As the only pay-TV station to bid for the right to broadcast the entire Gorosem tournament, NVC fielded an unprecedented lineup this time. In order to stand out from many competitors, the hostess Ji Mahua worked all night with the 70-year-old director and director, and even her cheeks were numb, and it was not easy for the soft old guy to come back to life satisfied.

So she came to this sea with her work team the next day, and the galaxy was not as arrogant as she imagined, and gave the greatest cooperation in many aspects.

All this made Ji Ma Hua feel that the Haitian soothsayer she met last month was simply a god, and the old lady only charged twenty yuan, saying that she would soon usher in a great turning point in her life, and as long as she could grasp it, she would not have to worry about anything for the rest of her life.

Now that the turnaround has appeared, Himala Hana can only hope that it will go smoothly to the end.

Today is the second day of the preliminary round, and the camera team has already been in place, with multiple cameras surrounding the killing arena from all sides. Hima hurried into battle while nibbling on bread, the bed here was so hard that it seemed to be covered with a stone slab, she didn't sleep well, but making herself glamorous in the shortest possible time was a compulsory subject for every host, and she had always been the best kind.

Compared with the perfect processing of post-editing, live programs with various uncertain surnames undoubtedly test the host's skills and adaptability. Ji Ma Hua knows very well that the station will choose the live broadcast in order to stimulate the ratings, which will make the whole bloody feast look more real. The NVC's cable television network covers most of North America and Europe, and the TV signal will be delivered to the audience by satellite for the first time, and the ratings of yesterday's games were not gratifying, which may be related to the laws and regulations of some countries that have banned them.

Of course, this is a question that the top management of the TV station needs to worry about. Ji Ma Hua has always only cared about what she should care about, and can always rely on the intuition of a female surname to find the key as accurately as a scalpel.

Let's say the 23rd at the moment.

No. 23 looked a few years older than Chen Mo, with a dark complexion and a gaze as cold as ice.

It only took him a few minutes to defeat his opponent, and the battle between two tenth-level powerhouses was like Mars hitting the earth, causing a large area of yellow sand to fly in the field, and he couldn't even see the fighting and killing movements clearly.

When the dust settled, the spectators of different colors and races in the stands found him standing upright.

"Hit-kill!" The surround sound equipment allows the narrator's elongated roar to be heard in every corner of the Super Bowl.

The cheers were like a tidal wave, mixed with countless loud and foul scolding.

"Fuck, damn it!" The lady beside Chen Mo also looked very annoyed, and raised her middle finger at No. 23 in the field.

She is the seventh wife of a Wall Street financial magnate, a full 30 years older than her husband. She bet on the dead fighter in this boxing match, and the number 23 cost her 10 million.

Seeing her rude sign language from a distance, Himala immediately motioned to the cameraman to point the camera at the stands. With the exception of the fighters, the Galaxy side stipulated that everyone photographed must have a mosaic on their faces to protect the VIPs**. No matter how bold she is, she doesn't dare to disobey her, and what she wants to convey to the TV audience is a contrast that is impossible to see in the outside world - the noblewoman is elegantly dressed, the pear-shaped diamond ring on her white finger is huge, and at first glance she is a successful person in high society, but at the moment she is indistinguishable from a street gangster, and the long-distance sound picker even captures her sharp screaming and scolding in the noise of tens of thousands of VIPs on the scene.

As soon as a person's disguise is stripped away, even a president and a king will become the most primitive beast.

Himala is pleased with the close-up, but she is soon attracted to the bald young man next to the noblewoman and yells at the cameraman to shift the camera.

The threats that Olivia alluded to were still sitting not far from Chen Mo. No. 23 seemed to be enjoying the cheers of the crowd, and had no intention of leaving the venue for the time being, standing there and casting a glance at them, and then following the gaze of these people, he looked at Chen Mo.

Time froze for a short time, and the two eyes met in the air, like iron and stone colliding.

No. 23 suddenly raised his right hand and hooked his fingers in the direction where Chen Mo was. His movements were projected onto four huge screens above the arena, and the stands fell silent.

Chen Mo stood up, and under the stunned gaze of the noble lady, he walked step by step along the hierarchy to the killing arena. Reaching the edge of the subsidence field, he ignored the galactic guards who were running from afar and shouting with firearms, and jumped over the guardrail of the stands.

The vertical drop between the arena and the lowest stands is also more than six meters. Chen Mo's near-suicidal act caused an uproar among the VIPs, and Milky's generous gesture made them spend a day that was exciting enough, but they didn't expect to witness the accident happen on the second day that followed.

Not everyone has the qualifications to be invited by the galaxy and sit in this epic venue. Premier League bosses, Middle Eastern chieftains, ship tycoons, these VIPs from all over the world are all well-known figures in their home countries, including some small country dignitaries.

For them, it is not easy to regain the feeling of heartbeat, but Chen Mo's performance at the moment is enough to make people stunned.

"Is this kid tired of being alive?" The noble lady who was sitting next to Chen Mo before was stunned.

More and more guards raised their guns and aimed at them outside the field, just waiting for the order to shoot Chen Mo to death.

Olivia, along with the head of security, arrived and quickly dispatched the guards. The female manager also didn't expect Chen Mo to act so straightforwardly, and she didn't even seem to want her life in order to get back the place. Fortunately, she had already contacted the president and obtained a special permit to allow Chen Mo to participate again.

No. 23 is now occupying Chen Mo's position, and if he wants to play, there is no doubt that only one of the two people can stay.

Olivia's heart was beating wildly, and she knew very well how strong number 23 was.

Chen Mo landed unharmed, and the sand and gravel under his feet splashed. No. 23 seemed to be able to sense his strength as well, his face showed disdain, and he sneered: "You are not small, you really dare to come down and send him to death......

Before he finished speaking, Chen Mo was suddenly posted in front of him.

Level 9 vs. level 10, Chen Mo didn't have much confidence before making a move, so he used the killing move stolen by the stealing master as soon as he moved, and he didn't even bother to ask what the other party wanted.

No. 23 intercepted Chen Mo's right fist, and then found that the fist was very light. He wanted to grab Chen Mo's wrist and turn it into a kite with a broken string, but he never expected that Chen Mo's arm would be broken by itself and turn into a cartilaginous snake.

No. 23 couldn't exert his strength, and instinctively wanted to retreat, but was smashed in the face by Chen Mo's backhand, and he immediately fell soft.

Only a few seconds had passed, and it ended faster than the fight just now.

Chen Mo's punch was not strong, but the action was extremely fast, which was a comprehensive copy of Luo Si's shot. Looking at No. 23, whose skull was shattered, he was slightly stunned, and only then did he determine that the possible surname of the challenge was infinity.

(To be continued)