Chapter 23
Bai Lang turned the cup in his hand, gently pushed the woman sitting in his arms aside, and looked at the man who took out the pills, "No, I don't eat this. And..." Bai Lang drank the drink in the cup in one gulp, "I should go back and rest. I wish you all have fun." He also put emphasis on the words "have fun" and "have fun". The guy who took out the pills looked very unhappy, and the few people who were drumming up trouble also looked unhappy, but it was really hard to say anything.
Who made Bai Lang their boxer now? Besides, if this kind of thing requires temptation or coercion... these few people alone cannot force him. If it were possible, someone else would have stepped in long ago. Now Bai Lang wants to leave, and no one dares to stop him - but someone dares to make a phone call immediately after Bai Lang leaves. Since the cheaper plan of using addictive drugs to control this boxer has failed for the time being, it is better to return to the traditional method of buying him off with money.
This way the cost is higher, but the success rate is also higher, and the atmosphere between the two parties will be better. When Bai Lang returned to his residence, he found that the agent who handled his match affairs was already waiting for him. The agent was also direct, he took out a stack of dollars and said that he hoped to have a fake fight... Bai Lang almost laughed, "You are so rough in doing things? At least you can chat about the future match first, and then beat around the bush to talk about the above meaning and finally take out the money to bribe me, right? You are so straightforward when you meet? But I like it."
Bai Lang looked at his agent, "A fake match? That doesn't matter. But you'd better pick a suitable one. If you want to cooperate with me in the performance, your acting skills are the minimum." Bai Lang was not obsessed with maintaining his reputation of being undefeated - he was confident in his martial arts, and winning or losing would not affect his confidence that he was the strongest man in the world.
Bai Lang thought so, because he had broken through the first level of the Golden Bell Cover and had achieved the Tiger Form. Now he could be called a martial artist. Is there such a person in this world? If he could also cultivate internal strength, then maybe he could, but I'm afraid that this world can't cultivate internal strength after all. After all, the world is imperfect, and the entry of internal strength cultivation is almost impossible. I don't know if there are any masters in China who can approach him, but there are probably no masters in Southeast Asia.
Fake fights had no effect on him, and he could get some money, which was fine, but Bai Lang's request was that he also wanted to play with guns. This was easy to handle, as places like Thailand were extremely lax, and getting a few guns to play with in the countryside was not a big deal in such an organization. However, these people would not let him play with stronger weapons, and pistols were the upper limit for these people - this was because Bai Lang cooperated.
Relying on his strong control over his body, Bai Lang quickly got used to firing a pistol. What he wanted to understand was not the power of a pistol, but how to fight against a pistol and a rifle. "It's not realistic to dodge bullets, at least not now. But by judging the shooter's muscles, eyes and sixth sense, it should be possible to successfully avoid the line of fire. To deal with an enemy with a gun, you can only take the initiative to attack and kill him before he hits you."
Bai Lang was thinking and simulating during his break. He should be able to do it because his Qinggong speed can be accelerated to a very fast level in a short distance. At least the person holding the gun will not have time to move the gun and react in time. "But facing multiple gunmen, it's very dangerous." Bai Lang knew this very well. If it was one-on-one, he could ignore the gunman, but if it was one-on-many... Bai Lang was not sure how many he could fight, but if it was ten or so people, he might not be able to do it.
Then try your best not to let yourself fall to this point. At least if you let him go and engage in assassination, there will be no one who can withstand his attack - but Bai Lang did not intend to challenge a place with surveillance everywhere.
However, these people have never given up on using lower-cost methods to control him, and Bai Lang indeed discovered that he seemed to have done something wrong - once the fake fights happened for the first time, they kept happening again and again, and not just fake fights, they even needed him to be a bodyguard - and this wasn't just anyone's bodyguard, in Bai Lang's opinion, it seemed like he was acting as a bodyguard for some thugs who were selling addictive drugs.
To be honest, Bai Lang felt it was boring. Now that he had some money, he hated the sale of drugs. "Sometimes I think I'm too easy to talk to." When his agent asked him to do something similar again, Bai Lang said this, and in Chinese. The agent was a typical Thai short black man, thin and small. He looked at Bai Lang and blinked - this man could understand Chinese to some extent, and he should be wondering what the boxer said.
However, this man should have been able to sense that the atmosphere was not right. But before he could react, Bai Lang had already pressed his neck, and the man collapsed on the chair and passed out. When Bai Lang walked out, no one paid special attention to him, so he just walked away in a swagger.
Bai Lang's identity could not withstand scrutiny, so he could not get a passport or leave the country - at least not to places like Singapore, but he could try to smuggle to other countries. "With my ability, where can't I go?" Bai Lang thought, but before that, the criminal gambling group seemed to be looking for him - who let him know a little about the group's trafficking of banned drugs.
It is not difficult to find Bai Lang, he is quite conspicuous - 1.8 meters tall is quite conspicuous in Thailand , not to mention he has a dignified manly appearance, which is even more conspicuous as a Chinese - his temperament is different. And he is not in a tourist hotspot like Bangkok, it is not difficult to find him in ordinary rural towns in Thailand.
Bai Lang did not deliberately hide his whereabouts this time. He still found a hotel to stay in - relying on buses to move between cities to see if there is any possibility of sneaking across. And now, he was sitting in the room, and his ears moved slightly, "Someone is coming, three people, judging from the footsteps and breathing, they can be considered martial artists." Bai Lang smiled and prepared himself directly on the side facing the door.
Of course, the other party would not shoot right away, but it was true that the door was suddenly kicked open. These three were all professional boxers. The first one rushed over with a special cowhide shield. It seemed that they were also prepared and tried to pass through the entrance safely. Bai Lang naturally saw that the two people behind him were holding knives. He retreated the moment the door was kicked open. Bai Lang just hit the guy who rushed over with a cowhide shield with a powerful long punch in the face...