the punching bag in front of him as quickly as possible.

Lin Dawei abandoned the initiative to attack.

He covered his head and chest with his arms, adopting a completely defensive posture.

boom! boom! boom!

A hail of fists rained down on him, each punch making him feel his bones being crushed.

But he gritted his teeth and refused to back down an inch.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

Just as Artest threw a punch at his face, which he managed to block with his forearm.

An opening has appeared!

In order to exert force, Artest's right thigh muscles were completely exposed to Lin Dawei.

It's now!

A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Dawei's eyes.

He completely disregarded his wide-open defenses, focusing all his strength into his right fist, and with a do-or-die attitude, he slammed it hard into the outside of Atai's thigh!

He doesn't hit the head.

He can't hit him!

This punch violated all the rules of boxing attacks.

But Lin Dawei didn't care!

Click!

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Lin Dawei's terrifying strength, enhanced tenfold through training, struck Atai's quadriceps muscle without reservation, even through the thin boxing gloves.

"Aww!"

Atai let out a beast-like howl of pain, and the ferocious grin on his face instantly turned into an extreme distortion.

Almost instinctively, he swung his left fist, delivering a powerful hook punch to Lin Dawei.

Snapped!

Artest's powerful right hook, enough to knock out an adult man, landed squarely on Lin Dawei's cheek.

Lin Dawei's facial muscles contorted violently, and blood mixed with saliva splattered out. He was thrown back three or four steps by the enormous impact, his back slamming heavily against the railing.

Lin Dawei leaned against the railing and paused for two seconds.

The buzzing in my head gradually subsided.

He shook his head, feeling that half of his face was numb.

But he can still stand.

Atai remained in a punching stance, but his face turned deathly pale.

Immediately afterwards, the muscles on the outside of his thigh began to spasm uncontrollably and violently.

Cold sweat instantly covered Atai's forehead.

He tried to shift his weight onto that leg.

Suddenly, his thigh buckled, and Atai lost his balance, collapsing onto the mat on one knee in a sorry state, his face contorted in pain.

The deep spasms caused by the devastating blunt force trauma to his muscles made it impossible for him to even stand.

Atai gritted his teeth and slapped the mat hard.

Gritting his teeth, he tried to stand up.

But his legs seemed broken, unable to support his body at all.

"Stop! Stop!"

Atai was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat. He waved his hand, indicating that he was giving up.

competition is over.

The entire boxing gym was deathly silent.

Zhao Pengfei's maniacal laughter froze completely, and the half-smoked cigarette in his hand fell onto the boss's pants with a thud, burning him so badly that he jumped up.

Lin Dawei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He looked at Atai, who was kneeling on one knee and covered in sweat, and then turned to look at Zhao Pengfei, who was staring in disbelief outside the cage.

He laughed suddenly.