Synopsis: From the second kill Huashan smoke talent began to become stronger

Chapter 49

It took less than 0.5 seconds to see his eldest brother move behind a professional wrestler.

Ho Aung Sheng was shocked, “This is… Mobility of sprinters…”

At this moment, Beilu has not reacted, and he doesn’t even know where the pickaxe Momiji has gone, and he is constantly looking left and right.

Suddenly feeling someone behind him nodding at him, Beru turned his head and saw that the pickaxe red leaf that had disappeared was behind him.

Just as he turned around and prepared to make a move on the pickaxe red leaves.

In the next second, Beru looked terrified.

Boom!

A heavy punch hit his chin, and the force of this punch directly knocked his whole person off the ground by nearly ten centimeters!

“The explosiveness of a heavyweight boxer!!”

Seeing the terrifying effect of this blow, Ho Ang Sheng left behind a cold sweat.

Several of Beru’s teeth flew out of his mouth from the heavy jaw, his eyeholes kept shaking, and the world was spinning and twisting in his eyes.

But after all, he was a professional wrestler and quickly came back to his senses.

“Ahhh!!”

He is a wrestler, how can he be defeated by an Asian!

Beru stretched out his hand to hug Homoji, intending to throw him out, but as soon as he hugged Homoji, he felt his waist tighten, and a huge force hugged him.

His vision spun rapidly, and in less than a second his eyes turned black, and severe pain and vertigo flooded his skull.

“Nope… It can’t be…”

This was Beru’s last thought, followed by a complete loss of consciousness.

Looking at Beru who had passed out, Homoji got up directly in the backward position, which he used just now to use the back fall used by wrestlers.

“It’s so dangerous, if you stay silent, you will really be killed.” Ho Momiji had a pleasant smile on her face.

Ho Angsheng, who was watching the battle next to him, did not speak, and saw with his own eyes that his brother was holding a wrestler weighing more than 100 kilograms to make a back fall, and he could easily get up directly, and a thought flashed in his heart.

The softness of wrestlers!

“Mo Wen, if you face my brother, can you still win…”

He thought silently in his heart….

“By the way, Ang Sheng, what happened this morning, so many police officers were dispatched.” Pickaxe Momiji, who had killed a professional wrestler but didn’t even shed a drop of sweat, asked casually.

“It seems that an order was given from the top to arrest and eliminate an underworld group.” Ho Aung said.

It’s not something confidential, so it’s okay to say it.

“Eliminate an underworld group? This little thing is also so exciting, it seems that the underworld organization has provoked someone who can’t be provoked, or touched something that shouldn’t be touched. ”

Homoji thought of the reason almost instantly.

Ho Aung Sheng did not speak, his brother was right, although the boss did not explicitly say when he gave the order, it was not difficult to analyze the reason from the attitude.

It was only because he was injured in the previous match with Mo Wen that he did not participate in the action.

“Okay, I’ll practice here in the morning, and you can come and see the game in the evening, Ang Sheng.”

Patting Ho Aung Sheng’s shoulder, Ho Momiji stepped over the fainted Belu and left the gym.

Ho Aung Sheng didn’t speak, looking at the back of his brother leaving.

That broad and sturdy figure, like a mountain, reminded him that when he was bullied when he was a child, his brother also rushed over to block in front of him.

The same great shore as it was then.

Brother… My Superman….

Ho Aung took a deep breath and quickly followed Ho Momiji.

Mo Wen, facing my brother, how can you win?

Both ignored the professional wrestler lying on the ground, and the rest of the gym didn’t care, training their own, and only the manager was sweating profusely to deal with it.

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Night falls.

Mo Wen sat at the dining table and used dinner elegantly.

If you only look at Mo Wen, it will indeed look very elegant, but if you see more than ten plates accumulated on the table, as well as several empty large bowls, you have to be shocked.

Mo Wen cut the slap-sized steak, split it in two, put half of it in his mouth, chewed it two or three times and swallowed it.

Then Mo Wen ate another steak, and then picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

“Young Master, the time is almost up.”

The butler on the side said next to him, and at the same time couldn’t help but look at the dining table.

Even his well-informed self couldn’t help but break out in cold sweat on his forehead after seeing Mo Wen eat twenty plates of steak, five Australian lobsters and three king crabs alone.

It is worthy of the young master, who can eat at least ten people or more food, and even his stomach does not bulge at all.

Mo Wen picked up the cup and drank nearly a liter or so of watermelon juice, and then said: “I can’t imagine that time flies quite quickly.” ”

It’s young master, you eat too much… The housekeeper subconsciously thought in his heart, but did not dare to say it.

“Okay, since we’re done eating, let’s go.”

Mo Wen got up and stretched his strong body.

Looking at the perfect figure like a knife and axe, several women in the narration couldn’t help but peek at his body, their eyes obsessively admiring.

Because his clothes were damaged one after another during the fight, Mo Wen specially asked people to make a dress out of nylon fiber.

Wearing a yellow low-rise top with a hint of national style, the loose underwear cannot hide the sturdy and powerful inside, but it is not rough and fat muscles at all.

The lower body is trousers the same color as the top, and the feet are wearing black leather shoes.

Handsome, sunny and full of masculine charm.

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