Chapter 463

The underground market is liked by more people because of its absolute freedom under irregular conditions.

Just like in the black fist market, anyone can sign up as long as there are enough attractions.

So when the God of war won five games in a row to defend the throne of the new king, the organizers suddenly asked if they could add another game.

"Who is it?" the man's thick eyelashes were still hung with glittering sweat. When frowning, the deep outline became more and more three-dimensional and charming, causing a group of female fans to shout encore.

He stroked his hair impatiently. As soon as he wanted to refuse, he heard the organizer say, "I don't know where I came from. I'm very young and inexperienced. It's estimated that you'll clean up with one hand."

"Newcomer?" the man suddenly remembered the sight he felt in the game just now, and raised his eyebrows. "OK, let's have another game."

The extra matches of black boxing have happened from time to time, but today is the occasion of the defending king. Many spectators are obviously still interested. In the cheers of whistle and scream, the figure in the backstage channel finally came out slowly in the expectation of everyone.

He is 1.7 meters tall, with a miscellaneous hair and a public face. He has a suitable physique and a hunchback when walking.

If the spotlight hadn't hit him, no one would want to look at him more even when walking in the street.

"What?! he is the first event of rookie king. Is your organizer bullying people?"

"Let him roll down. This is not where he should come!"

……

The unexpected 'surprise' was so shocking that the scene was out of control for a time. The female fans even rushed to Zhang Quan and fought him frantically.

At this time, Zhang Quan, who was shouting and drinking to his mother at home, had no power to fight back except to hold his head to avoid.

Even the black jacket man on the stage could not help frowning. Looking at his opponent's stumble and embarrassment on the stage, his face could not be described.

The spectators were right. The first battle of the defending king was an insult to this kind of goods.

"Zhan, God of war, Hello, I'm your fan." Xu noticed that the other party was in a bad mood. Zhang quanhou had a thick face and tried to raise his hand later and get the million yuan smoothly.

"...." the young man leaned against the rubber band and didn't speak. He just stared at him. His aura was amazing.

Zhang Quan felt that his legs were trembling before he hit them, but the temptation of one million was too big for him to give up.

"At the beginning of the game, please play freely."

No matter how loud the abuse in the stands, the timer still rises on time at the top of the screen.

While enduring the paper and shoes thrown under the stage, Zhang Quan nervously recited the seconds in his heart: 30, 31... It's almost time. Hold on for a while.

"Do you want to fight or not? It's a waste of my time. Watch your pestilent chicken show on it."

When the crowd's anger accumulated to the top, the time was just one minute. Zhang Quan was happy, raised his hand, opened his mouth and said, "referee, i... ah..."

Before the word "admit defeat" had time to exit, the young man who had been sitting quietly opposite suddenly moved, and his fist with the sound of the wind slammed accurately into his mouth.

Zhang Quan uttered a scream from his throat. Five or six teeth were broken before he closed, and fresh blood splashed all over the ground.

"Oh, don't... hit, i... I recognize..." the sharp pain in his mouth made him cry instantly. His lips and teeth were vague. He wanted to raise his hand again. As soon as his arm was lifted up, he was twisted, turned in the opposite direction, and the bone cracked with a click.

Ribs, armpits, thighs... Every place where he got to his fist was torn with pain. Zhang Quan wanted to faint, but he was tortured and woke up again and again in severe pain.

"Good, good fight!"

"The God of war is the best to kill this man who doesn't know the height of heaven and earth!"

……

In a trance, he heard the familiar cheering cry. He once shouted for the players so madly and eagerly. In order to win money, he wanted the other party to die on the stage the next second.

But now he has become the protagonist on the stage. When he goes to see the man's face under the stage, he feels like a man eating devil.

"I'm human, I'll die. How can you be so cruel..."

The moment he realized that he was likely to die on the stage, Zhang Quan was finally afraid. He struggled to climb out of the ring, ignoring the roaring laughter of gamblers, just wanted to save his life.

When his hand touched the stage, his ankle was suddenly grabbed. The great panic made him stretch his hand and grasp forward. He really caught a hand in the void.

"He conceded." the familiar sweet tone was clear and quiet. The owner of the hand clasped his shoulder, added some strength and wrestled with the people on the stage.

"Let him say it himself." the black jacket man on the stage raised his eyes and swept over. At first glance, he saw a slender and tall girl with no pity between her dark eyebrows and eyes.

However, the next moment, the girl took advantage of her unprepared to drag the person down and handed it to the person of the organizer. She said faintly, "I'll finish this game for him. It's not a bad rule."

"Ah?" the organizer opened his mouth and subconsciously answered the question first, "well... It's not a bad rule..."

But what are you, a little girl, doing here?

Unfortunately, before the other party reacted, the girl had turned over and landed on the stage.

The man in the black jacket raised his eyebrows. "You can do it for him, but you are not allowed to play the trick of admitting defeat at the beginning like him."

Just now, I saw Zhang Quanna's plan to counselle goods, so he punched people so hard that he couldn't speak before cleaning up.

"Of course, I never joke on the field." Qin Qing, dressed in white sportswear, nodded gently. The white baseball cap on her head covered most of her face, revealing only a little delicate white chin.

She slowly rolled up her sleeves, her wrists were very white, her thin bones had a unique feminine sense of weakness, and her horsetail was stuck behind her head, like a girl next door who would occasionally meet a girl running in the morning in the morning. Those who were interested would look more, but now she appeared on the bloody ring, she was particularly abrupt and uncoordinated.

"What the hell are you doing? A pestilent chicken went down and got another student sister. Don't you want to do business?"

"Yes, this is not a nursery. We came to see boxing, not to play house wine."

……

The discontent of the crowd did not stop because of Zhang Quan's resignation. The accumulated anger had reached its peak when we saw that there was no victory or defeat and killed another suckling girl for no reason

Someone even tried to smash the glass bottle. In the noise, the young man raised his hand and held it in the air. The voice in the field was immediately suppressed.

"You are better than that boy. I recognize you as an opponent."