The venue where the fighting tournament takes place is right in the middle of the town of Murd.

This old gymnasium, which has been renovated countless times, is not large in size, but it is sturdy.

Contrary to the expectations of Lu Xiaochuan and his gang, the fighting matches between farmers and ranchers in order to compete for the right to buy can not only be held in the gymnasium in the center of the town, but also legally.

The official name of this event is called cowboy fighting, and I don't know, I thought I was going to play a revolver.

Whether it is a knowledgeable person like Lu Xiaochuan and Sister Tan, or a layman like Luo Xingwan and Little Stunner, in cognition, the underground boxing match, you are so good at hiding people's eyes and ears, why don't you call it underground?

But these farmers, who are worth a lot of money and hold large pastures, don't think so.

The situation is different in different places, and it can only be said that there is real chaos abroad.

Because of the sudden increase in the number of participants, the rules of the fighting tournament were forced to change beyond recognition.

Looser restrictions on the ring, simpler and rougher promotion rules, and more adrenaline-pumping foreign fighters......

At eight o'clock in the morning, the mist of the entire town of Murd had not yet cleared, and the gymnasium was already full of people!

A staggering 363 contestants took part!

Like Uncle Cousin, many bigwigs control more than one company, and as long as each company owns a farm or ranch, the owner of this company is eligible to sign up for the competition......

Still like Uncle Cousin, those bigwigs didn't put all the company under their own names.

"It's cheating!"

Uncle Zhang Zhenbang looked angry, "These greedy guys, the old faces of the fighting match, there are less than thirty percent left!"

Lu Xiaochuan pouted, aren't you the same?

Uncle Cousin himself made four places, and all the foreign aid invited was there, there was nothing to blame, everyone was under the rules, seeking benefits.

"I'm different, I really love pastures and cows!"

In the face of everyone's contempt, Uncle Cousin argued, "Charles Ranch can only be carried forward in my hands!"

Listening to Uncle Tang's broken thoughts all the way, everyone followed the flow of people and poured into the gymnasium.

The old gymnasium was suddenly remodeled, and the basketball court, which was originally in the center, was divided into three areas, each with an octagonal cage.

The three octagonal cages will be contested at the same time, speeding up the schedule, the rules of the game will be greatly simplified, the winner will advance, and if he loses, he will get out, if there is still a life.

The draw went on quickly, and one of the three hundred and sixty-three contestants, one lucky winner, had a bye.

The little stunner went to draw lots and drew the sixty-three.

There are two draws for each number, and if the same number is drawn, there will be a duel.

Although the draw was all real or fake ranchers, many fighters were also watching from the sidelines, and at the same time looking for guys they knew in the crowd.

As in all industries, the top circles are so big, they all know each other, and there are not many new faces.

Of course, in the eyes of these guys, raw faces often mean that they have little strength.

Among the boxers, blacks and whites account for the majority, and there are not many yellow people like Sister Tan.

Limited by racial differences, yellow people are inherently inferior to those with thick muscle fibers in martial arts.

Of course, this is not to say that the yellow race does not have outstanding fighters, but the number of fighters who emerge is smaller, and the number of those who end up in the black market boxing ring is even rarer.

The fighters would get together and whisper a few words, ask their respective bosses what number they had drawn, and if there was one with the same number, they would immediately separate, and even put a few cruel words.

It's not that there is any deep hatred, it's just that no matter how happy the conversation is, after all, you still have to use your fists to speak, and at this time, you just show a fierce appearance and don't lose momentum.

"Sixty-three, who got the number sixty-three?"

A black man with a fierce face chewed gum and asked in the boxer.

"I just saw someone draw number sixty-three, it's a pretty chick!"

"Well, over there, I don't know who her fighter is?"

"Catal, you black bear, you're lucky! Boxer No. 63 is the woman next to the pretty chick!"

The black man named Catalan looked at Sister Tan, and his eyes suddenly lit up!

Catalan feels that today is his lucky day, or the boss's lucky day, no matter who it is, he is lucky anyway!

The opponent in the first game turned out to be a dry and thin Asian woman, and God loves his child Catalan too much!

I'm going to be able to beat my opponent with ease, and then keep my strength up for the next fight.

But how many seconds should I let that woman struggle?

Do you want to break her delicate neck?

Perennial in all kinds of black market boxing matches, Catalan is an experienced guy, and unlike his fierce appearance, he is very oily.

After explaining to the boss, Catalan shook his arms and leaned over to the little stunner.

There were three strong men next to him, Catalan saw it, but he didn't care!

"Hey, chick, if you promise to give me a mouth in the octagon, then I'll spare your life!"

Catalan used the tone of a rap song to yell at Sister Tan.

People who can understand English suddenly have a chill on their faces.

"What does this guy say?"

Sister Tan guessed that the black man didn't say anything good, but still asked the little stunner with a blue face next to her, before the black market boxing match, provoking the opponent is simply an indispensable link.

Many formal fighting events also have rules for the two sides to meet before the fight.

"Let him lie in the hospital for at least half a year!"

The little stunner gritted his teeth.

"Yes, boss. ”

Sister Tan was breezy and even slightly waistless.

If the mouth can say dead people, my aunt and grandmother were scolded to death by the Lingnan Xiao family five years ago!

"Hey, girl, you're all cowards! I'll break your neck, right in the Octagon! Remember my words, I'll spare your life if you say yes!"

Catalan was still chattering, and the three boxers invited by his uncle hugged his chest to block the front, and Catalan raised his two arms, signaling that he didn't plan to do anything, and staggered away.

"How are you three?"

Uncle Cousin is used to seeing the wind and waves, and he doesn't care about rapping and swearing, "Do you want to find your opponent first?"

These three guys drew the numbers very low, they were not in a hurry, and they could always see who their opponents were.

The whole event is urgent as if to save the earth collectively after the game, the draw is over, and the three octagonal cages start at the same time!

Because it was the first round, the fight went fast, and the odds weren't too great if the fighters wanted to be evenly matched.

Not all the guys who come to the competition have the best quality.

Sister Tan stood on the sidelines, focusing on three purposes, observing the situation in each octagonal cage, and the powerful fighters were all remembered by her.

"Sixty-three! Sixty-three, report to the second octagon!"