At night, the noise in the city gradually dissipated, but in some places, it ushered in the moment of awakening. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a building similar to the ancient Roman arena, except that it is located underground, and the circular stepped stands with a diameter of hundreds of meters are already overcrowded, they are stalking their necks, their eyes are red, they shout, shout, roar with all their strength, some wave their arms, some jump their feet to cheer, some beat their chests, but all of them show the same emotion, that is, madness - madness for the duel in the center of the field.

"Come on, big man!"

"Kill him!"

"Come on, I'm going to put all my belongings on you!"

"Red-haired devil! You useless thing!

"Fuck the bastard!

"Aren't you known as the boxing champion?

"!

That's right, this is the largest underground black boxing arena in Xuanyan City, and at this time, the dark horse challenger and the five-time defending boxing champion Liang Feifei are facing off in the ring, and the two are fighting for the championship throne. "... Why is this kid so difficult..."Liang Feifei, nicknamed the "red-haired devil", looked at the muscular giant in front of him who was taller than himself, and had 10,000 huskies in his heart. Originally, he thought that he would continue to win like this, but he didn't expect that today's reality would slap him in the face.

"Hehe, I'm going to win!" The dark horse on the opposite side is naturally Yao Ao, he followed Xu Mu's instructions and signed up for this underground gladiatorial competition, from the first day to now, he has won fourteen games in a row, if he wins again, it will be fifteen, and he will also get the championship of this year. "Red-haired old ghost, I'm here again!" Yao Ao wiped his nose and fought with Liang Feifei again. With his movements, the atmosphere in the arena reached a climax again.

"Tsk... This group of people is really happier than if they won. In a corner of the stands, Xu Mu sat there boredly eating melon seeds and complaining, in stark contrast to the enthusiastic audience next to him, he put his hand into the bag, but found that it was the last one just now, so he could only throw it to the ground casually, leaning on the seat with his hands on his chest and closing his eyes to recuperate. "It's boring... How long will we have to wait... It's..."

[You're really ruining the atmosphere.] 】

[A duel that has long known the outcome, what's there to see?]

[Oh, but I see you've been pretty high for the past few days, huh?]

[That's acting, after all, if I start like this, it will be too conspicuous, and now it's the last show, and I'm still pretending to be a bird.] ]

[It's really not dedicated at all! Go and copy "The Self-cultivation of Actors" 10,000 times!]

The two strong men on the stage were like Mars hitting the earth, hitting the dark ground, they fought with their bare hands, fists to the flesh, blood and sweat kept flying, igniting everyone's nerves—but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the balance of victory was always slowly tilting to one side as time went by. Finally, in the continuous complaining of Xu Mu and the system, Yao Ao hit the opponent's head with a punch, ending the game that seemed to be full of suspense but was all planned.

"Oh my money!"

"Bankruptcy, bankruptcy, bankruptcy..."

"Good Oreo (Yao Ao's pseudonym)!I love you to death!"

"Wha! Lao Tzu has long said that he will win!

With the loser being carried away on a stretcher and the referee announcing that Yao Ao had won the championship, the atmosphere in the arena also reached its peak, although it is still a few happy and sad dramas that are staged here every day, but for Yao Ao, those are not the point, now he only has a large box of banknotes sent to him by the award presenter, he grabbed the box, grinned, and his mouth full of copper teeth was about to fly with laughter.

"This stinky boy!" Xu Mu looked at Yao Ao, who finally came back to his senses and waved desperately at him, showing an expression of "come and praise me", helplessly stretched out his hand and gave him a thumbs up softly, and then cheered weakly "oh-".

"Forget it, after all, this time it is indeed a bumper harvest, let's let him stink and be beautiful..."Listening to the tsunami-like voices of the surrounding mountains and finally turned into shouts for Yao Ao's pseudonym, Xu Mu curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, got up and walked out of the arena.

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In a certain room in the office area of the arena, the atmosphere was unusually solemn.

"Boss, just let that bastard take the 500,000 yuan bonus?" a man couldn't help but speak, breaking the silence in the room.

"What else can we do? Do we have to break our own rules?" asked another rhetorically.

"The rules are set by people, and we insist that it is 50,000, what else can he do?"

"Come on, no one else is stupid - besides, even if we succeed this time, what will we do in the future? If we lose our reputation, who will come to us to watch the game again?"

"I..."

"Okay! don't fight!" The middle-aged man sitting in the top position interrupted the two, it was obvious that he was the boss here and the owner of this arena, Ning Yichen, known as the "dustless boss".

"Hmm..."Looking at the silent crowd, Ning Yichen narrowed his eyes, and his fingers rhythmically tapped the chair quilt, making a regular sound. "Lazy man, go check the betting and see how much money that kid named Xu Mu has won!" he said to one of the people in the room after thinking for a while.

"Boss... I've already counted it..."The subordinate who was called "slacker" swallowed and spat, and handed the notebook paper to Ning Yichen tremblingly.

Smack! Ning Yichen only glanced at it after taking it, and then angrily smashed the notebook to the ground, "Bastard! Tens of millions! Since I opened this arena, I have never suffered such a big loss!" He looked at the silent group of subordinates, and his anger couldn't stop surging, "Rubbish! It's all rubbish! What use do I want you to do!?"

"The owner of the field, please calm his anger, the most important thing at the moment is to recover the loss first, and the rest can be released first. At this time, standing behind Ning Yichen's left, a man who looked like a master spoke, and he was in a hurry to speak at such a time, which showed that his status was not low.

"Huh-I know..."Ning Yichen softened his emotions after listening to his master's words, "It seems... The only last resort is to resort..."