Chapter 931: Each other

   Chapter 931
  The Baird Governor’s Mansion Resort Hotel is located along the river valley and built by the mountains and the water.
  The hotel is picturesque. It was once the residence of a governor of Myanmar. There are countless guests who come to stay every year.
  Other than that, the biggest highlight is the largest fighting boxing club in Myanmar.
  Li Qiao got off from the front of the hotel, and the welcomers dressed in national costumes greeted them with smiles.
  Wei Ang is not proficient in Burmese, and can at best communicate simply. He stumbled and confessed a few sentences to the greeter, all of which were speechless.
  Li Qiao stepped forward unhurriedly, and whispered two words: "Boxing gym."
  The greeter immediately turned sideways, made an inviting arm, and led the way first.
  Wei Ang scratched his head, "Madam, just laughed."
  Li Qiao looked at him sideways, and asked calmly: "You haven't learned Burmese?"
   "No." Wei Ang did not doubt that he had him, and explained as he walked, "There are several kinds of cities in general, but Burmese has never been touched."
  Li Qiao raised her eyebrows lightly, "Then who will translate for Dad?"
   Hearing this, Wei Angshen smiled and said,
Patriarch’s Burmese is very slippery and does not require translation. I can’t even hear it.

  Li Qiao felt clear, with an intriguing curve hanging on her lips, and strolled onto the promenade of the River Valley Villa.
  ……
  The indoor boxing gym is located at the end of the hotel’s leisure area.
  Rao Dapingding venue occupies a vast area, and the surrounding supporting rest facilities are also very complete.
  There are not many people in the boxing gym. There are a few men in training clothes standing at the door, looking at the boxing gym room from time to time, discussing things carefully.
  Li Qiao gradually approached, and she heard what they were discussing.
   "Do those two people have any deep hatred?"
   "I don't look like it, maybe it's a discussion."
  The man standing on the outermost side took a sip with a cigarette, pretending to shake his head deeply, "I guess they are rivals in love."
  Li Qiao passed them silently, her brows cold.
  Wei Anggang opened the gate of the boxing gym, and the people behind him murmured again,
If it is really a rival in love, it would be too terrible. The independent boxing room has been ruined.
  Li Qiao’s footsteps seem to be unhurried, but they still speed up a bit.
  He Chen's fist strength is approaching two thousand. If he really beats him, Shang Yu...
  The highest record in the three-class assessment and boxing strength test was left by He Chen.
  As for Shang Yu's punch strength, she is not very impressed, and may not have asked.
  In the lobby of the boxing hall, a few students were absent-mindedly hitting sandbags. Instructors and other staff gathered around the door of the private boxing room at the back, some paid and some received money.
   seems to be betting.
  Li Qiao walked over with a faint face, passing the first boxing room, she glanced at it casually, her eyes stopped.
  The humanoid fist target was broken, the hanging sandbag was broken, the floor-standing speed ball broke in two, and the foam and other fighting equipment were scattered on the floor.
   can be described as a mess.
  In the boxing room next door, you can still vaguely hear the sound of heavy objects falling.
  They destroyed the first boxing room, and they are destroying the second one at this time.
  At this moment, two men dressed as bodyguards came out from the corner of the boxing room. They walked quickly to Li Qiao and Wei Ang, and nodded: "Young lady, guard, young master and Chen brother are still fighting."
  Wei Ang glanced at Li Qiao’s face, then turned his eyes and asked: "Are there any injuries?"
  The bodyguard replied very understandingly: "There is no blood seen right now."
  Li Qiao pursed her lips, faintly looked at the closed boxing room door, "Open the door."
  The bodyguard stood still, Wei Ang swallowed his throat, and suggested in a low voice, "Madam, or else... let's wait."
  When the young master starts his hands, whoever goes to die.
The    boxing room was ruined, not to mention the flesh and blood of them, not only did not resist beating, but rushing in was comparable to taking the initiative to give a head.
  Li Qiao said nothing, slowly walked to the door of the boxing room, raised her sharp chin, "open it."
  Bodyguard and Wei Ang: "..."
Seeing that Li Qiao's eyebrows were cold, Wei Ang didn't dare to delay. He walked to the door with a look of death, raised his leg and kicked, but the door did not move.
  Wei Ang repeatedly kicked the door with three legs before breaking the door lock. The wooden door hit the wall behind the door due to external force. The moment it bounced back, Li Qiao stepped forward and pressed it with his toes.
  The sound of fighting is endless, and the sound of fists from close hands is never stopped.
  Among them, there was He Chen's sneer, "Shang Shaoyan, you have stepped back."
  At the moment Li Qiao raised her aim, a gray afterimage struck, a sandbag that had been knocked off.
   "Young Lady!"
  Wei Ang was so scared that he had to take care of the others, and he rushed past Li Qiao.
  At the same time, the sandbag slapped his face, and the fine sand was flying all over the sky.
   Due to inertia, Wei Ang backed away holding the sandbag, hit the wall with his back, and slid along the wall to the floor dazedly.
  It’s the second thing that hurts or not, the main reason is that the world is spinning around a bit dizzy.
  Shang Yu and He Chen, who were still fighting, were too involved causing them to ignore the sudden situation at the door.
  Until he heard Wei Ang’s exclamation, the heavy-breathing Shang Yu stopped his hand, and a trace of tension flashed across his eyes, "Pretty!"
  This boxing room also failed to escape the ruined fate.
  At this time, Li Qiao was standing a few steps away from Wei Ang, looking at him calmly, as if to say: do nothing.
  When the sandbag flew, she had already avoided sideways.
  If it weren't for Wei Ang, she would not have been splashed with fine sand.
  At the same time, Shang Yu hurriedly came to Li Qiao's face, his pupils tightened and his breath was uneven, "Is there anything wrong?"
  Li Qiao looked back and looked up and saw the handsome face of the man covered with sweat.
  His short hair is slightly damp, hanging slightly messy over the brow bones, and his eyes are red, which seems to be caused by prolonged exercise.
  His eyes fell, the man’s shirt was full of wrinkles, three sleeves on his chest were opened, and his bare chest had obvious bruises.
  Only, his handsome face is as handsome as ever, and there are no eye-catching scars.
  Li Qiao recovered, and touched the bruise on his chest, "Does it hurt?"
  Shang Yu shook his palms and brushed the sand off her shoulders, his voice was a little hoarse and vague, "Why are you here suddenly?"
  Li Qiao tilted her head and glanced at He Chen at the back, and asked instead, "Who won?"
  The voice fell, and He Chen, who was bent over and supported his knees, plopped and fell onto the foam cushion.
  Shang Yu's muscles all over his body were still showing excitement. He leaned sideways at He Chen, raising his lips and said, "You have stepped back."
  He Chen bent one leg in front of him, with his forearm on his knees, and sneered in a dumb voice: "We two each other, don't say the fuck.
  Although Shang Yu's posture was steady as a mountain, Li Qiao could still detect his trembling body, probably due to muscle twitching caused by excessive force.
  Li Qiao looked around, and once again faced Shang Yu, her eyes were bent, and she smiled slightly, "Are you tired?"
  The man breathed softly, his black eyes staring at her brows.
  (End of this chapter)