No sooner had the words fallen than two living heads collided with a loud bang, a thud!
The two living heads burst open like watermelons, blood spurting wildly, brain matter scattering everywhere!
The two didn't even have a chance to scream before they were dead on impact!
Chen Yang stepped directly into the private room.
On the side of the room near the window, a row of Taishi Chairs were placed where several middle-aged men in Tang suits were drinking tea and watching the fight.
Behind them stood a row of gunmen.
Some held handguns, others held submachine guns, looking quite formidable.
After Chen Yang entered, the expressions of those middle-aged men did not waver in the slightest.
The man in the middle looked at Chen Yang and said, "Young man, you've got quite the temper. Is there something about my boxing ring that dissatisfies you?"
He was Yue Qingshan, the master planner of the underground boxing match.
