After Gu Ze finished signing, he was taken to the preparation area by a group of black-clothed people, and surrounded him tightly, for fear that he would run away, Gu Ze just smiled helplessly.

"Brother Zhang Ying, will the cold-faced god of war overturn?" After Gu Ze left, Zhang Ran felt more and more uneasy in his heart, biting his fingers, a touch of worry appeared on his face, and he wondered if he was too impulsive just now.

"Cousin Zhang Ran, rest assured, the strength of the cold-faced God of War is second only to me, and he has maintained a winning streak of twenty games, so he is not so easily defeated!"

"And even if the cold-faced god of war misses, I will take this evil breath for you!"

Hearing Zhang Ying's answer, Zhang Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bang bang!"

Just as the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

"Squeak!"

The door opened, and a man in a silver mask walked in, it was the cold-faced god of war that the two were discussing!

"I really mean Cao Cao, Cao Cao." Zhang Ying laughed and said, "How? But a new record has been set? ”

The cold-faced god of war touched his shoulder and said indifferently: "I suffered a little injury, it's not a big deal!" ”

"That's good, then you can fight again!"

Zhang Ying handed Gu Ze's information to the cold-faced God of War.

"Gu Ze..."

The cold-faced god of war looked at the information above and said, "I have a little injury in my left shoulder, and I am afraid that I will not be able to fight in this battle!" ”

"What?" Before Zhang Ying could speak, Zhang Ran on the side shouted, and said in a sharp voice: "You have to fight this game, otherwise I won't spare you!" ”

"Huh!"

The cold-faced God of War's cold gaze instantly fell on Zhang Ran's body, making her shiver.

"My cousin Zhang Ran has been naughty since she was a child, don't be surprised!" Zhang Ying hurriedly played a round for Zhang Ran.

This cold-faced god of war has a withdrawn personality, if it weren't for money, he wouldn't work hard under his own hands, and generally Zhang Ying coaxed him to come.

"I know you've suffered some injuries, but this Gu Ze's strength is a show, I tested it just now, with your strength, it's enough to defeat him!"

"When it's done, I'll give you twice the price!"

Zhang Ying stretched out two fingers.

The cold-faced god of war did not react at all from the previous words, knowing that the price was twice as much as mentioned later, the cold-faced god of war's eyes lit up.

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's simple, just follow the rules of the boxing market, just let him lie down!"

"Yes, but it's three times the price!" The cold-faced God of War spoke in a resolute tone, as if once Zhang Ying refused, he would turn around and leave.

"Okay, you go and rest first, and this battle will start in ten minutes!" Zhang Ying didn't think about it, and agreed in one breath.

"Hmm." The cold-faced god of war looked at Zhang Ran deeply when he left.

"What do you see? Look at gouging out your eyes again! Seeing the cold-faced god of war leave, Zhang Ran waved his hands.

"Brother Zhang Ying, I'm going to make him disappear!"

Zhang Ying didn't spoil Zhang Ran this time, shook his head and said: "It's not the time yet, the big head economy of the boxing market still depends on him to support!" ”

"I don't care, I want him to disappear, I don't want to see him again!" Zhang Ran stomped his feet, looking arrogant.

"Okay, after this period of time, it's up to you!" Zhang Ying looked helpless, so he had to agree to Zhang Ran's request.

"Hee-hee! I knew that Zhang Ying was most towards me! Zhang Ran hugged Zhang Ying's arm, and he was not arrogant at all just now.

"When are you going to put away this naughty?" Zhang Ying shook his head helplessly.

"Why do you want to take it? Anyway, you and my dad are covering me, what are you afraid of? Zhang Ran held his head high, with a proud face.

"Forget it, it's almost time, let's go, let's go and see how that blind kid died!" Zhang Ying said.

"Brother Zhang Ying, it's too cheap to let him die like this, let the cold-faced god of war cripple him, I want him to be my dog!"

Zhang Ran's beautiful face was full of cruelty.

"Okay, it's all up to you, and then you can do whatever you like!"

"Hehe, Brother Zhang Ying is good!"

"Ladies and gentlemen! In order to thank everyone for their enthusiastic participation, the official temporarily decided to add another competition! ”

"By the cold-faced God of War VS Gu Ze!"

The host, wearing a triangular mask, lit up the atmosphere with his passionate voice.

"It's really strange that the cold-faced God of War actually fought two times in a row in one day!"

"Yes, this can't be missed, but who is this Gu Ze?"

"Gu Ze? Family? I've never heard of this family! ”

"Do you still need to think about it? It must be somewhere to run out of the dirt buns, I want to be famous, but unfortunately I picked the wrong opponent! ”

"Guys, it's still the old rule, pick up the staker in your hand and cast the player you support!"

Under the passion of the host, everyone took out the staker and pressed it.

"If you haven't started yet, please start as soon as possible, there are still five seconds!"

"Five..."

"Four..."

"One..."

"Good! Then let's look at the approval ratings of both sides first! ”

"Buzz!"

Four machines suddenly floated around the ring, slowly converging into a screen, on which the images of the cold-faced God of War and Gu Ze appeared, and the support rates of both sides were written below.

"Wow, the support rate of the cold-faced god of war is as high as 99%! Breaking the record of boxing approval once again, let's cheer for the cold-faced god of war! ”

"Cold-faced War God Cow!"

"The cold-faced god of war is invincible!"

"It is worthy of being the god of war in the boxing market, it is ruthless!"

"Huh!" The host sighed lightly and pulled everyone's eyes to the screen again.

"Facing the cold-faced god of war with the strongest dominance in the boxing market, this fledgling Gu Ze still has a 1% support rate! Who is it for? ”

"Who is so blind? Even supporting a newcomer? ”

"I don't know, there are times when he cries anyway!"

"Haha, when the wallet is deflated, he won't have time to cry!"

The support rating of the underground boxing market is not useless, and people can earn a little benefit from the fighters they support, provided that they win!

"Brother Ying, who is this person?" Zhang Ran looked puzzled.

"Who else could it be?" Zhang Ying pointed to the willow frost in the distance.

"It's her!" Zhang Ran's face was surprised, and then he said in a dark voice: "This cheap woman, she will be disfigured in a while, and she will be given to the photo studio, so that her life is worse than death!" ”

And Liu Shuangshuang on the side clenched the staker with both hands, and secretly prayed for Gu Ze in her heart.

"Okay, let's look forward to it, whether to break the cold-faced God of War with the highest support rate to win or the fledgling newcomer to break the rule of the God of War!"

"Countdown, ten..."

"Nine..."

"Eight..."

When the count reached eight, the crowd shouted along, and the earth-shattering shouts threatened to tear down the roof.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One!"

"Two players are invited!"

"Boom!"

Flames suddenly rose around the ring, spreading in all directions like waves, and circles of white mist rose up