The word "game--over" in the gymnasium shows the end of the game on a large LED display. As soon as the event ends, the gamblers who have won the money immediately cheered. Within fifteen minutes, the money will naturally be transferred to the bank card they reserved. The gamblers who have lost money can only beat their chests and stamp their feet, and regret it.

After a brief rest, the fourth game began soon.

A host in a tuxedo walked onto the ring, holding the microphone and shouted in a rough voice: "Now, we are invited to our ever-winning general, the 'fighter', known as the murderer, to appear. I heard that there are more than a thousand women he has slept with, enough to open a sperm library." (English)

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh." Amid the cheers of the gamblers and the joking of the host, a middle-aged man wearing a black battle robe and murderous look rushed into the venue. In addition to the muscle lumps that were trained horizontally, the most eye-catching thing was that his hair was dyed into eight colors."

The fighter looked arrogant and whistled at some young and beautiful girls who were dressed with sluts, showing off their chest muscles from time to time, shouting: "Baby, come here, come here quickly." (English) His arrogance made the girl's boss or boyfriend slam fists. Many people angrily cursed: "Fuck you, you are a slut, you are a dog girl who is raised." (English)

Seeing this, the host hurried out to save the scene. The rough shouts rang out again: "Now, another contestant who invited us - a little wolf from Mongolia. Legend has it that he could kill a cheetah with bare hands. The battle tonight will be extremely exciting."

Before he finished speaking, a young man who was only 1.7 meters tall and had a solid figure turned over to the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for your throat and palms? The fight against the little wolf begins now." (English) The host turned off the microphone and walked off the ring.

The fighter had a high opinion of himself and did not take the little wolf in front of him seriously at all. He did not rush to take action, and leaned against the pillar on the east side of the ring with his cheek. "What's your name?" (British) the fighter asked knowingly, and asked lazily.

Seeing that he didn't do it, Xiaolang didn't do it either, and said calmly: "Little Lang." (English)

The fighter's eyes were full of contempt, and he slowly stretched out his thumb, turned it back, and then poked it down hard.

A few flames appeared in the little wolf's eyes, and then the flames became bigger and bigger and hotter. He stared at the fighter plane, and his body slowly arched, like the prelude to cheetah hunting: "I have been looking forward to fighting you for a long time. Although you have become famous, today... I want to use your corpse to create my glory!" (English)

"Cao your mother, you're pretty crazy. I've killed more than 20 people here, and you'll be like them in a while, lying here like a dead dog?" (English, omitted below) fighting and provoking the other party, fighter likes this feeling very much.

"I really don't believe it!" Xiaolang's eyes lit up several times again, and his aura burst out after being compressed to the extreme. With a roar of shock, his curled body shot away like an arrow from a string, and the entire arena trembled slightly.

A simple sweep was performed but the visual impact was interpreted. The audience on the stage even felt that several afterimages appeared in their eyes, their eyes widened, and they were all focused on the ring! This little wolf is really a hidden master.

The little wolf is not simple, and the fighter is not a fictional reputation. When the former's legs are still close to the fighter's head, the latter uses a move to "eagle catch the chicken" and holds the fierce calves deeply.

The fighter screamed, raised the wolf's entire body over his head, and threw it out. This fall made the wolf fall into a dilemma. Before the wolf could react, the fighter repeated the movement just now with his domineering power.

"Wow." (Meng) The little wolf spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that the other party was about to use the same trick again, the little wolf endured the pain and used a move to pull the onion onions on the dry land, jumped above the fighter and kicked it several times.

The fighter was knocked back several steps by this fierce kick, and then his body was in a state of disarray and hit the ground hard. The little wolf also retreated to the side and gasped for breath due to the pain and excessive force.

Xie Wendong and others clearly heard a large number of noisy sounds suddenly appearing out of thin air, especially the "Thirty-person" team next door shouting the most intensely.

"Stand up, bastard." "You *mom, I have invested 300,000 or 400,000 on you. Get up quickly." "Are you so tired of being a woman? Stand up?"

Perhaps it was stimulated by the shouts of hundreds of gamblers, and the fighter supported the ground with both hands and forced himself to stand up.

Afterwards, the fighter was like a devil, and he didn't care about the opponent's fists and kicked it down like raindrops. The gymnasium suddenly became lively again, and whistles and cheers were everywhere.

"That little wolf, I can't hold on for long." Chu Bo hugged his hands and said in a bad tone.

He wasn't concerned about the life and death of the boxer. He was concerned about Dong Ge's 300,000 yuan in vain. Xie Wendong shook his head and said quietly: "I don't think so. Look at that fighter, the momentum is not enough to have enough strength. The punch he just made just now is enough to break the little wolf's ribs. Look at that little wolf, is he like someone with a broken rib?"

After Xie Wendong reminded him, everyone suddenly realized it. Golden Eye asked tentatively: "What Brother Dong means is they are fighting fake punches?"

Xie Wendong nodded: "Eight out of ten."

"But the staff member had been instigating us to buy fighter jets to win?"

"I'm afraid only the person who is on the banker behind the scenes and the boxer participating in the competition know about this kind of thing. Look, the winner will be decided soon."

Shortly after the words fell, Xiaolang punched the fighter plane directly off the ring with a punch. A long-awaited fight turned out to be such a fucking result.

Even a fool understood that there was something wrong with it. Thinking of the huge amount of money, a considerable number of angry gamblers threw beer bottles, fruit trays, stools, chairs and so on into the swimming pool.

"Grass." The 30-person team next door could not control their excitement, and leaned out and yelled and cursed.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene began to get messy, Xie Wendong gave Chu Bo a look and signaled that it was time to take action. Chu Bo nodded and held a rope on the ground in his hand. One end of the rope was fixed, and a climbing hook was tied to the other end.

Xie Wendong curled his lips and ordered: "The carnival party has begun now." Jinyan took out the phone and made a call. After thinking about the phone, no one answered it. Then he heard a "boom" sound, all the lights in the gymnasium went out, and the entire gymnasium fell into darkness.

Before the enemy could react, Chu Bo shook the rope from the "balcony". Because there were hooks tied, the rope easily hooked the railing of the balcony. He carried two slightly rushes and walked over the tight rope.

Just as thirty people were angry about the result of the competition, a black shadow actually touched it along a rope.

"Dadadada" the black shadow shot domineeringly on the rope, and that style was like a god of killing descending to earth.

The twelve people who surrounded the balcony to watch the results of the competition were killed without even seeing the other party's face. People are so fragile. The person who was so good just now may turn into a corpse that disappeared in the next second.
Chapter completed!