"Adolf, are we really going to that fight match?" said Hess, one of the founders of the German Super Bremen Fan Organization (Die Deutsche-super-Bremen in German, abbreviated as DSB), as he looked at the leader of the organization as he was packing his things.

"Are you scared?" Adolf looked at him with a sneer, then grabbed Hess by the front of his shirt and lifted him up, "We've got hundreds of people! Can't we beat a yellow-skinned boy! If you do, get out of the DSB! Don't look like a!"

"It's going to be broadcast live on TV, what if the DFB gets into trouble with us afterwards?" Hess was sprayed with Adolf's saliva, but he didn't dare to wipe it, as the scars on Adolf's naked upper body showed that he was a fierce fellow, he had beaten a lot of thugs on this street back then, so Hess only dared to tremble and persuade him.

"We're all forbidden to watch the ball, how can we be punished? confiscate our TV! Hess, you'd better go home and nurse your baby!" Goering, the big fat man on the side, was wrapping a bandage around his hand, don't look at him fat, he was an officer a few years ago.

"Hehe, let him go, lest he lose the face of our DSB!" said the grim Himmler, who, like Goering, was a retired officer.

"Yes, leave the DSB badge and get out of here!" Himmler's partner Rohm stood up and kicked Hess in the ass, Hess fell to the ground for a long time before he got up, trembling and putting his DSB badge on the table, and walked out without looking back.

Hess was still annoyed by his cowardice, but it wasn't long before he saw the outcome of the affair and immediately began to rejoice in the wise decision he had made today.

"Let's go!" Adolf pushed his glasses and walked out of the small bar where they often partyed, followed by dozens of sturdy men. Die-hards from other DSB fan groups also came out of the various gathering points and headed in the direction of Bremen train station.

Munich is in the southeast corner of Germany, while Bremen is in the northwest corner of Germany, so the German Fight Association chose Erfurt, the capital of the central German state of Thuringia.

The German Fight Association has a large-scale fight club here, which has all kinds of fighting tables, auditoriums and other facilities, but its name is a little strange, it is obviously a fight club, why should it be called a beer hall if you don't make it? Could it be that the owner of the club has to play drunk and fight with people every time he drinks beer?

By the time Adolf and the others arrived, the referees, security guards, doctors, commentators and other staff of the German Fight Association were already in place, and the fans and fans who came to line up to buy tickets were lined up in front of the club.

Tickets for this game have been sold to 500 euros in the hands of scalpers, which is much more expensive than tickets for the Champions League final. Of course, there are also reasons why there are too few seats in the club.

After a fierce competition, the French newspaper Le Teams, Sky TV, Kicker magazine and ESPN Sports won the rights to cover the game, and the auction received a total of nearly five million euros.

"Are you the fighters of the DSB fan organization?" the staff of the German Fight Association handed Adolf a document, "This is the contract for this match and the insurance contract of the insurance company, you can sign this contract and after a physical examination to determine that there are no diseases that are not suitable for the competition, you can compete on stage!"

"Allianz Insurance has taken care of you! I am Benito, an Allianz insurance agent, and I am always ready to help you. A polite man next to the Fight Club staff greeted them. "Gentlemen, we all know that anything can happen in the ring, and Allianz Insurance will provide you with a free policy to relieve your worries and allow you to show off your strength in the ring."

"Italians?" Adolf picked up his origin in Benito's accent. "I don't trust the Italians, they can't do anything but drag their feet!"

Then he signed his name on the contract of the German Fight Association and walked past Benito with his head held high, and then Goering, Himmler, Rohm and others followed Adolf's example. Tear up the insurance contract to shreds, sign your name on the fight contract and enter the beer hall club.

Later, Lu Qiujian did not disappoint Benito, and signed his name after Liu Yuzhou checked the two contracts and nodded to him that there was no problem.

"There are more than 100 fans on the other side who have signed up for the competition!" Beckenbauer said as he walked up to Lu Qiujian. Although he had already seen Lu Qiujian's strength, the number of participants in the DSB organization was a bit too much, right? So he persuaded him, "We can extend the game to three or five days, and if you feel tired, just tell the referee and he will stop the game!"

"Okay, but I don't think they're all going to appear!" "If the first few are beaten a little harder, the people in the back must lose the courage to appear, right?

"This is Sky TV, we are broadcasting a special match for you, with Bayern Munich player Lu Qiujian taking on the representatives of the DSB fans in Bremen, and in just over ten minutes they will appear in this fight ring" The blonde beauties in the fight ring have begun to dance enthusiastically, and the major media have sent the news back to the headquarters, and all the spectators have already sat down, just waiting for the game to start!

"Himmler, you are the first to go! Teach him a lesson!" Adolf and the others had already changed into combat shorts and gloves, and more than a hundred people sat on the side of the fighting ring, surrounded by security guards who were like facing a great enemy.

Behind Lu Qiujian sat Bayern representatives such as Beckenbauer, Magath, and Kahn, as well as martial arts masters such as Colonel Kane, who had communicated with each other, and Mr. Military Attache was also huddled in a corner.

The fight started on time, Lu Qiujian and Himmler stepped into the ring, and the referee pulled them to the middle, "This match adopts the UFC no-limit fighting rules, no hair pulling, no eye insertion, no biting" After emphasizing the rules again, he waved vigorously, "The fight is on!" (To be continued.) )

PS: I'm back drunk and dizzy.,I'm really incompetent.,It's not when I wrote this chapter on station B.