"Chinese Kung Fu? Hey, don't the boxers Tang Hu found all claim to know Chinese Kung Fu? As a result, they were all beaten to death on the ring."

...

For a moment, the entire scene was full of discussions about Li Yi, and Li Yi didn't care about this at all.

At the same time, he also found that Mike and Tang Hu's eyes were sweeping towards him, and Mike's eyes were full of jokes, while Tang Hu's eyes were very puzzled. After all, Tang Hu was the son of the leader of the Chinese gang in Los Angeles. Now a Chinese have come to Chekov to be a boxer, which makes him curious.

"Who is that boy? Do you know him?" Tang Huchong asked.

"Brother Tiger, that kid looks very handsome and has never seen him." Tang Hu's men stared at Li Yi for a few seconds and said with a smile.

Tang Hu said "Oh" and said no more.

"Li, do you want to get familiar with Tang Hu now?" Chekov saw everyone turning his eyes to him and Li Yi, deliberately thrusting his chest up, showing a proud expression. His mouth was so eager to lift it up to the sky, but the yellow snot above his mouth seriously damaged his image.

Li Yi shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it when the competition is over. Now is not the best time."

"Hehe. Li, you look smarter than I imagined and know to grab your own chips before the conversation." Chekov obviously understood what Li Yi meant, and did not say anything more. Instead, he smiled and patted the waiter's beauty's buttocks, grabbed two glasses of red wine, and handed one of them to Li Yi.

"Li, you stay here first, I'll talk to Mike, that nigger." Chekov saw Li Yi take the wine glass and said with a smile, then walked towards Mike's direction with a proud look on his face.

"Hi! Mike, which boxer are you going to send to participate in the boxing match today?" Chekov walked to Mike and looked at Mike with a smile.

McCheckov looked at Chekov's proud look and said, "Chekov, do you really want the yellow monkey who came with you to play against my boxer?"

"So what? Don't look at your boxers all have tall niggers, but you can't win the black boxing match with someone with a strong body, right?" Chekov laughed.

Chekov's words made several subordinates behind Mike a little dissatisfied. As black people, they were most annoying to be called niggers, but Chekov's words are now full of provocation.

"Chekov, it seems that you have great confidence in your yellow-skinned monkey." Mike smiled faintly and said, "If that's the case, then I'll tell you the name of the boxer I sent tonight."

"You have only a few boxers. Just say which bastard is just enough. Is it necessary to be so mysterious?" Chekov said disdainfully.

Mike was not angry, but deliberately leaned over and patted Chekov on the shoulder, saying slowly: "The person participating in the boxing match tonight is a shark."

"Shark?" Hearing these two words, Chekov's face changed drastically, as if he had been petrified, and stood there blankly, his previous pride was thrown out of the sky. On the contrary, his eyes showed a worried expression.

Looking at Chekov's expression, McKe continued to pat Chekov's shoulder and said, "Go back and tell the yellow monkey, let him hold on for a while, so as to avoid losing your Chekov's face, haha!"

Chekov wanted to show off in front of Mike, but now after hearing that Mike's fist was a shark, how can he have the capital to show off?

He immediately returned to Li Yi like a dog with his tail, grabbed Li Yi's clothes hard and said, "Li, we are in trouble! This bastard Mike actually found a very powerful boxer from the A-level black boxer!"
Chapter completed!