Tyrant Son-in-law

Generally speaking, the underground boxing competition would not allow so much nonsense, but facing these two people, the host did not dare to stop them.    

"Long time no see, Tarzan!"    

"Tubao, are you here to take revenge on Boss Huixiong? You know clearly that you are no match for me!"    

As the two acquaintances reminisced, the audience all shut their mouths and listened quietly.    

In the past, both of them were overlords of a region. However, Tubao's strength was a lot weaker than that of Tarzan. This was also the reason why Huixiong abandoned him.    

Now that Tubao was standing here, he did not have much chance to win. Plus, he had lost an arm, so basically he was here courting death.    

"You know who Huixiong is, Tarzan. You have to do something for him, and that's what I used to do. Have you ever thought that you could be the next me?"    

"Heh heh, you've betrayed Boss Huixiong and ended up like this, and you actually blame Boss Huixiong? Cut the crap. Today I'm going to kill you! You traitor!"    

Seeing the two of them at loggerheads, the host quickly took a few steps back away from them, afraid that he would be accidentally hurt.    

Tubao held his breath. He could only win this competition. He couldn't afford to lose.    

His punch was like a dragon. Although he was missing an arm, it did not affect the power of his other arm at all.    

Tarzan did not avoid the punch.    

He owed this to Tubao.    

Tubao did not expect Tarzan to not dodge, but he was not surprised. He had to win, so he quickly threw a second punch.    

This time, Tarzan had no choice but to dodge. If he didn't, he would have to be carried off by a stretcher.    

At the same time, he had to take Tubao seriously. Although he had lost an arm, the power of his fist was much stronger than before.    

He should not underestimate his opponent.    

As the two of them fought, the audience below the stage held their breath. A simple punch could end the match at any time.    

However, most of them were supporting Tarzan. After all, he had won twenty consecutive victories, and Tubao had lost an arm, so he had no advantage at all.    

Qinglang turned his head to the side and asked, "Boss, Tubao is still a bit weak. Should we change our plan?"    

"Wait a little longer."    

Hu Yiming's eyes were still staring at the stage.    

He didn't think Tubao had an advantage either, but he didn't think Tubao would lose.    

Tarzan's fist landed on Tubao's body, and at the same time, he roared in anger, "Admit defeat now!"    

Tubao felt his heart clench, but he continued to grit his teeth as blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, so he had left no path of retreat.    

"Quickly admit defeat!"    

Tarzan gave him another heavy punch. He wanted nothing more than to wake Tubao up, and then the two of them could have a drink outside in the pub after the match.    

Tubao did not say a word. His fist that he had just thrown was caught by Tarzan.    

He had only one fist.    

"Tsk, what the heck is this! I told you he was a cripple. Do you still think you should stand up for him?"    

"He's losing. This is not a fair fight!"    

"Come on. I thought this would be the greatest battle of the century, but it seems that it couldn't even compare to the previous twenty matches!"    

Tarzan was angry.    

The two of them were good friends back in the day. They had been good partners for years, but today, they were going to confront each other tit for tat. He couldn't just be ruthless towards Tubao.    

However, only by quickly ending the battle could Tubao experience less pain.    

There could only be one victor in the competition, and that would only be him. If he controlled Tubao's only hand, what else could he use to fight?    

"It's time for you to give up! Considering our previous friendship, I will beg Boss Huixiong to spare your life!"    

"You can't win against me!"    

Tubao's eyes were bloodshot. Even though he had been beaten up the whole time, he was like a butcher who just couldn't stop fighting.    

"We're on different sides, Tubao, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"    

Seeing that the conversation was not going well, Tarzan controlled Tubao's arm with one hand and clenched his other hand, smashing towards Tubao.    

Qinglang closed his eyes. The outcome had been decided.    

"Holy shit!"    

"How is this possible!?"    

When Qinglang heard the surprised shout, he immediately opened his eyes and saw Hu Yiming and many spectators beside him standing up in excitement.    

On the stage, Tubao pressed Tarzan beneath him and used his one and only fist to punch Tarzan.    

As for Tarzan, he was already unconscious and his face was ashen.    

"What's going on?"    

Qinglang almost suspected that he had transmigrated. Just now, it was clear that Tarzan wanted to settle the battle with a single punch.    

Was this a counterattack?    

Just then, Tarzan's punch landed. Just as everyone was thinking about the outcome of the fight, Tubao exerted all his strength and raised his head to bear the brunt of the punch.    

However, he still maintained his consciousness. While Tarzan was still unstable, he pulled out his only hand and threw a punch at him.    

Then he rode on Tarzan, punching him again and again, closing his eyes and shouting out loud.    

Clearly, Tarzan had not used his full strength, yet Tubao still wanted to kill him. If he did not do so, he would lose his only chance, and even his life.    

"Stop! Stop now!"    

The host's words were useless. He quickly called for a few men and they pulled Tubao away.    

As for Tarzan on the ground, he was on the verge of death. His face was so smashed up that people could hardly recognize him.    

"Tubao wins! Next, is there anyone else who wants to challenge him?" The host was a little afraid of Tubao. That man didn't fear death at all.    

No one dared to step on the stage.    

Even if they could fight, they were afraid of someone like Tubao. Just now, Tubao seized the opportunity to instantly defeat his opponent. No one wanted to fight such a man.    

In the end, the host also felt helpless. He looked around and could only disappointedly announce that Tubao was the final champion.    

"Congratulations, you have won the prize of 30 million yuan and the honor of serving Boss Huixiong!" The host said in a strange tone.    

The original intention of this fight was to uncover the powerful fighters of Hu Yiming, but Tubao suddenly appeared and ruined everything. They were too unlucky.    

However, there was no other way. Hu Yiming's men were scared out of their wits and did not dare to go up the stage. This could be considered to be good news.    

Tubao was led to the backstage. Hu Yiming also stood up and said, "Let's go."    

"Where to?"    

Qinglang didn't understand and thought that Hu Yiming would follow.    

"The competition is over. Of course we have to go back! What? You want to have dinner here?"    

Qinglang was speechless. They didn't do anything and now they just went back like that?    

Was is necessary for them to come in the first place?    

After the audience dispersed, Tubao was brought to the backstage of the mall in a small resting room.    

"Boss Huixiong, we've brought him!"    

In the lounge, no one answered.    

Tubao and the others knew the rules very well. They stood outside the door quietly for ten minutes. Then, the door opened. A hot woman came to answer the door.    

She glanced at Tubao before snorting lightly and walking away. She said without any fear, "A cripple can even win the championship. Are all the participants a bunch of trash?"    

No one dared to say anything to repute and brought Tubao into the resting room.    

A burly man was lying on the chair, puffing a cigarette.    

"Long time no see, Tubao!"    

Tubao didn't say anything as he stared at Huixiong with eyes burning with the flames of vengeance.    

"Boss Huixiong is talking to you. Are you deaf?"    

The person behind him slapped on the back of his head in a very rude manner.    

Tubao clenched his fist and then loosened it. The flame in his eyes also went out.    

"Long time no see, Boss Huixiong!"