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The football matches in the slums in the northern town of Marrakech are very famous.

In the entire Morocco and even the surrounding areas and around the Strait of Gibraltar, many rich and speculators like to watch football games here, just because there are no rules for football games here.

Yes, there are no rules.

This football field can only be considered ordinary, and can only be held forcibly. This is definitely not the reason to attract the audience. More importantly, there are referees in every game here, but there are no rules, no rules!

The reason for saying this is that in every game, the referee will almost be the audience, and he will not punish anything at all. The only foul in the black ball game is handball. In other words, both sides and all participating in the betting game, the audience will default that players on the court cannot pass the football with their hands and shoot.

This seems really ridiculous.

Some people say that of course, you can't use your hands in football. The ones that use your hands are basketball or rugby. But in fact, this is already very good, because two-handed players can fight with their hands, and the highlight of the game is exactly this, and football skills are second.

Under such rules, the players participating in the game can be imagined. Most of these people are very strong low-level gangsters. They have no formal jobs, have never entered school, and are all poor people who are mixed in slums. Don Jack Li is one of them. The difference is that Don Jack Jack can barely get through his football skills.

In the North Ghetto in Marrakech, there are a total of several teams participating in the black ball game, two of which are Felix and Fel’s teams, both of which are private teams without registration.

Of course, it is impossible to register.

Each team that specializes in black ball competitions is all formed privately. Most of these people are speculators and rich people. They form a team for gambling, but generally speaking, the gambling dealers are richer rich or gangster organizations.

The owner of the team has the right to participate in the dealer on his own side, but the price is very high. Of course, after winning, the income is relatively much higher.

In fact, if you do not participate in the dealer, all the profits and losses will be the risk of other dealers, and the team owner can only get a small share of the competition. After paying the players' high fees for participating in the game, even if the team wins, the relative income will become very small, and even if you win, you will lose money, so few people will do this.

It is precisely because of this that Fatty Fair is so anxious. Hundreds of thousands of Dhh and millions of Dhhh are not a joke in a game.

Felix and Fair are old rivals.

The two teams are also a little famous in Marrakech. In Marrakech, when it comes to the black ball game in the slums in the North City, most people can think of these two teams, because they will be very good every time they meet, and there are also great dangers in being good-looking.

Before, Don Jack had always performed very dazzlingly.

Don Jack is not the best player in the team. It should be said that he has never been able to play in Fair's team. Don Jack relies on his black ball to play, one is his good health. Don Jack is in very good health. From participating in the black ball to now, no matter how his opponent plays or falls, he rarely gets injured. The last time he was beaten up was the first time.

The second thing that relies on is good football skills. At least in black ball games, such skills as Don Jack are rare because most people rely on violence to play football.

But in black ball games, although the skills are also very useful, it is difficult to get along without force. For example, the last time he was beaten up by a group, Tang Jack could be said to have no power to fight back. Because he was from a distant Chinese and did not match the black people around him and white people, his interpersonal relationships in the team were not very good, so he was beaten up by the other party, and no one even came to help him.

Of course, these are no longer important.

For Don Jack now, the important thing is to participate in the competition and win to earn more dirhams, that is, money.

In fact, a week ago, the news that Felix's team was going to challenge Felix's team had spread throughout Marrakech and even surrounding cities. There were many people coming to play football betting. Most people heard that Felix invited Jones, a boxer in Morocco, which is famous, so they were all optimistic about Felix's team.

After all, black ball games are not reliable skills.

But Fair still accepted the challenge, and he couldn't help it.

In such a black ball game, if the challenged party does not accept the challenge, it will be difficult for Fer to stay in Marrakech City in the future. He will be looked down upon by other peers, and those rich dealers will also make things difficult for him.

There is no way, even if you lose the game and lose a lot of money, Fair must accept it.

fortunately.

"We have a chance." Fair, who was standing by the side of the court, smiled, but with a sense of confidence on his face, he said to a white friend next to him: "Jack is very good. Last month he participated in a game and killed several of the other party alone. I believe him!"

"Really? Fair, don't make me lose money!" the white man frowned and said suspiciously.

Fair patted his shoulder and said, "Ferson, when did I cheat on you? I saw it with my own eyes! Just wait and win!"

Verson nodded and looked at the path on the side of the court: "I hope this is the case."

"Here, come!"

At this moment, the people around him suddenly made a group of noise and whistles. Fell and the others looked up and saw a middle-aged white man with a beard walking towards this direction. It wasn't Felix. Behind Felix was a black man with only a small vest. The black man's muscles were bulging, which looked very difficult to mess with. I'm afraid it was boxer Jones.

"Haha, Fair, you came so early, can't wait to lose!" As soon as Felix arrived, he walked straight to Fair, shook hands with him with a loud laugh, and said mockingly.

Fel didn't care. A cunning smile flashed across his fat face. He shook hands politely with Felix and said, "Yes, I'm waiting to see you lose."

"Your joke is still so childish." Felix's face darkened, and he waved his hand to filter the topic. He pulled the black man behind him and introduced: "Come and see, this is Jones, look at this muscle, it's awesome!"

Fair nodded and quipped, "Maybe it would be better to play with women in bed!"

At this time, Jones raised his head and proudly interrupted: "Of course, many girls like to spend the night with me. However, today I won't show mercy. I think you should prepare medical expenses for your people."

Fair's face remained unchanged, and he nodded with a smile and said nothing.

After Felix and others walked away, Verson said to Fel: "What an irrespectful boy."

"That's better." Fair pointed to his head and said meaningfully: "It's easier to deal with such people, and I think we will win more easily."

Verson glanced at Fel in confusion, then turned to look in Felix, and saw Jones with a proud look, not paying attention to the temporary teammates around him. Such a look was really not very popular.

But this seems to be a good thing for them?

"Where is Jack? He isn't afraid, he won't come?" Verson hesitated.

The most important reason why so many people came to watch this contest was Jones, but Don Jack's performance last time also attracted a lot of people.

Before, Don Jack was just an inconspicuous character in Marrakech. Although he was famous for playing football, he was only the people in the circle who knew something. But black ball did not rely on skills but fought. Even though he was a little famous, he was not expected by many people.

But now it's different.

Last time Fair's team participated in the game, Don Jack fought against several opponents alone, which made the opponent convinced. This incident has spread throughout Marrakech and surrounding areas, so everyone is looking forward to Don Jack appearing to participate in the game. Although they think Don Jack will definitely not be Jones' opponent, the central figures of both teams are present, so the game is more interesting.

So everyone looked at the path leading to the stadium.

"This guy may not be here." As the game approaches, many people who are pushing the Fair team to win are a little disappointed and resentful.

After a while, the competition was about to begin, and everyone saw a yellow-skinned young man wearing a brown jacket and a long-sleeved sweatshirt walking towards this side steadily.

"Here! Come!" Fair was still talking to Verson, and such a voice came from the crowd.

"My God, finally here."

Seeing that Don Jack came to this side, Fair also breathed a long sigh. He was just now guaranteeing that Don Jack would definitely come. He knew Don Jack and believed in the credibility of this young boy. But this time Felix invited Jones, and he was really not sure whether Don Jack would be afraid to come. It almost meant that one of his side would lose.

"Just be here, get ready to go on the court." Fair spoke enthusiastically to Don Jack, pulled him to ask for a long time, and then urged him to go on the court.

In fact, it is only three minutes before the game begins, and the players of both teams are preparing to start the game on the court.

"Okay." Don Jack nodded and trotted into the stadium.

Almost everyone in the audience looked at the last player to attend the game, boxer Jones was no exception. He held his hands in front of his chest, looking proudly imitating. As soon as Don Jack stood there, Jones walked over and patted Don Jack on the shoulder, threatening: "Boy, are you that Jack? Are you going to prepare your family for the funeral? Just your body, you will definitely be beaten to death by me."

But Jack Tang didn't react. He turned his head and looked at Jones, looked at him carefully, and then pinched the dark muscles as if he was studying, and then slowly said: "You are not hollow here, right?"

"What?"

"I mean, you are just a barbarian. You are very strong and you are actually just an empty strait." After saying that, Don Jack ignored Jones and turned his head and walked towards his own goal.

Jones hadn't reacted for a while. After waiting for a while, he touched his forehead before pointing at Don Jack's back and cursing: "Bastard! Wait for me."
Chapter completed!