"Huh." Claya looked at Hausen a few times, and suddenly exclaimed: "He is injured!"

Tang Fang woke up when he heard this and looked up. Sure enough, Hausen had a bruise on his left cheek, his jaw was on the right, and there were a few scratches under his ear, not to mention the two hands. Fortunately, they were all skin trauma, not to mention this guy had the ability to regenerate at high speed, so he was not afraid to lure him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt very sympathetic to Hausen's opponent. To put it bluntly, the underground boxing world is a violent, bloody, ruthless, cruel, and almost the battlefield. The boxer does not even have the most basic protection, no teeth protection, no boxing gloves, and even the pillars are not covered with soft cushions. "Novel "Please search Piaotian, the novel is better and faster!

In such a battle environment, it is common to seriously injured or even die. Generally, boxers will sign a "death contract" before going on stage. If the boxer unfortunately dies on stage, no one will be subject to legal sanctions, and the organizer will only have to pay a very small amount of pension.

In fact, the boxer profession, especially underground boxers, is not much better than the frontline soldiers. Unless they are desperate, no one will jump into this fire pit. Of course, there are exceptions for a second-hand guy like Hausen.

Human nature has always been complex and changeable, with shining and darkness. Just like these audiences, blood will bring them joy, death will bring them stimulation, and the wildness in their bones will make them excited and enjoy. However, when they return home, they will transform into a good husband, a good father, and a filial son.

"It's strange if you don't get hurt." Tang Fang was distracted. Grant shook his head and pointed at the players' bruised guys at the entrance of the game and said: "The injuries on those people are his masterpieces without exception."

No wonder... Tang Fang was sweating profusely. No wonder the curses in the audience were like a tide, but it turned out that this guy lost more than a dozen boxers in a row in a while. It would be strange if the audience in the stands who lost bets wouldn't scold him. He would scold him too!

"Who else?" Seeing several staff members walking towards the contestant's passage with their unconscious opponents, Hausen turned his head, slowly scanned the audience, stretched out his thumb and turned down: "Who is not convinced? Come on." As soon as he opened his mouth, a smell of alcohol could be smelled a few meters away.

How much alcohol does this guy drink? His feelings are tantrums with alcohol.

Tang Fang couldn't help frowning. Claya also moved her nose lightly, and there was a hint of anger on her pretty face.

I guess they guessed what they were thinking from the two of them. Grant said a little embarrassedly: "5 bottles of strong agaves, plus a barrel of dark beer."

Claya gave him a blank look: "You didn't stop him and drink so much!"

"I...I..." Grant "I" didn't say anything about it for a long time. He didn't tell a few people, because it was because of the anniversary celebration of a shopping mall on the corner opposite the street, and the whole product was 20% off. He left Hausen alone and went to the night market. When he came back, he found that the product had already eaten five bottles of tequila and a bucket of dark beer.

Seeing that he was hesitating and evasive, he seemed a little embarrassed and embarrassed. He was ashamed to speak up. Tang Fang did not intend to ask more questions. After all, the matter had already happened, and solving Wenti was the top priority at the moment.

"I'll ask again, who else?" Hausen's clamor came from the stage again.

"Go and get the shameful guy down for me." He greeted Aros, and he pointed at the guy who was still unaware of anything on the stage.

Aros nodded, slapped the table with one palm, and flew into the boxing ring: "I!"

Hausen's face turned opposite, and when he heard someone on stage, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, when he turned around and saw the person coming, the expression on his face was so wonderful.

Surprised, puzzled, embarrassed, shocked... all kinds of emotions were rubbed into a ball on his face. He drank a lot of wine, a full 5 bottles of tequila and a large bucket of dark beer, but this did not mean that he was so drunk that even Aross could not tell.

Since gaining the ability to regenerate at high speed, he has also become immunized to alcohol. Hausen is now very sober and can no longer be sober. As for those alcohol, it just makes him feel more excited.

"Why is Aros coming? Why is he coming?" The guy murmured to himself, looking down at the table and swept away. Tang Fang and Claya were standing beside Grant. The former was looking at him with a smile, while the latter's pretty face was already cold.

"It's bad! Grant, this damn bastard, actually made a report." He muttered in a low voice, and Hausen squeezed out a smile, and said unnaturally: "Ah...Aross, is it you?"

"It's me." Aros replied, pressing his finger bones, staring at him with his eyes: "Aren't you having fun yet? Come on, I'll play with you."

"Fuck him to death!"

"Give him some color."

"Woo, old guy, we support you and defeat that bastard on the stage."

There was a noise below the stage, and cheers and whistles came one after another. Some viewers had already stood up and shouted loudly to the stage, while some girls were shaking their breasts without shyness, and screamed one or two in the boxing ring.

Although they don’t know who the person who comes to power is, as long as they can defeat the guy who makes them lose all, no matter who the person he comes.

Seeing Aros squinted his eyes and walked towards him, Hausen retreated again and again. He often "discussed" with this old guy, but without exception, he suffered defeat.

He is not stupid, this time Aros came to the stage under the order of the Tang side, and he was ordered to spare himself. What should I do? Fighting with the old guy? That is simply a humiliation!

This guy is a slut, but he has always been a bachelor. Seeing that he had retreated to the edge of the boxing ring under the pressure of Aros, he swept the referee from the corner of his eyes and suddenly, with a "ah" sound, he fell straight to the ground.

Everyone in the audience was stunned. This sudden scene silenced all of them. What's going on? Before the old guy could punch, the guy lies on the ground. Which one did he act?

The referee was also stupid and didn't know what to do for a moment.

At this moment, Hausen, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, opened his eyes and suddenly said something that made the referee speechless: "Why are you standing there? Count down quickly."

The referee blinked his eyes, but after a while he realized: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

At this time, Aros, the opposite side, strode towards Hausen and straddled his body. The guy opened his eyes and shouted quickly: "May 4 3 2 1." Then he raised his hand: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

"Is this guy funny..." The audience was shocked. That guy gave up, but why was he extremely unhappy?

"It's embarrassing." Aros raised his leg and kicked it. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!