I saw that on the empty ground in the middle, a huge high platform was raised, and there were two shirtless muscular men standing on the stage, and there were many cheering spectators standing or sitting under the stage, nearly more than 100 people.

Seeing that the battle was suddenly ended, everyone looked at him sideways, and there were ripples of dissatisfaction in their eyes, like thunder and lightning in the clouds.

Ah, there are so many people, it seems that they can't beat it.

"Hey, uh, I'm in the wrong place, let's play slowly, I'm sorry to disturb." Arambu prepared to retreat.

"Don't even think about leaving."

A voice from somewhere drifted into his ears, and he looked back in confusion to see a greasy man with a big belly walking towards him, the filter cigarette trembling with his steps.

As soon as he came, Mr. Zhang immediately retreated behind the door frame, poked his head out and whispered to Alan Bu: "He is my boss, Xiang Nantian." ”

Alain Bu clasped his hands together and observed the man with interest. The rings and watches he wears are super expensive and well-known brands, and although he wears a bright suit, he looks like a dog.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Hee-hee-hee, I'm the steward here, and everyone calls me Xiang Boss. The man called Xiang Boss slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and his eyes grabbed him like an osprey, "Hee-hee-hee, little brother, the first time?" ”

He nodded slightly.

"Are you interested in Ring Matches?"

Alain Bu scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Heh, I can't say that's the case, I'm just curious, how did you fight?" ”

"Okay, come and sit down and watch."

"But, I'm not a member."

Waved his hand to the boss to show that he didn't mind: "It's okay, it's okay, sit down and watch." ”

Mr. Zhang closed the door and left, and Alan Bu casually found a place to sit cross-legged and get close to the position of the ring.

After a small upheaval, the fighting resumes and the strong atmosphere returns.

I saw two big men on the stage, one blue and one red, meeting again, wearing only a pair of shorts and a pair of gloves with exposed fingers.

The referee was a small man, dressed in an unobtrusive black and white shirt, and a quick whistle meant a warning.

At this point, everyone's attention returned to the ring, and their whole body was engrossed.

After a few rounds of attrition, Red used the help of the guardrail to rush towards his opponent, stretching out his right arm and tripping him. Blue falls to the ground hard, and Red takes the opportunity to immediately use a counter-joint to defeat the enemy, known as Lockleg.

The effect of locking the legs is wonderful, and after a while, Lan Yi begged for mercy in pain, and smashed the ring with one punch.

For a while, the atmosphere in the audience was high, and the tension was extreme.

The referee immediately blew the whistle and separated the two of them, and the audience below had no choice but to continue to eat melons.

Red went on the attack, first slamming him in the face with a sharp right hook that knocked him unconscious, and then another stumbling leg tripping him over. When the opportunity came, Red climbed on top of him and lifted one of his hind legs.

The referee lies down and starts for a few seconds: one, two, three......

He had barely counted to five seconds before Blue bounced his legs, rolled over and slowly stood up. This time, Red pressed his body against the guardrail, ready to charge.

When Blue saw him coming, he immediately bent down and grabbed his feet, and when he stood up, Red flew to the edge of the guardrail. But he caught the rope in time so that it wouldn't fly out suddenly.

After kicking Blue away, Red performs an over-the-shoulder throw that knocks his opponent to the ground, then climbs onto a pillar and leaps.

Bang! The loud bang stirred everyone's nerves, and they all knew that the game was about to be decided.

Alan Bu doesn't think so, the two on the stage are professional wrestlers, and outsiders can't tell whether they are fighting real or fake, and sometimes in order to set off the atmosphere, they create performances that can be faked.

They all thought that the blue side was lost. But in fact, the bottom of the ring is equipped with springs, and a person jumping from a height does not get hurt. Hmph, what's more, the audience didn't see clearly what part of the red side smashed on each other.

On what basis did they assume that the blue side had lost?

Sure enough, in the next round, when Red quickly unleashed his left and right hooks again, Blue was quick to block with his left arm and quickly grasp his wrist, while his right hand went down to his elbow and reflexively grabbed his elbow and pressed back, pushing forward with his left hand, pulling back with his right hand, and sweeping his leg with his right foot, causing Red to fall.

I saw that the blue side had regained his strength, and the whole person rode on the other party, and then strangled his neck. Red has little ability to resist at this time, and his previous actions have consumed most of his energy.

He was flipped over, and Blue pressed against him.

One two three...... The referee's second count touched everyone's nerves.

Won, actually won? The reaction of the bottom half of the audience was quite intense, not cheering, not applauding, but looking at each other with solemn expressions.

They had put a lot of money on Red and were convinced that he would win – yes, there was an element of gambling.

The game was arranged for the boss, he won whoever he wanted, and whoever he wanted to lose had to lose, and for him, the final result didn't matter at all, what mattered was how real and intense the process was.

Alainbu, who was not addicted to it, saw all this, but he was not obliged to expose it on the spot.

At the end of the game, he followed the audience to leave the activity room one after another, but a voice behind him suddenly stopped him.

It was to the boss, who left Alain Bu to "talk".

"What do you think of the game?"

Is it a temptation? What should he answer? Uh-huh, it's a fake, he can't tell the truth.

"It was a good fight."

"Boy, you look like a fitness expert, why don't you just start a membership here?" Xiang Boss is still smiling, and people don't feel any malice.

Member? No, at first he didn't plan to become a member, and he didn't plan to work out here, he just came to see the "scenery".

"I, I didn't bring enough money today."

"Don't want your money, it's free."

"No, thanks, I don't need to." He stood up, "I'll leave if it's okay." ”

"What's your name?"

Alain Bu said his name, then opened the door and left, staring thoughtfully at the boss's back, a hint of sly sly flashing across his mouth.

As soon as he came out of the activity room, Mr. Zhang, who was waiting outside, immediately greeted him.

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"No, I have to go."

"Slow down and don't send it off, come and see me when you're free."

The automatic glass door slowly opened, and Arambo walked out of the gym, the walkway was sparsely populated, how could it be so quickly in the evening?

Well, at this time, the business on the fourth floor is always the leastest. Those two elementary school students should be gone, right? How do I get back?

Thinking about it, Alain Bu returned to the first floor and went out through the largest south gate.