Superstar Couple

   Chapter 364: Muay Thai Master

  ? No matter how busy Zhang Le is, but he still keeps practicing boxing every day, at least he will stand for a while. Of course, in Zhang Le's realm, no matter how you practice boxing, it's hard to make any progress. Nowadays, more needs to be enlightened!

  The crew stopped work early today. Zhang Le took Yang Xin'er to the Oak Park, Feng Lei followed with a face, and Zhang Le didn't bother to pay attention. One more person, one less person, it doesn't matter. Anyway, not many people went there, and Sun Zhong, there were only four people.

  There are too many bodyguards, but it seems to be lost. What's more, Sun Zhong's martial arts have soared now, even if he didn't have the realm of Huajin Grandmaster, he would not be far away. This Sun Clan descendant, who had experienced life and death with Zhang Le, followed Zhang Le and received advice from Zhang Le from time to time. Naturally, progress was very fast.

  The Oak Park is very large, and there are many rubber trees in it. I don’t know if it was named after it. There is no decent building inside, but it has a quaint taste.

  Naipeng is now in her forties, with dark skin and not a tall figure, but her eyes are shining brightly. It is an indisputable fact that Muay Thai hurts the body, but it is rumored that Naipeng went to India to learn the true teachings of yoga and figured out a set of health-preserving techniques. His body was so badly damaged that he did not want other Muay Thai boxers.

  Naipeng does not speak Chinese, but speaks English very fluently. There is no communication inconvenience between the two parties. He is very hospitable and looks very kind. It is beyond your imagination that he is the boss behind Thailand's largest underground black boxing market.

   "Master Zhang, what is wrong with your friend, isn't it our bad greeting?" Naipeng looked at Feng Lei and said to Zhang Le with a smile.

"Hehe, Master Naipeng ignored him. The guy followed, but he wanted to see a Muay Thai match. We are here to exchange martial arts. For a person who does not practice martial arts, it is undoubtedly very boring." Zhang Le smiled. Laughed and said. What Naipeng said was not that he was dissatisfied with Feng Lei.

  Whether it is Yang Xin'er or Sun Zhong, they both practice martial arts. Zhang Le and Naipeng exchange boxing skills. They naturally don't feel dull, but relish it, but Feng Lei is different. First of all, the guy didn't improve much in English, and even if he could fully understand it, he would only doze off if he didn't practice martial arts, plus that guy came with a purpose, naturally, he was a little impatient.

   "Thai boxing competition? Master Zhang, are you interested in going there too?" Naipeng said with a smile.

   "Okay!" Zhang Le glanced at Feng Lei and said with a smile.

  Fisting exchanges, some things are just clickable. No matter Zhang Le or Naipeng can talk about friendship, it is impossible to meet without reservation for the first time.

  Naipeng’s underground boxing arena is all over Thailand, and even other countries and regions in Southeast Asia. Naturally, it is impossible to be the only one in this oak garden, but it is undoubtedly the one with the largest specifications and the highest grade.

  Naipeng, Zhang Le and others suddenly appeared in the VIP area and attracted the attention of many people. Although Naipeng is the owner of this place, he rarely comes here. Obviously, the black boxing competition here is just a little play in the eyes of this Muay Thai master.

  However, they were relieved when they saw Zhang Le next to Naipeng.

  Zhang Le is very well-known and has a huge fan base. He is not only an international director, star, but also a kung fu master.

  Almost all the people who come here like fighting and fighting. Naturally, they know Zhang Le, a kung fu master among public figures. In addition, newspapers and magazines, the world's most famous and authoritative fighting magazine "Black Belt", reported on Zhang Le more than once.

  Of course, there are some people who don’t know Zhang Le. These people are not here because they like fighting. But because they like gambling. Black boxing is often accompanied by gambling boxing, without the black boxing boxing, there is no value in existence.

   "Which of them wins and who loses?" Feng Lei asked Zhang Le in a low voice.

  "Why are you asking? When have you been interested in this." Zhang Le looked at Feng Lei somewhat unexpectedly, feeling that something was wrong with this guy.

  "Don't worry about it, I believe your eyesight, who will win?" Feng Lei asked, with a hint of eagerness in his tone.

   "The one with the red pants." Zhang Le looked at the warm-up exercises before the Muay Thai competition, or the inherent ritual, between the two sides on the ring, and said immediately.

   "Hey!" Feng Lei smiled, turned around and left.

   "Bet on boxing!"

  Zhang Le was a little puzzled, Sun Zhong whispered two words to Zhang Le, and it suddenly dawned on him. No wonder that guy asked me who wins and who loses, and he was planning to bet on boxing.

   "Which fighter does Master Zhang think will win?" Naipeng asked Zhang Le. He didn't understand Chinese, but he could guess what Zhang Le and Feng Lei looked like.

   "What does Master Naipeng think?" Zhang Le smiled and did not answer the question.

   "The one on the left!" Naipeng replied with a smile without hesitation.

   "The boxer on the left is sharp, but the endurance is not good. If you don't win the first round, I'm afraid you will lose." Zhang Le smiled and said.

  The boxer on the left of Naipeng is wearing yellow pants, and what Zhang Le told Feng Lei is the one with red pants, which means that his views are different from Zhang Le.

   "Master Zhang is right, so I don't think the boxer on the right can last a round." Naipeng said with a smile.

   "That's not necessarily." Zhang Le shook his head and said.

   "Or, let's play like your friend did, just just mean it." Naipeng said with a smile and looked back at Feng Lei.

   "Then have fun? How much does Master Naipeng think is appropriate?" Zhang Le said with a smile.

   "How about five million dollars?" Naipeng said.

   "Yes!" Zhang Le nodded without any hesitation. Five million US dollars is really just a "playful" figure for him today.

  "Five million dollars? What five million dollars?" Feng Lei asked curiously.

  "How much did you buy?" Zhang Le asked with a smile.

   "What did you buy for how much?" Feng Lei was taken aback for a moment and asked.

  "Ask how much money did you buy for the bet?" Zhang Le said.

   "Hey, not much, not much!" Feng Lei smiled and said, "Small gambling is good, big gambling hurts you. Five hundred thousand baht!"

  Zhang Le nodded. It is indeed a small bet. Five hundred thousand baht is only about one hundred thousand yuan.

"Five million dollars? You won't bet too?" Feng Lei said, "You are a gamble. Oh, it might be a gamble for me, but a small gamble for you. Yes. We don’t understand the world of money people!"

  In fact, Feng Lei is not short of money. His salary is top in China, but for him, the salary is also small. His real income is the initial shareholding of Zhang Le and Wu Xiaoyong's shares in the online shopping website founded by the two partners.

  Feng Lei finished speaking, and then looked towards the ring.

  The black boxing arena is naturally not as gorgeous as a regular one. It can be described as extremely simple. It is just a high cement platform with no bedding on it, and it is also bloodied and a little cruel.

  On the arena, the two have already started fighting. (To be continued~^~)