"Who's going first?" asked one of the gringos.

This is an emaciated middle-aged man, not very tall. Because of the emaciation, it looks big. Looking at his appearance, he should be Pakistani. He had dark skin and a beard on his face, similar to that of people from the Middle East.

Everyone else looked at him and didn't speak.

"Why don't you draw lots!" said the lame referee.

"Catch lots?"

"Hmm!Catch the lot!" The lame referee came up with another idea: "You can also go backstage to discuss it! Anyway, you can take him alone!

"Strategy, what strategy?" asked one of the Western-looking men.

This person should be from an island country in the South Seas, with Westerner blood on his body, and he should be a mixed-race child. Not purebred Westerners, but mixed-race people. Because, his height is not too high, only about 1.9 meters.

"Strategy?" the lame referee thought for a while and said, "Just like Sun Bin in the Warring States Period!" The nobles of Qi had a horse race, and Tian Ji, the general of Qi State, asked Sun Bin, the military advisor at home, how could he win against his opponent? This horse is amazing! Run fast, you can definitely win this race. The game is a best-of-three method, isn't it? So! Sun Bin gave General Tian Ji an idea! As a result, he won the game!"

"How did you win?" asked one of the gringos, puzzled. He does not know the history of China, and he does not know much about this history.

The lame referee looked at the gringo and didn't want to say anything. However, since I have already said it, I have been questioned by others, so I have to say it.

Thinking of this, he looked towards Fang Tian again. Seeing that Fang Tian didn't look at him, he really wanted to slap himself a few times.

In desperation, he had to say: "Sun Bin is a military strategist, he knows strategy. Therefore, he gave General Tian Ji an idea: let Tian Ji use the worst horse in his family to compete with the opponent's Maxima. Naturally, he lost the first game. In the second game, Sun Bin asked Tian Ji to use a top-class horse to deal with the opponent's medium-sized horse, and as a result, he won the second game. Game 3! I don't need to say it, do you?"

The lame referee looked at the gringos with his eyes. Seeing that these gringos didn't seem to understand, they had to continue: "In the third game, Sun Bin asked Tian Ji to use a medium horse to deal with the opponent's inferior horse. As a result, another game was won. In the end, Sun Bin won the game with a best-of-three game. ”

After half a day, these foreign bodyguards came to their senses!

"Oh, it turns out that Sun Bin is so cunning!"

"It's too cunning!"

"Where is this competition? If it is a competition, it should be superior to superior, medium to medium, inferior to inferior, and this is fair!"

"Yes, yes, that's fair!"

The lame referee pressed his hands down and said, "This is not cunning! This is wisdom!"

"Wisdom?" the gringos just couldn't react.

"Wisdom! This is the wisdom of the Chinese!" the lame referee said very seriously.

"It's called wisdom, I don't understand!"

"I don't understand, I don't understand, forget it! So, let's start the game now! Which of you goes first? Do you want to draw lots?" the lame referee had the feeling of playing the piano to the cow.

Nimadi! Lao Tzu said that he leaked his mouth, so he told you these strategies. As a result, playing the piano to the cow! Saying it is equivalent to not saying it. In that case!

Otherwise, if you use strategy to win Fang Tian, then I'm sorry for Fang Tian.

"Let's discuss!" one of the gringos came to his senses and stopped. Then, he said to his companions: "Let's go backstage and discuss! I think his Chinese wisdom just now makes sense! I have an idea!"

It was a tall, burly middle-aged Asian man with dark skin. Obviously, it's a person who lives on an island in the southern subtropics.

Quite possibly! His ancestors were of Chinese descent.

"How to negotiate?"

"What are you discussing?"

"What do we have to discuss?"

"What are we discussing?"

The others were puzzled and asked.

"Let's go backstage to discuss!" the tall, burly middle-aged Asian man opened his arms and drove everyone to the backstage.

"Don't go backstage!" Seeing this, Fang Tian shouted at them: "You guys discuss here! I'll go backstage with the referee to avoid it." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, let's go backstage, you guys discuss here!" the lame referee saw this, and hurriedly supported. Then, he beckoned to Fang Tian and walked to the backstage.

Seeing that Fang Tian and the referee were gone, the eight people settled down.

"Then what do we say?" asked one of them, anxiously.

"yes!" the others responded, and looked at him.

The tall and burly middle-aged Asian man pressed his hands towards everyone and whispered, "Didn't the referee just say that you want to use strategy?"

"That's cunning! Not the wisdom of the Chinese, but the cunning of the Chinese!"

"Yes, yes, yes, cunning!

"Hahaha!" someone smirked.

There were also people snickering on the side.

"This is wisdom!" the tall and burly middle-aged Asian man patiently explained, "We also follow the example of that man named Sun Bin!"

"Emulate Sun Bin?"

"Emulate this cunning ancient Chinese?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Aren't there eight of us? Aren't we? We already know his strength! Very powerful! Isn't it? So! We're now! I think! What we should discuss! Let's not rush to win! We're all trying to entangle him, to spend time with him, to drain his energy! Isn't he single-handedly picking us up?

"This?" the crowd listened and felt that it made sense.

"What about us! Men of strength are used against him at both ends, and men of the same amount are used against him in between. If you start playing against someone with strong strength, you can fight with him for a while and consume his physical energy. In the middle, use people of similar strength to entangle him. Finally, let the strong man end the battle! Defeat him......"

"So, which of us wants to play first? Listen to you? The last person to play is the winner! So, what about us! Isn't the one who comes first the loser?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The tall, burly middle-aged Asian man looked at everyone with disdain and said, "Are we all losing to him?"

"This?"

"If you don't cooperate, I think I'm losing anyway!"

"Okay! You take the lead!"

"I'll take the lead!"

"Good!"

……

The eight of them discussed for a long time before finally deciding on the order of appearance.

Under the mediation of a tall and burly middle-aged Asian man, everyone finally reached an agreement. Put the strongest people at both ends and the weaker ones in the middle. That's it! Aren't you going to take us alone? I'm going to drain your energy! I'm going to make you die in the ring!