184: C184 Sick Man of East Asia

C184 Sick Man of East Asia

Young Master Loong's eyes were like lightning as he looked at Han Qiang. "Not long ago, the Long Corporation had a piece of land outside of the capital's Third Ring. It was worth nearly 30 billion. Let's make a quick bet!"

Han Qiang laughed happily and said, "Haha, it really does come from whatever you want. If Young Master Loong is willing to invest so much, then I'll just bet!"

"Mr Qiang! What I said just now was totally ignored by you?" Caishen was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

"This girl is really good to me."

Han Qiang's heart slightly moved. He turned around and revealed a gentle smile, "If it wasn't for your dressing being so different, I would really want you to be my girlfriend."

Caishen was embarrassed and anxious. She fiercely shook her fist. "Bastard! I was worried about you, but you had an evil thought about me. Serves you right to lose everything!"

Lee Si smiled and said, "Since Director Han agreed to compete, let's go to the Free Fighting Club!"

"Kid, later when fighting fists and kicks have no eyes, you should pray for your own good luck!" Young Master Loong said with a fierce look in his eyes.

Han Qiang laughed happily and said, "Later Young Master Loong will lose such a large piece of land. Think about how to explain it to your family when you go back!"

"You will not shed tears until you see the coffin! I hope you can still laugh later!"

Young Master Loong quickly walked into the free fighting club.

On the arena, a nearly two-meter tall foreigner who looked like a barbaric bull sat in a corner with a white towel over his head. His wild eyes stared at the person who entered the arena.

Young Master Loong proudly said, "This is the indiscriminate fighting expert Pajero. As long as you defeat him, the three rings land will be yours!"

Caishen felt scared when he looked at her. She angrily kicked Han Qiang from behind and said, "Idiot, see how strong your opponent is. Wait for your opponent to lose and get lost!"

Young Master and the rich young ladies who followed behind also shook their heads regretfully.

Lee Si sighed. "Han Qiang is bold and knowledgeable. He is worthy of Wen. However, he does not know when to advance or retreat. He cannot keep a calm mind in front of benefits. He will fall down sooner or later."

The butler quickly walked forward and respectfully said, "Young Master, I have already arranged for the live broadcast of the following matches. The members of the Divine Grand Club can watch it through the closed channel television."

Lee Si's mouth twitched. "Call sister, Jia family and other families to watch it. Let them see how Han Qiang is going to be beaten up. And then lose 25 billion! Even if he still had 4 billion left after being beaten up in front of everyone, in the future, he won't have the face to date Jia Wen anymore."

"Young Master is wise! I will do it now!" The housekeeper turned around and walked out quickly.

Not long after, Li Xiaoling received a call from Jia Wen and Wang Na drinking at the family bar. She immediately brought the two to the manager's office and turned on the television to watch the live broadcast of the duel.

When Jia Wen saw that the foreigner on the stage was so strong and tall, she stood up anxiously and anxiously said, "Is Mr Qiang crazy? Why would he agree to fight with such a person?"

Wang Na looked at Han Qiang, who had taken off his shirt and revealed his strong muscles below the stage. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she said, "Cousin, look, not only does Mr Qiang have eight abdominal muscles, but he also has fishman threads!"

Jia Wen was so anxious that she almost cried. "Cousin, what time is it? You still pay attention to that. What if something happens to Mr Qiang?"

Wang Na smiled and shook her big waves, and said with a smile, "Silly girl, you have known Mr Qiang for so long. Have you seen him do things that he is not confident about?"

After she said that, Jia Wen's panicked heart calmed down a lot. She murmured, "That's true..."

Li Xiaoling asked curiously, "It is said that the foreigner opposite is an expert in fighting indiscriminately. Are you guys so relieved about him?"

Jia Wen nodded seriously, "Mr Qiang is a man who can create miracles. Sister Xiaoling will wait and see!"

The people from Jia family, the Long family, and the Li family in the capital received calls. They turned on the closed-circuit television to watch the upcoming battle.

Jia Liande knew that Han Qiang had wildly won over one billion and two billion, but he still chose to fight fiercely with others. He was so angry that he almost smashed the television. He said angrily, "Bastard who doesn't know when to advance and when to retreat! In a situation where he has the absolute advantage, why should he take the risk?"

"Little Qiang is good in everything. It's just that young people are hot-blooded and youthful. You still can't control it well." Jia Liancheng said with some regret.

Jia Tianlu smiled and stroked his beard. "You should know very well what the situation of the Divine Grand Entertainment is like. If Little Qiang did not have some ability, how could he have overcome all the obstacles along the way? Earning more than 10 billion from those cunning foxes, Young Master. It seems like a miracle might happen if this continues. "0

"Does dad think too highly of him? "Jia Liande frowned and said.

While the crowd was discussing, Han Qiang had already changed into a loose vest and shorts and went onto the arena.

He was 1.8 meters tall and big compared to the people of the country, but compared to Pajero, who ate bloody beef every day and was nearly two meters tall, he was still much thinner.

Other than Jia Wen, Wang Na, and other close female friends, the rest of the people were looking at the screen with schadenfreude. In their minds, they were even imagining how he was knocked out by a foreigner with one punch.

Chen Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Bastard who won my money, you are courting death this time!"

Ma Teng sighed lightly and said, "Young Master Loong spent 50 million this time to invite Pajero out of the mountain. It would be strange if Han Qiang did not lose."

"Inviting a foreigner to beat up a country. Young Master Loong really has a promising future." Caishen said discontentedly.

Young Master Loong did not mind and smiled, "Who cares about the black cat and the white cat. If he can beat Han Qiang, he is a good cat."

Pajero casually tossed the towel on his head off the stage and stood up proudly. He said in rough Mandarin, "Eastern Asian sick man, kneel in front of you and kowtow. I will spare your life!"

"Eastern Asian sick man?"

As soon as he said those words, he immediately attracted unfriendly gazes from both inside and outside the stadium.

In the past, the powerhouses had done whatever they wanted in the country, and the Eastern Asian sick man was the one they had blamed on the people of the country!

Han Qiang looked at Young Master Loong with disdain. "Young Master Loong, is this the helper that you spent money to hire? A guy who even looks down on the people of our country?"

Young Master Loong looked at the recordings around him and suppressed his anger, "Pajero, watch your mouth. This is not your country!"

Pajero shook his finger proudly. "Only the weak will find excuses!"

"Bring it on. Let's see who is the weak and who is the sick man!" Han Qiang casually hooked his finger.

"You are courting death!"

Pajero was angered by Han Qiang. He suddenly exerted strength in his feet and rushed towards him like a cannonball. Before he could get close, he twisted his body and swung his leg. His leg covered in leg hair kicked towards Han Qiang's head. His two arms shrank and his iron fist was ready to strike. If his leg did not hit, then it was followed by a flurry of attacks!

Yang Min, who came from the army, narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Damn it! This Pajero is not competing at all, but wants to cripple Han Qiang!"

Young Master Loong sneered and said, "A battle involving tens of billions of assets, what is wrong with Mister Pajero being serious? You can only blame the country bumpkin for not knowing his own limitations!"

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