The Richest Man Starts From Falling In Love

There are many ways to become famous, but generally nothing more than two.

The kingly way and the deceitful way.

Wang Dao: meritorious deeds, morality, and words.

Deceitful ways: showing off wealth, stepping on people, pretending to be aggressive, and naked violence, showing off muscles.

Although the former is a great way, it requires a lot of accumulation. It is not bad to produce one in hundreds of years, and it is almost impossible to produce one in peacetime.

For a long time, human beings have basically relied only on the latter.

This is one of Chu Yao's recent thoughts.

So at this time, there is nothing to keep a low profile, just do it with your head held high.

Moreover, in the recent discussion and research on the national character of the islanders, the group characteristics of the Onsa race were also studied by the way.

Huaxia regards humility as a virtue, and regards benevolence and righteousness as the most important.

However, foreigners hardly accept this set.

It's a bit like the conversation recorded in the history books.

—I am not guilty.

——I am a barbarian.

After having such a cognition, after going abroad, some of my own strategies for dealing with people will change accordingly.

Wilder, more aggressive, more vicious, more insane.

This kind of ideological change, in fact, already has signs in China, and now it is just a continuous lineage.

...

This moment.

Standing on the ring, Chu Yao was nearly 1.85 meters tall, with a strong figure, which set off the black leather girl on the field, making her look extraordinarily petite and exquisite.

At the same time, it also attracted the attention of almost everyone present.

Although Chu Yao was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly, his hair was black and his skin was yellow, so he was basically Asian.

It also caused a small wave among the crowd.

This kind of dance in the past,

Although the venue is in Tokyo, most of the time, the protagonists are white.

Such existence is rare.

"Ok, ladies and gentlemen, the first brave gentleman has stepped onto the stage, and at this moment, now, the stage is his."

The leather girl in black said with a smile, walked around Chu Yao, stretched out her hand, and patted Chu Yao's upturned butt lightly.

Grass!

Eat Laozi tofu.

Chu Yao glared at her, picked her up, and held her up high like a chicken, feeling like a savage.

But there was a burst of applause and cheers on the field.

Soon someone will be on stage.

A tall black man with a strong and burly figure, like a gorilla, with dreadlocks and a clown mask.

Before going on stage, he took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined pectoralis major and abdominal muscles, and even shook his chest twice provocatively.

A pair of fists the size of sandbags were clenched as if nothing had happened, and they were touched twice, eager to try.

There are no rules.

No manners either.

He didn't even report his name, so without any hesitation, he punched Chu Yao hard with an extremely vicious uppercut.

The atmosphere on the field became hot in an instant.

"Charlo! Fuck him!"

Someone was shouting and screaming.

He probably knew him and was cheering for him.

Charlo?

Chu Yao searched the memory bank, but didn't have any impression, who knows what the hell it is.

However, the power of this punch is not bad.

Regardless of strength or speed, they are all powerful to the extreme.

Modern fighting is all about strength and speed.

When this buddy punches, the thing that affects him the most is not the fist with his teeth and claws, but the smell of sweat and antiperspirant mixed with the smell of... Xilaixiang.

Hot eyes.

Really spicy eyes.

The indescribable taste, mixed together, is no less than a chemical weapon of destruction.

So much so that Chu Yao didn't bother to make physical contact with him.

Afraid of getting dirty.

He stepped back quickly, then twisted his waist violently, and made a fake movement to the left. After inducing the opponent to react subconsciously, his body immediately rose into the air.

get out you!

The soles of the feet go straight to the bridge of the nose, the speed and strength are at the peak, the body has already reached 68 plus points, coupled with the proficiency in fighting, in terms of force value, it is like a small steel cannon.

The black man named Charlo was sweating profusely, his face was kicked heavily, his mask was shattered to the naked eye, blood was coming from his nostrils, his mouth was cracked, and he flew out heavily, all the way out of the ring, and landed in the crowd On a table, a lot of things were smashed and it was a mess.

moment……

The arena was completely silent.

A moment later, even stronger cheers erupted.

Many women on the field even waved the clothes in their hands, the clothes that could be taken out, and threw them on the ring.

This is a winner's game.

Nobody cares who goes down, gets hurt.

Worshiping the strong is the most primitive instinct.

"Charlo!"

"This is Charlo!"

"**!"

The person who yelled just now was still yelling, and the waiters and staff around him also quickly gathered to help the injured Charlo up, carefully checking the injury.

The mask is completely shattered.

Many fragments were inlaid on the face, dripping with blood.

The bridge of the nose was obviously collapsed, which was the most serious injury, and the two eyeballs were also extremely congested, as red as a rabbit.

And as the mask was removed, more people recognized him.

Charlo!

WBC, WBA, IBF three super heavyweight boxing champion gold belt winner, although not yet at the level of world champion, but not far behind.

If you go up another rank, you basically belong to the same gold-waisted boxing champions as Tyson, Usyk, and Lopez.

But... was kicked KO.

The weight of the person lying down further highlighted the tallness and strength of the person on stage, so the crowd became more and more enthusiastic.

After a few minutes.

The stalls on the field were cleaned up and recovered as before. Charlo, who was already in a coma, was directly carried down to receive treatment.

In a way, it is discredited.

And with such a lesson learned from the past, Chu Yao on the stage also completely stood still.

All of a sudden.

It turned out that no one came up again.

There are all famous people present, the so-called "fighting" competition is nothing more than "pecking each other" between amateur players, as a small prize.

No one is really red-eyed.

In the current situation, professionals are all instantly killed by one move, and no one will keep their eyes open and choose to go up to seek their own death.

Chu Yao glanced around.

I really want to say something - I'm not targeting anyone, it's just that everyone present is rubbish.

But he hesitated for a while, and still didn't say it.

The woman in black leather came to the stage again, presenting a medal to Chu Yao in a coquettish manner, and then watched with burning eyes, full of longing.

But Chu Yao ignored her.

The very steel straight man held the medal, jumped off the ring, and strode through the crowd, like a lion patrolling the territory, making eye contact with everyone passing by.

Along the way, I got a lot of women's winks, and even some lively and unrestrained ones took the initiative to post them.

However, Chu Yao ignored them all.

Pushing aside the crowd all the way, he walked directly in front of the "two dwarfs".

They looked at each other.

Calm.

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