Fan Hao strode to the open space in the middle, turned his head toward Mo Haoran, and said heroically: "It's a man, then come."

Mo Haoran shook his head, and then a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly walked to Fan Hao and whispered: "Can you start?"

"It's beginning, look forward to it." Fan Hao shouted loudly at this moment, and then his legs and fists started to move.

Mo Haoran sneered at this moment, and then the Tibetan martial arts he passed down from his family became much more ethereal in an instant, and there was only a Mo Haoran's afterimage in the air.

Mo Haoran rushed forward with no tricks. Just when Fan Hao caught him off guard, he punched Fan Hao hard on the thigh. Suddenly, Fan Hao groaned loudly. Then, his whole body tilted, and he stood on the ground with one foot, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

This happened so quickly. Everything was in the moment of lightning. No one present could see Mo Haoran's actions clearly. Just now, the two of them had already separated. Judging from the situation at the scene, Mo Haoran had clearly won.

Mo Haoran stood beside Fan Hao, looked at his fist gently, and blew gently into his fist, and said in surprise: "So, you are so careless. As expected, it's a bucket of food. Oh, it's really not enough, it's solved with one move."

Fan Hao's body tilted at this moment and sat on the ground. On his forehead, beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down. His face was full of pain, and he was still wailing softly in his mouth. He had no strength to pay attention to Mo Haoran's mocking words at this moment.

The entire hall became quiet again, so quiet that there was no sound of breathing. Everyone looked at Mo Haoran and Fan Hao in the middle in amazement, with their eyes full of disbelief.

Some of this scenes were unacceptable to them. At the beginning, people just used Mo Haoran's words as jokes, sneered at them, and did not take them seriously. However, the scene now showed everyone to understand. Mo Aoran's words at the beginning were not just used as jokes.

With this move alone, Fan Hao, a master of Taekwondo, was defeated. Moreover, he still lost a lot. After a while, a sound of gasping in the hall sounded.

Only Huang Xiaoyi, the expression on his face did not change much at this moment. He looked at Mo Haoran with a smile and quietly gave Mo Haoran a thumbs up. It seemed that he was saying to Mo Haoran, "It's a pretty thing."

Huang Shihua, the big boss of Xinhua Casino, was also dull at the moment. He looked at all this stupidly, and felt that his mind was as if he couldn't use it. He stared at Fan Hao who was wailing on the ground, his mouth moved, not knowing what to say. Occasionally, Huang Shihua's eyes fell on Mo Haoran, and a look of fear would pass through the depths of his eyes.

After a long time, Huang Shihua finally slowly recovered. He walked over quickly, held Fan Hao, and asked with concern: "Young Master Fan, is it okay."

"It's okay, at most I'll have a broken thigh and I'll just punch it. After a few months of rest, I can jump around again." Before Fan Hao could speak, Mo Haoran answered carelessly.

Although Mo Haoran was light, everyone felt very uncomfortable when they heard it. Everyone was muttering bitterly in their hearts, just a punch, and resting for a few months. Before they knew it, a deep sense of fear arose in their hearts.

Huang Shihua frowned at this moment, and injured the young master of the Fan family here, and his brother-in-law was injured. It would be a bad idea to say it. If you don’t know, Fan Hao’s old man Fan Fei will have to find a way to make things difficult for Xinhua Casino in the future. However, Mo Haoran has already done his hatred at this moment. It would be useless to say more about the rest.

"Master Fan, I've taken a little heavier, you won't wait for an opportunity to take revenge on me in the future. I don't know that Mr. Fan's skills are like this. If I had known it, I would naturally take a little lighter. Mr. Fan is also a trainer. I believe Mr. Fan can understand that he was injured in such a competition. Mo Haoran squatted down at this moment, looked at Fan Hao's painful face, and spoke softly.

Although Fan Hao is a playboy, Fan Hao still has some principles of being a human being. If he can become a master of Taekwondo, he will not be so narrow-minded that he will seek revenge on Mo Haoran in this regard. If his skills are not as good as others, then Fan Hao has nothing to say. He can only say that when the injury heals, he will continue to strengthen his skills training.

Fan Hao raised his head with difficulty at this moment and looked at Mo Haoran in front of him. Suddenly, Fan Hao saw through what Mo Haoran was thinking and worried about at the moment. Fan Hao immediately snorted heavily, used all his strength, and said, "You won't look for you if you are not as good as others. Don't be up to you. Don't be up to you. You have been practicing Taekwondo for so many years, and have lost and been injured. I have never found someone to settle the accounts after I have nothing to do."

After hearing Fan Hao's words, Mo Haoran and Huang Shihua immediately looked calm. Mo Haoran couldn't help but think in his heart that such a playboy disciple is rarely a bit bloody in martial arts competition.

"Some people come and carry Young Master Fan out and send him to the nearest hospital for treatment." Huang Shihua turned his head and said loudly to the servant in the villa behind him.

Soon, four men came. They lifted Fan Hao and walked slowly outside the villa. Outside the villa, Fan Hao's bodyguards were chatting outside. Now, seeing their young master being carried out, they were immediately panicked and without saying a word, carrying Fan Hao into a parked car and headed to the hospital where they entered.

After Fan Hao left, Huang Shihua smiled gently. He turned his head and said to everyone: "It's just a little accident. I hope everyone won't be surprised. Everyone eats delicious food and drinks and dances. If you have anything, you can talk to me privately."

When everyone saw Huang Shihua coming out to smooth things over, the expression on their faces looked a little better. Then, there was a soothing music immediately. Everyone immediately entered the atmosphere and started to eat and drink. They started to drink and drink again, and it became lively again.

However, everyone has their own ulterior motives. Especially those who make Huang Xiaoyi's idea now know there is no hope. They play in it perfunctorily for a while, dance to the music for a while. They took the opportunity to inadvertently touch the slender waists of several beauties. Finally, they began to leave one after another.

After all, because of the conflict between Mo Haoran and Fan Hao just now, everyone's fun was greatly reduced. Slowly, as the night darkened, there were no one in the villa. They all said a few words with Huang Shihua and left quickly.

During the following period, everyone in the hall did not dare to seek trouble for Mo Haoran. They didn't even have the courage to look at Mo Haoran, but occasionally glanced at Mo Haoran from the corner of their eyes. Mo Haoran and Huang Xiaoyi sat aside, drinking red wine and chatting, and were very happy. Of course, Huang Xiaoyi was inevitably praised and commended Mo Haoran's performance just now.

Huang Shihua's birthday party was very dull. At 11 o'clock in the evening, Huang Shihua's private birthday party officially ended. Many servants began to rush to the hall and began to pack up. Mo Haoran just took Huang Xiaoyi's slender hand and was about to leave the hall, when Huang Shihua walked towards him with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!