Black market boxing is not a regular game, and there are often killings here, and some people who do not speak martial arts will even continue to attack when the opponent falls to the ground.

The rule here is to make the audience happy, and only by making them cool can the organizers make more money.

The cheapest thing here is human life.

"Kill him!"

"Kick him!"

"him! You bastard! ”

……

The audience was like crazy people, their eyes were red, the crowd was excited, and they were reluctant to eat the players in the ring alive, this kind of game without killing people was not what they wanted to see.

"Stand up! Kucha! You're the strongest fighter in the beast! Are you willing to lose to such a monkey whose name you don't even know? ”

"Think about your family, your sister, she needs money for treatment, doesn't she?"

"Stand up for me!"

The white fat man plays the role of an interim referee, but his job is only to make the audience more enjoyable, as for the life and death of the fighters, he is not in his consideration at all, because all the fighters on the stage have signed life and death certificates.

Of course, Xing Anxiong is an exception to this challenger.

But as long as there is an audience who challenges on stage, there is no need to sign this unfair contract.

Kucha lay on the ground and shook his head desperately, the elbow blow just now gave him a lot of trauma to his brain, making him incapacitated for a short time, but when he heard the words of his sister, he stood up stubbornly.

Even though his feet were shaking all the time.

"Hurry up and die, you piece of shit!"

"Die!"

"Poor ghost, hurry up and die!"

……

Seeing the white shorts stand up, the audience cheered one-sidedly, this fighter should have made many people lose a lot of money.

Xing Anxiong didn't rush to attack, he just set up a posture and waited for his opponent to regain consciousness.

After barely moving a few steps, Kucha was in a slightly better state, and he raised his bandaged fists to stare at his opponent.

Just now he was careless and let the opponent take advantage of the loophole, and then he will not make any more mistakes, and he has a seriously ill sister at home waiting for him to return with the money.

Estimating that the consciousness of touching the white shorts was almost restored, Xing Anxiong stepped forward to attack, but he did not use the number of Muay Thai this time.

His upper body was constantly shaking, and his feet were nimble bouncing steps.

It's boxing!

Kucha had no experience in fighting boxers, so he could only guard the vital points carefully, keeping his eyes on his opponent.

After Xiong pulled close, he opened a series of combo punches left and right, but he didn't use much force, just tentative attacks, and lured his opponent by the way.

The Kid in White Shorts remained unmoved, dodging and waiting for an opportunity, and just after his opponent had finished a tentative attempt, he spotted a gap and launched a ferocious attack.

After a few consecutive punches to close the distance, he pushed one knee to Xing Anxiong's waist, ready to wait for the opponent to dodge to reveal the flaw in his head, so as to give him a fatal blow with an elbow blow.

Just when Kucha's knee was raised, Xing Anxiong took a step back, swept his leg into the waist, and took advantage of Kucha's unstable center of gravity to make up for it with a fierce combination punch, Kucha suddenly didn't have time to return to defend and was hit in the jaw by a solid punch and fainted.

"Wow!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic shouts again.

"Shoot him!"

"Shoot him!"

……

The chaotic shouts gradually converged into one voice, kill him!

The fat man checked Kucha and found that he had rolled his eyes, so he twisted his fat body and walked over to Xing Anxiong.

"What are you hesitating about? Can't you hear the audience? ”

"Quick, at least you'll have to kick him off a leg, or break a few ribs!"

The white fat man eagerly persuaded this boxer, who didn't even know his name, that as long as he saw blood tonight, he would definitely throw out a lot of money according to the audience's high mood.

How many times a year do you have such an opportunity?

Xing Anxiong just looked at the fat man expressionlessly, completely ignoring the audience's requests, and he slowly spoke after a long time.

"I've won, it's time for you to make good on your promise."

The white-skinned fat man looked stunned, he seemed to have heard the most incredible thing in the world, what was this monkey talking about? What the hell~ promises?

"You didn't understand what I said? Tell me about Moncha's whereabouts! ”

Xing Anxiong's voice increased a few points, and his patience with this dead fat man was almost at the limit.

The fat man's face became very ugly after a few seconds, his face was flushed, and it was obvious that he was very angry at this moment.

All the money that is about to arrive is gone!

But then, he smiled reluctantly.

"As long as you break one of his legs, I'll tell you the whereabouts of Moncha, how is this deal?"

The straight man was completely unmoved, just hugged his arms and looked at him coldly, without the slightest emotion in his eyes.

The white fat man felt an invisible murderous aura pressing towards him, which made him shudder, he had been running an underground boxing tournament for so many years, he had seen too many different people, and he was 100% sure that the man in front of him must have had human life on his hands.

Thirty-six strategies are the best policy!

"Alright! All right! Wait a minute, I'll carry this fainted boy backstage, and I'll tell you everything you want to know when I bandage his wounds briefly. ”

The white fat man stepped back with a sneer, and then he commanded two men to carry the unconscious Kucha away.

Seeing that the organizers were gone, the audience also began to scold and disperse, and soon only Xing Anxiong and Han Qiaoyin were left in the ring.

After the straight man put on his clothes, he waited for another five or six minutes, but the white fat man still didn't appear.

it!

Brother Xiong suddenly thought of a possibility, so he hurriedly rushed to the so-called backstage, and sure enough, only the unconscious boxer was left inside, and none of the others were seen.

"! Ran away by this dog thing! ”

Xing Anxiong scolded angrily and slammed his fist on the simple wooden table, which rattled and cracked.

Careless!

An old Jianghu was just tricked like this!

The straight man is furious, he wants to vent but can't find someone to vent.

At this time, he looked at Kucha, who was still unconscious lying on the bench, and after thinking about it, he still felt that he couldn't ignore it.

"Qiaoyin, find out if there are bandages and medicines or anything like that."

He commanded, and the two of them began rummaging through the backstage.

Fortunately, the fat man with white skin and black heart did not destroy humanity to the point that he did not even have a little first-aid medicine left, and after briefly treating Kucha's wounds, the two sat aside and waited for him to wake up.

The wound was treated by Han Qiaoyin, and Xing Anxiong was just guiding on the side, maybe he would soon use this technique, he was taking precautions.