Qinghui pretended to be concerned and said, "Carlo, don't hurt Mr. Xiao later!"

"Master Qing Hall, there is no need to fight kung fu like that!"

Xiao Yang said to Carlo: "Just let go!"

Qinghui still pretended to be worried and sighed repeatedly.

In fact, whether Xiao Yang was injured or not, he didn't care at all. On the surface, he did this just to win Xiao Yang's favor. After all, he didn't know Xiao Yang's background, so he could not offend Xiao Yang directly.

"Let's start!"

With Qinghui's voice sounded.

Carlo's hands, wearing gloves, collided, and bowed to Xiao Yang, then shouted loudly and launched an attack.

This Carlo is worthy of being the number one player in Qinghui's black boxing ring. The force and angle of punching are extremely terrifying, and the transition between offense and defense is smooth and natural. Not only in the field of black boxing, but even in regular competitions, he will definitely become an excellent boxer.

However, the strength of a person like Carlo is not matched by Xiao Yang at all. At present, Xiao Yang is exhausted in acting, and he doesn't want Qinghui to see his strength.

Qinghui put his hands in his pockets, his eyes slightly closed, and a slight smug smile appeared on his face. Judging from the situation in the boxing ring, it was only a matter of time before Carlo defeated Xiao Yang.

Carlo seemed to be tireless, and the force and speed of punching became more and more rapid, forcing Xiao Yang to the edge of the boxing ring, and was about to fall from the boxing ring.

I saw Xiao Yang's waist tilted backwards and grabbed Carlo's belt.

Carlo was unexpectedly surprised and punched Xiao Yang in the face.

But he didn't expect that Xiao Yang raised his foot and kicked him in the stomach at the same time. Xiao Yang stood on the edge of the boxing ring with only one foot as a fulcrum, with a strange posture.

Carlo felt a pain in his abdomen, and then his whole body soared into the air. Xiao Yang's hand suddenly pulled.

Carlo fell off the boxing ring with a "thump".

Qinghui saw the sudden change of situation and his face turned pale.

Xiao Yang straightened up and said lightly: "Master Qing Hall, I seem to have won!"

"Yes! Congratulations to Mr. Xiao!"

Qinghui's teeth were itchy and he said unwillingly, while his hands inserted into his pocket were tightly clenching his fists, and the knuckles were "cracking" sounded.

Carlo also stood up at this time, lowered his head very low, and did not dare to look directly at Qinghui's eyes covered with frost.

"Then please tell me, Master Qing, how did you do it?" Xiao Yang asked with a laugh.

Qinghui would not say that he had been secretly dependent on the Peng family, and to the outside world he said that he was fighting against the three major families to build momentum to win over his subordinates. With the strength of the Peng family, the Ning family and the Xue family would certainly not make things too difficult for Long Shengtang.

He said with a cross-opening topic: "Mr. Xiao, I'm a little tired! Let's talk about this matter another day!"

After saying that, he recruited a subordinate and ordered: "Send Mr. Xiao out and send it home safely!"

He deliberately pronounced the word "safe" very heavily, and his subordinates immediately understood it.

Xiao Yang followed Qinghui's men out of the castle and got into the car.

The car drove out of the manor, and the night was even darker, and it was in the suburbs, so it was hard to see your fingers.

After a while, the car suddenly stopped.

Xiao Yang laughed softly and asked, "What? Are you planning to get rid of me here?"

"You're not stupid!"
Chapter completed!