After Wang Xiaohu and Mike took the stage, the host reminded all the audience to start betting.

Odds of 10 to 1.

That is to say, if Wang Xiaohu wins, the person who bets on him to win can bet on one win ten, and if Mike wins, he will bet as much as he wins.

But even so, the audience still bet on Mike to win, after all, the disparity in strength between the two sides is like an iron nail, even if Wang Xiaohu loses 100, he doesn't dare to bet.

The same goes for a bunch of bosses including the front row, a million less, five or six million more, all bet on Mike to win.

There is only one person except for it, and that is Zhang Long.

Zhang Long, as Wang Xiaohu's agent, sat in a row with the little princess, Xue Meng, and Mike's agent assistant, and so on, closest to the ring.

Zhang Long didn't bet much, one million, bet on Wang Xiaohu to win.

The coming day is long, and Zhang Long doesn't want to exaggerate too much.

But this move. It still caused a sensation in the audience.

People soon realized that Zhang Long, a primary school student, may be a rich second generation, and this kung fu child combination may have been brought out by Zhang Long, a rich second generation.

But in the eyes of people, this kind of play is tantamount to spending money to find death!

"Kids. Thank you for a million. ”

Mike's boss, a bald old man, smiled at Zhang Longdao, his eyes full of excitement to pick up the money.

Zhang Long chuckled and replied: "Each other, I hope you can win, otherwise this game will make you lose until you vomit blood." ”

The bald man was stunned for a moment. Deep brown eyes instinctively flashed a flash of panic.

Because the odds of ten to ten are mainly aimed at him, Mike is his boxer, if Mike loses, then as the boss, he needs to compensate ten times for all the bets on Wang Xiaohu to win, and all the bets on the spot, he can't get a penny, and his bets will be output.

Zhang Long bet one million, so if Mike loses, just to pay Zhang Long, the bald head will cost 10 million.

It's not a small amount, so the bald foreigner suddenly panicked, after all, he has never gambled on such a big odds.

But he quickly regained his self-confidence, because his fighter would not lose, the other party was just a schoolboy, not to mention Mike, even if he was bald and came to the stage by himself, he could beat this schoolboy to death in a second, how could he lose?

This is also the reason why he agreed with the organizer to set this odds of one to ten, that is, self-confidence!

It took nearly five or six minutes for all the bets to be completed, and there were thousands of spectators on the scene, only eight people bet on Wang Xiaohu to win, and except for Zhang Long's one million, the number of bets on others was very small, all of them were 20,000 with the minimum standard, which looked more like a kind of sympathy and friendship comfort knowing that they would lose.

It is conceivable how little confidence people have in Wang Xiaohu, and they should have no confidence.

"Two players, come!"

In the ring, the host greeted him, and Wang Xiaohu and Mike walked to the center of the ring.

Mike was still arrogant, moving his thick arms while looking at Wang Xiaohu like a sand sculpture and smiling.

Wang Xiaohu also had a calm face, looking directly at the other party without dodging or evading.

For this arrogant Bai Mao, who forgot his surname, he didn't have the slightest affection, and just wanted to brainwash him with violence and let him understand the horror of Chinese kung fu.

"Children, is there anything to say before the game starts?" the host asked Wang Xiaohu with the microphone.

Wang Xiaohu rolled his eyes lightly, stared at Bai Mao and said: "There's nothing to say, just one sentence, I'm here to make money, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!"

Quite a domineering opening statement.

"Hahahaha!"

As soon as Wang Xiaohu's words fell, Bai Mao looked up to the sky and laughed.

The crowd in the surrounding stands was also laughing, coupled with the thrill of gambling. Once again, the atmosphere reached a climax.

A schoolboy with fine skin and tender flesh said in the ring infested with this kind of beast that God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, which is indeed a kind of sand sculpture that is so obscene that his brain is full of water.

"Little sand sculpture!" The white-haired man looked down at Wang Xiaohu and shouted in broken Chinese with four voices: "You Chinese have a saying, it is called to screw your head off as a night pot, hehehe, I will screw your head off as my night pot, and screw off your Chinese kung fu head as my night pot, you ugly drama spirits who can only act!"

After speaking, he made a crotch-pushing motion towards Wang Xiaohu, which was extremely insulting and ignored.

"It seems that Mike is really prejudiced against Chinese kung fu," the host was embarrassed, "but no matter how prejudiced you are, you can't do this kind of action to a child, hehe, it seems a little indecent......"

"Bang!"

The white hair punched the host in the face.

The host, who had not finished speaking, suddenly fell to the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

There was another howl in the audience, and the blood was boiling!

Bai Mao grinned and glared at the host lying on the ground: "I am only indecent to you Chinese, you garbage who have no real skills and can only talk cannons are not worthy of my respect!"

After repeated blunt contempt, some domestic viewers finally couldn't stand it, stared at Mike with righteous indignation, and even regretted betting on Mike to win.

Of course. Most people still like this kind of rude and violent atmosphere, coupled with the joy of making a 100% profit, and all kinds of cheers and shouts.

The host dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, after all, he was not a professional boxer, he struggled to get up from the ground, and looked at Wang Xiaohu helplessly. He announced the start of the game and hurriedly withdrew from the ring.

In the underground boxing match, there are no rules, not even the referee, after the game starts, just one word, fight. Until one of them falls to the ground and cannot stand up, or voluntarily admits defeat.

"Little sand sculpture, your head is going to be my night pot, hahaha!"

The two fists collided, and Bai Mao made a crotch action against Wang Xiaohu again.

Nearly two meters tall. The height of his legs alone exceeds that of Wang Xiaohu, so this action is even more uncomfortable for Wang Xiaohu.

Although he is not very old, Wang Xiaohu can clearly feel this unscrupulous insult and arrogance.

You don't mind once or twice, but it's been arrogant for more than an hour from the backstage to now. I can't stand it!

"It's really a Buddha who also has fire, do you really think that elementary school students have no temper?" grinning, Wang Xiaohu was angered by success.

He looked back at Zhang Long and said, "Daddy Long, do I want to kill him and affect the money?"

Zhang Long chuckled, "It doesn't matter." I'm optimistic about you!"

Wang Xiaohu smiled and looked back at the white head.

At this time, the audience instinctively quieted down, and one by one they were nervous, some were worried about Wang Xiaohu, but more because of the upcoming bloody excitement. and the excitement of winning a big buck.

"Have you ever seen the watermelon explode? ”

With a tease from the commentator, the game officially began.

In the quiet atmosphere, Wang Xiaohu stood still in the ring, shirtless, not only with fine skin and tender meat, but also compared to Mike's mountain-like body. It is even more fragile, like the contrast between a large stone and an egg.

"Tom, tom. ”

Mike walked towards Wang Xiaohu and deliberately stepped on the ring with a tom to show how strong his strength was.

"With one finger, I can screw your head off!"

Stand one meter away from Wang Xiaohu. Mike smiled cruelly, and his big hand wearing a half-finger glove slowly rose towards Wang Xiaohu's head.

He is defenseless, and he doesn't need to be defenseless, in his eyes, Wang Xiaohu is a simple child who can twist his head off with one finger.

"Whew......"

Some spectators at the scene pulled their hair and howled, as if they had seen the perverted scene of elementary school students being abused and killed.

The rest of the audience also looked sideways, but their expressions were still full of extreme excitement and perverted pleasure.

Only the few people who bet on Wang Xiaohu to win closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at them directly.

"Hula!"

At this moment, Wang Xiaohu moved.

When Mike's palm was less than a foot away from him, Wang Xiaohu's eyes suddenly froze. A pair of hands grab each other's wrists and take off at the same time.

The eyes of the audience also took off.

I saw that Wang Xiaohu's small body was really as flexible as a kung fu child in the movie, supporting Mike's arm with both hands, and the whole person flew up sideways. Head down and feet on top of each other, feet straight to Mike's door.

"Bang bang!"

There were two muffled noises in a row.

It sounded like the sound of a stone hitting a cowhide drum.

Mike's face door was stepped on twice by Wang Xiaohu with his heel.

Mike was stunned, only to feel that his face was hit twice by the steel giant hammer, and the sky spun.

The original sinister smile on his face disappeared. There was only one blow left to stunt caused by the suddenness of the blow, and then, two streaks of blood spurted out of the nose, and the whole person fell straight down.

"Plop!"

Mike's body smashed into the ring, and in the quiet scene, he could hear it very clearly.

Wang Xiaohu landed. He raised his middle finger at Mike and grinned, "Trash, you're going to die today!"

Looking at this scene, the audience went crazy, only to feel that their brains exploded and rumbled.

This elementary school student actually knocked Mike out?

The hare flew up in the air, and after a commotion operation, he kicked a male lion in a circle with the little feet of the Q bomb?

Everything was so extraordinary, the brain collapsed.

"KKKK, KO Mike was KO by an elementary school student?"

After a long time, one of the commentators in the commentary seat stuttered for a long time before he could finish speaking, and his eyes were about to fall out.

"Are they all dead?

Zhang Long glanced at the commentary seat and shouted loudly.

The voices that shook the audience woke up all the audience.

"Ah...... Oh...... What happened? hahahaha......"

A greasy uncle who bet on Wang Xiaohu to win was the first to jump. Laughing like a giant baby of 200 pounds.

Then, the rest of the people who bet on Wang Xiaohu to win also applauded and laughed backwards.

I thought it was just emotional support, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, this is a hope to exchange 20,000 for 200,000!

And the rest of the audience who bet on Mike to win is very sad.

Everyone looked incredulous. I don't believe it if I kill you!

"This can't be, this is acting!"

"Cao Nima's, I said not to act, isn't this a fraud of money?"

"Mike can't beat this sand sculpture schoolboy? Is Lao Tzu stupid? No, let Lao Tzu go!"

……

The audience was furious and felt that their IQ had been insulted.

"Oh no, Mike is spurting blood, it looks real!" At this time, a young woman noticed that something was wrong.

Suddenly, the scene was quiet again, and the insulted IQ was challenged again!

Mike was still lying on the ground, his eyes glazed over, his eyelids struggling hard, as if forcing himself not to faint, and the nosebleed was still gushing for money.

It's really real, it's not like acting.

So the question is, can a professional boxer be beaten like this with the strength of a primary school student? Mike's head is claimed to be able to withstand ten consecutive hammer blows with a force of 150 pounds!

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