Doing so will lead to two outcomes: either the bought fighter will get the weapon and turn the defeat into a victory. Either it will be grabbed by the opponent who has already won steadily, so that the gambler who steals the chicken and does not eat the rice will lose even the underwear completely.

This is an unwritten indulgence. In short, the boxing arena needs blood and death for stimulation. Spectators need to see bloody and violent fights, not in peacetime, where everyone is wearing gloves and protections, going back and forth, and the points are calculated by the hellish number of punches. The winner wins inexplicably, and the loser is never reconciled.

"Bell!"

With a crisp metal thump, the fight in the ring was over.

A bloody guy was carried down. His eye sockets were cracked, and his head was deformed. Although he was still wheezing, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he would not live long, maybe just a few minutes.

The winner ran around the ring in panties and demonstratively waved his fists. This guy does have bragging rights, solid muscles, and scars on his body. These are the traces left by countless battles. It's just that not all viewers will buy it. Someone cheered at him, it was a gambler who had won. Others spat on him and cursed the guy in dirty words because he had caused him to lose money.

A referee in a black uniform walks onto the court with a smile on his face and hands a key to the winning fighter. The tall, rugged man who looked like a wild bear roared and ran to the side of the arena.

There was a row of metal cages, each of which contained a woman. As for the key, of course, it is a prize for the winner. They are free to choose their own rewards, provided that they give up weapons and ammunition, as well as other types of currency such as gold.

The strong man opened the iron cage and dragged out a naked girl from inside. The girl was very young, probably fifteen or sixteen years old. She was so frightened that she trembled so much that she didn't even have time to say a word of begging for mercy, when a fierce strong man opened his mouth and bit her throat and tore off a large piece of flesh.

Each place has its own different habits. Cao Xinneng had heard the legend of virgins here. Locals believe that eating raw virgins will bring them good luck. Especially the very young ones, they are full of texture and very tender...... This practice is banned in peacetime, and the police will take every ogre to jail or shoot the criminal in the head. The local story of eating a virgin sounds like it happened in another world: someone who eats a virgin and wins a lottery prize; After a man eats a virgin, he is so strong that his wife has dozens of sons in a row; Someone avoided death after eating the virgin, it was a plane crash, everyone on the plane died, but the cannibal guy survived, only spent decades on a remote island in the Pacific Ocean, and was finally found by rescuers...... But anyway, he was alive at the time, and that's the proof of him!

A lot of fighters will choose a virgin as a prize. They would eat the girls in front of the audience———— not completely, but only a part of it raw. For example, the heart, and a certain tender part. They believe that this will bring them good luck and win more opponents.

The girl's head fell to the ground, and a clear bright red mark rolled out of the "bones".

This is the third girl to be eaten tonight.

There are also more than a dozen girls in cages. Several of them with weak willpower have been scared alive and crazy. The rest of the women kept pleading and screaming. They prayed to God to save them and begged the fighters to let them go...... However, these moves had no effect. Except for Cao Xinneng, all the boxers sitting in the private room lounge were licking their lips and choosing the prizes they might get with a critical eye.

It's Cao Xinneng's turn to play.

The black-clad referee unlocked the break room with a key, and he got up from his chair. When he walked out, Cao Xinneng glanced down at the referee who was shorter than himself, and said lightly: "Don't forget my request, triple the reward!" ”

The referee was a Caucasian man with a hooked nose. He is actually not short, but in front of Cao Xinneng, who is more than two meters five tall, he must make a gesture of looking up.

"No problem!"

The Caucasian man stared at Cao Xinneng with a fiery gaze on valuable goods: "We are very particular about credibility here. As long as you do it, any condition can be met. ”

Cao Xinneng grinned: "I'm starting to like you a little bit." ”

This guy's name is O'Neill. When Cao Xinneng landed here, he happened to fall into the backyard of O'Neill's residence. At that time, he thought that Cao Xinneng was a robber who broke in, but later found out that the other party was just hungry. After a hearty dinner, the two formed a partnership that had just become friends.

I'll introduce you to boxing, and you give me a certain amount of rake. It's that simple.

This should be O'Neal's job, as he is a boxing referee himself.

Cao Xinneng walked to the south corner of the ring and saw the opponent occupying the other three corners of the ring.

All of them are giants who are more than two meters tall, and every muscle on their naked bodies bulges high. The meridians on the arms and shoulders resemble thick tree roots, and the mere look at them is terrifying.

Fight three fighters at once, and if you win, you can get three times the reward.

This is Cao Xinneng's request.

In the luxurious box on the third floor, a middle-aged man with an obese figure and luxurious clothes sat on the sofa, frowning and watching the arena.

He is the owner of the boxing ring.

"O'Neill, do you really have confidence in this Chinese?"

O'Neill's answer was not so direct, but full of affirmation: "Hey, hey, hey! He is the strongest Chinese I have ever met. ”

The fat guy glanced at O'Neill and didn't continue to speak.

In fact, he himself is not optimistic about Cao Xinneng.

Under normal circumstances, any sober-minded gym owner would not agree to such a disparity in strength. Nima, three to one, this is simply the behavior of a madman. All spectators will buy the side with more people to win, and even take the opportunity to bet big. No one thinks they have a lot of money, and if they can take advantage of this opportunity to bankrupt the ring, those bastards will definitely do it.

If it weren't for O'Neal and himself being good friends who grew up together, if it weren't for O'Neal who placed a heavy bet on Cao Xinneng, the fat boss would never agree to this crazy boxing match.

All the audience are bastards who have fallen into the ground!

Everybody's buying those three fighters to win!

The fat man owes O'Neill a big favor. If you take this opportunity to return the favor, even if you export a large amount of money, the fat man will admit it.

Not all people in a chaotic world are cold-blooded. Among the bad guys who look like villains on the outside, there are actually guys with good hearts.

"Bell!"

The bell rang for the start of the race.

Three giant men with tigers on their backs forced over from different directions, pressing Cao Xinneng in a narrow circle. This tactic is of course negotiated in advance, and they do not intend to give this kind of Chinese time and opportunity. Winning is a no-brainer, and as long as you break his neck, everything will be a foregone conclusion.

Cao Xinneng's seemingly loyal face showed a cruel smile.

He rushed forward with great speed, and rushed towards the giant man walking in front of him. The fist seemed to be a copper hammer commonly used in romance, directly hitting the opponent's face, smashing the entire bridge of the nose on the spot, blood splattering, rolling on the ground in pain, screaming miserably.

The sudden change surprised the other two giants. They subconsciously glanced at their companions who covered their faces with their hands and fell to the ground with a miserable wail, and then punched Cao Xinneng from two directions. The fist on the left was flashed sideways, but the wrist of the giant man on the right was grabbed by Cao Xineng. The strong and powerful fingers were like steel tongs, and they actually dragged the giant man weighing more than 100 kilograms back in a row, until he reached the edge of the ring.

"Kill him! Kill that damn Chinese! ”

"I spent all my money to buy you to win, you fucking liars...... Stand up and fight! Are you all pigs? ”

"Oh my God! Don't tell me the three of you can't win a single one. I was fooled, this boxing match must be fake! ”

Even the discerning audience can see that the battle situation has changed dramatically in an instant. Cao Xinneng twisted the giant man's arm backwards and circled one hundred and eighty degrees behind him. Although another giant desperately wanted to seize the opportunity to rescue his companion, he was kicked over by Cao Xinneng. The guy whose nose bridge was broken before has been lying on the ground and rolling in pain, completely losing his combat effectiveness. Cao Xinneng had enough time to slowly abuse the prey in his hands.

He remembered the maidens who had been eaten.

Cao Xinneng has no idea of avenging strangers. He just doesn't like the cruelty and gore. The thought turned into power, and the screams of the guy with his arm twisted behind his back sounded infinitely miserable. There was a "crunching" bone friction over the shoulder. When Cao Xinneng directly twisted his entire arm off his body, his eyes were completely straight, his mouth was drooling, and he kept screaming "Mom".

The audience was boiling.

Everyone was the loser, and everyone took out their hidden weapons from under their clothes and threw them into the ring like raindrops.

"Damn, I should have thrown the stick on it sooner."

"It's not too late, you all stand up for me and smash that Chinese's head."

"Stand up and fight! You shameless trash! ”

At least dozens of sticks fell from the ring, all about half a meter in length. There are wooden, and there are iron rods. No one could have imagined that the situation would be completely reversed in just a few seconds. As the gambler who shouted between them said———— you should have thrown the stick earlier.

Cao Xinneng bent down and picked up an iron rod from the ground, and strode towards the giant man who was kicked in the abdomen by himself and was gasping from the ground to get up.

He was terrified.

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