"It must be a fake punch, and the money will be refunded!"

Many people were wondering if there was something wrong with the competition. Various noises in the audience rang out, the host's face looked a little bad, and even he himself doubted whether there was something wrong with it.

The main reason is that Shen Lang doesn’t look like a master at all. If he is really a master, he will have to play a few rounds to show his level. This kid won too abnormally!

"Fuck, this bastard Shen Lang is so amazing!" Zhou Kuang cursed in the VIP private room.

He knew that Shen Lang would win, but Dagou was close to a four-star master at least, so he had to hold on for a while, right? Unexpectedly, Shen Lang was so violent that he could get rid of his head.

The audience thought that the counterfeit boxing was being used in the venue.

Zhou Kuang actually arranged a lot of fake punches before, but this time it was not fake punches, but Shen Lang's performance was too similar to fake punches.

"Brother Kuang, the audience below have already had a big fuss, what should I do?" a maid pushed open the door of the room and said.

Zhou Kuang frowned: "Let me think about it."

Wan Tianpeng, who was standing beside him, said: "This is very simple. Let's arrange a more powerful character in the second game so that the boy Shen Lang won't be so easy, and dispel the audience's suspicion."

Zhou Kuang patted his thighs: "Yes, that's it!"

"Brother Kuang, who is the right arrangement?" asked the maid.

Zhou Kuang thought for a while and said, "Let the ghost face come on this game! By the way, the rules are adjusted to a life-and-death struggle."

The horseman was shocked when he heard the name Ghost Face and immediately said, "Okay!"

The audience was in chaos, and a group of spectators came forward and shouted to refund the money.

The host comforted the scene, but few people paid attention to him. More and more people thought that Shen Lang must have fought a fake punch, and there was some kind of metal weapon hidden on his body.

The metal cage opened and Shen Lang walked off the ring.

Several strong men immediately surrounded him and handed him water to Shen Lang. Shen Lang didn't go to pick him up and sat directly in the seat next to him.

Soon, the maid sent by Zhou Kuang came over, took the microphone from the host, and said loudly: "Everyone, please calm down first!"

"Jing, your father! I spent a lot of money to come and see the boxing. You gave me fake boxing. Is this still of quality?"

"Refund the money, you need nothing to say!" another middle-aged man shouted.

The maid coughed and said, "Don't worry, Brother Kuang asked me to come here, just to give you an answer."

As soon as these words were said, the voices at the scene suddenly became smaller, and the title of Zhou Kuang was quite powerful. The maid said loudly: "This Shen Lang boxer is here to fight boxing for the first time. Everyone suspects that he is fighting fake boxing, and I can understand this mood. The main reason is that this Shen Lang boxer is here for the first time. We don't know much about his strength.

But our market has been a long-term reputation here, and many of us are doing big business, so we must know the importance of credibility. We will never ruin the reputation of our market for a fake punch, which is not worth the loss."

"Brother Kuang asked me to lead the conversation, but I felt that there would be no counterfeit punches in the venue. In order to eliminate everyone's doubts and at the same time, we should show our fair position in the venue, the next rule will be a life-and-death struggle!"

A discussion came from the audience soon.

"A life-and-death struggle?"

"It's almost the same!"

The mamass cleared his throat and continued, "I believe everyone knows the rules of life and death fighting. If life is a bet, it is absolutely impossible to make a false statement."

The audience was talking about it all, and many people agreed. Although it was a bloody underground boxing match, no one would joke about their lives.

"A life-and-death battle is OK, but who are you going to let the show? The person who fights against this boy named Shen Lang must be someone better than the Big Dog!" A man's scream came from the audience.

The maid said: "That's natural, the last champion is the last time, the ghost face!"

"Ghost Face?"

"The last champion!"

"Is it the murderer wearing a skull?"

There was a commotion in the audience, and the noise was quite disturbing. It seemed that this "ghost face" was much more powerful than a big dog.

Shen Lang sat quietly aside, ignoring the everyone's conversation.

He just wanted to finish these twenty-five games as soon as possible, save Su Ruoxue and the others, and then kill Zhou Kuang and Wan Tianpeng!

Not long after, amid the cheers of everyone, Ghost Face appeared arrogantly.

This guy is about 1.9 meters tall, and he can only be considered average in boxers. He has various skull tattoos all over his body, and there is a long scar on his face, which is amazing.

The ghost face is still a bald head, and the head is tattooed with skull tattoos. When an ordinary person meets him, he can't help but feel a sense of fear.

"Okay, what's on the court is our last champion, ghost!!" The host shouted word by word, as if a little excited.

The audience in the audience was even more excited. This ghost face was not only powerful, but also extremely cruel, nicknamed as a murderer. Almost all the boxers who competed with him were beaten to death by him.

Ghost face walked onto the stage with a huge stride, raised his hands, as if enjoying the tide-like shouting below the stage.

The audience was very excited. The style of looking at the ghost face would definitely be quite bloody in the next game.

Soon, the game began.

Both sides came on the field and the metal cage was closed.

When it was time to place bet again, Shen Lang's odds were adjusted to 1 and 5 in compensation, and 1.2 in compensation for 1.

"Tianpeng, what do you think of this bet?" Zhou Kuang asked Wan Tianpeng in the vip private room.

Wan Tianpeng smiled and said, "There shouldn't be many people who should bet on Shen Lang to win this game. These guys in the business world are quite conservative, and there will not be too many people who dare to bet on Shen Lang to win."

"Haha, your thoughts are similar to mine." Zhou Kuang smiled. He had been operating in the venue for so long and had all kinds of gambling games. He had already figured out the thoughts of these audiences.

The betting data is similar to what Wan Tianpeng and Zhou Kuang thought. Although Shen Lang won a game, most viewers thought it was a fraud and still did not trust Shen Lang's strength.

The result of this bet, Shen Lang won only two million, while the bet of ghosts won more than two million.

In fact, this is also related to the strength of Ghost Face. The last champion was originally close to the top level.

The cheers at the scene came one after another. The fat man who had won 10 million just now was very excited and shouted loudly: "Shen Lang, I will continue to bet on you to win in this one million game, come on!"

"Damn it, I've had a bad luck, and I want to leave for the second time?" The man in the suit next to me said disdainfully.

The fat man shrugged: "I made 10 million, and I'm sorry to spend another million in."

"Tsk!" A group of people around showed contemptuous eyes at the fat man.

"Who said that Shen Lang would definitely lose? Maybe that player just now won by strength!" The fat man said disapprovingly.

"Come on, I've watched so many games, and I've never seen anyone who can catch someone's head."

"That's right, the master must have been faked!"

On the ring, Shen Lang and Ghost Monk stood on one side.

In order to dispel the audience's doubts, someone used a detector to detect the two people and confirmed that there were no metal objects.
Chapter completed!