As early as when Ye Long was injured and had no hope of winning the game, Ang Zhengye was ready to lose, so the ridicule of everyone at this time was also expected by him.

However, he was still a little unhappy in his heart, after all, he was pressed by his old opponent, and his face was gloomy.

When the time was close to 9:50, a deafening sound came from outside the room, and in the room where Ang Zhengye and the four were located, the home theater-level screen hanging on the wall suddenly lit up.

The screen is divided into five sections, with the ring shrouded in iron in the middle, which is now empty and no players have yet played.

The other four parts show the audience in four directions, and the ultra-clear camera can clearly see the expressions on their faces.

While enjoying the tragic matches of the black boxers, watching the audience's blood boiling and roaring wildly can be regarded as a common hobby of the four of them.

At this time, the four of them were sitting in the most comfortable position, and around them, there were several beautiful women serving on the side, either serving tea and pouring water, or rubbing their shoulders and beating their backs, enjoying it very much.

"Guys, why don't we make a bet in private today? Otherwise, the bet of 500,000 yuan is not very interesting. At this time, Xiao Chengle was lying in the arms of a beautiful woman, with his nose on the breasts of that beauty.

Xiao Chengle is full of confidence today and can win this game, so he intends to add a little more chips.

"Okay, then I'll add you an extra 1 million." Shi Yuanxun didn't care about fear, shrugged his shoulders, and opened his mouth to say a million.

"Hehe, since the two of you are so good Yaxing, then I shouldn't be too stingy, let's add a million." Jiang Caijun smiled reservedly.

"Play by yourself, I'm not going to accompany you."

Although one million is not much, he promised knowing that he had no chance of winning, and Ang Zhengye was not the kind of wrongdoer.

If each of the three people contributes another million, then a total of five million bets are made, which is not a small amount, but 10 percent of the three million will still be taken away by the boxing field, which is also a rule of underground black boxing.

Just when the four of them were discussing the bets, in the room where Jiang Wenhe was, there were already staff members who came to inform them to go to the venue of the competition.

Because the players had a special passage that led directly to the ring of the competition, Xu Qing and the others had no way to go with Jiang Wenhe, so they went to the audience seat first.

And Jiang Wenhe, under the leadership of the staff, opened the special passage for the players and entered the edge of the ring.

Before he could walk out of the passage, he heard a very noisy sound, and when he came out, he raised his head and looked around, and found that the originally empty auditorium was already filled with countless people.

There are men and women, young people dressed in fashion, mature and stable middle-aged people, successful people in suits and leather shoes, and even girls who seem to be pure and cute on the outside, all come to watch the game.

Jiang Wenhe was looking at those audiences, and the audience was also watching him, and he didn't know what the origin of this student-looking teenager was.

Because Jiang Wenhe did not change into boxer-specific competition clothes, everyone did not treat him as a contestant.

In any case, it is too exaggerated for an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy to come to participate in a black boxing match.

However, at this time, the host's words completely dispelled their thoughts.

"Ahem, good evening, everyone......" A calm and powerful voice came from the stereos in all directions, which sounded very magnetic, he first said an opening sentence, and then said: "What you see now, the teenager who walked out of the athlete's tunnel is one of the contestants in our boxing match, he is representing one of the four big names, and it is also his first time playing, and the odds are ...... 4 to 1. “

"Damn, isn't it, 4 to 1?"

"What the hell is it to let such a hairy boy participate in the competition?"

"We're here to watch the passionate game, not the children."

"Now these rich people are really getting more and more outrageous, even little ghosts can play, isn't it clear that they want to be a fortune boy?"

"Hehe, I won't buy him to win anyway, no matter how high his odds are!"

Xu Qing, who was sitting in the audience, suddenly smiled after hearing the odds announced by the host.

In the room where Ang Zhengye and the four of them were, Shi Yuanxun, Xiao Lecheng and Jiang Caijun saw this scene from the screen and looked at Ang Zhengye, because they had heard him say before that he had temporarily replaced a very young player.

"Mr. Ang, is this the young man you are talking about?" Shi Yuanxun's eyes were full of strangeness when he looked at Ang Zhengye.

"yes, what's the opinion?" Ang Zhengye hugged his hands and looked indifferent.

"It's still a student, right? You can do it, you can just push him into the fire pit. Shi Yuanxun smiled.

"And with the odds of 1 to 4, it seems that even Boss Su in the boxing stadium doesn't think he has any ability, how about I press him to win 500,000?" Xiao Chengle scoffed.

Many bosses don't think that such a young student can make any waves, and they don't pay much attention to him, so they focus on other players.

Ang Zhengye stopped talking.

At this time, another player in a blue competition uniform walked through the passage.

His head was bare, and there was a scar at the corner of his eye, which was very hideous. His body was like a humanoid monster, so strong that it didn't look like a human, and his muscles bulged out in pieces.

He stood with Jiang Wenhe, forming an extremely strong contrast, as if this macho man could defeat Jiang Wenhe with just a light punch.

As a result, no one thinks that Jiang Wenhe can win.

And as soon as this macho man appeared, there was a cheer in the boxing ring, and it seemed that he was already very familiar with him.

"Matador - Lei Yu!"

"Come on, Lei Yu, I'm going to buy you to win today!"

"Whether I can earn back the 40,000 yuan, I all count on your performance, Lei Yu!"

"Okay guys, as you can see, this one is 'Matador Lei Yu', who has a terrifying record of winning 24 out of 30 battles, and has a win rate of 80 percent, he is a real powerhouse! He is priced at 1.5 to 1. The host's impassioned introduction was more passionate than when he introduced Jiang Wenhe.

"It's strange, Lei Yu's previous odds were 1 to 0.8, or 0.7, why did it become 1 to 1.5 today?"

"Is there a more powerful character who hasn't appeared?"

"It doesn't matter what you do, as long as the game is bloody and good-looking, that's it!"

"That's right, them, them all, hahaha!"

Listening to the cheers of the crowd, Lei Yu raised his hands, and then patted his chest with his right hand.

This is his usual way of opening, and Lei Yu himself represents Shi Yuanxun.

After doing this, Lei Yu glanced at Jiang Wenhe, who was standing beside him, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know what those bosses think, is it to send such a funny guy to win sympathy?" Lei Yu thought maliciously in his heart.

The next one to appear is not so exaggerated, but it is also considered strong, but his record is very ordinary, with only 12 wins in 20 games.

He represents Jiang Caijun, nicknamed 'Blood Red Devil - Xiao Jin', and his odds are 1.9 to 1.

Xiao Jin's expression was very indifferent, since he did not show his fear of Lei Yu, nor did he show his contempt for Jiang Wenhe.

And the last player to appear on the stage has a bit of a powerful background!

"Next, we will invite today's finale, a mysterious person who will definitely surprise you! He's ............"

"Former member of the Martial Arts Association, director of the original Zhenzhong Martial Arts Hall, Zeng Xiamu, who has won countless championships in Yangling City!"

"Whoop!!

After the host's introduction, there was a sudden uproar in the boxing ring, and everyone grew their mouths.

Even Xu Qing frowned slightly, not knowing why Zeng Xiamu had fallen to this.

And Ye Long's expression is a little not good-looking, Zeng Xiamu is as famous as Xu Qing, he has naturally heard of this person.

"What's going on, Zeng Xiamu, why did he come to participate in the Underground Black Fist competition? With his prestige and status, there is no need at all, it's like saying that you are going to fight black boxing, which is unbelievable. Ye Long looked at Xu Qing and said puzzled.

Xu Qing shook his head and said: "I don't know, I haven't received any news from this aspect at all, but don't worry too much, Zeng Xiamu's strength is still slightly inferior to mine, if his strength has not improved recently, Wenhe should be able to win steadily." ”

Ye Long was stunned for a moment and said, "Steady victory? If Wenhe can win against Zeng Xiamu, won't even you be an opponent? ”

"You're right, I fought with him and fought to the end, but unfortunately I still lost." Xu Qing shook his head and sighed.

Just as Xu Qing was talking to Ye Long, a burly middle-aged man with outstanding temperament slowly walked out of the contestant's passage.

He has short hair, a very thick beard on his face, a hooked nose, and a resolute face, which impresses people at the first sight of him.

"It's really Zeng Xiamu, the curator of the Zhenzhong Martial Arts Pavilion!"

"I didn't expect that this famous big man would actually come to participate in the underground boxing stadium, it's incredible!"

"Haha, the value of the 600 yuan ticket today, I am fortunate to see Zeng Xiamu make a move, it is said that he has not fought with anyone for a long time."

"But did you hear that, he was talking about the director of the original 'Zhenzhong Martial Arts Gym', that is, he has now left the martial arts hall?"

"I heard it too, he also broke away from the martial arts association."