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"Hahahaha... This kid won't pee his pants in fear, right?"

"Hey! Mad dog! Bite him to death! Bite someone to death and give you 100,000 yuan!" A group of spectators shouted on it.

The mad dog cracked a big mouth, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth. If you look closely, you will find that his tongue has been cut off, so it will only make a "roar" shout.

His expression became very ferocious, and he hooked his fingers at Ye Fan, full of disdain.

Ye Fan did not walk over, but instead hooked his finger at the mad dog.

The mad dog's eyes became particularly fierce, and he took big steps, and his body rushed towards Ye Fan like a tank!

When he came to Ye Fan, the mad dog swung a huge fist and smashed Ye Fan's head hard!

Ye Fan's body moved horizontally just right and avoided the punch.

The mad dog's fist hit the ground, and the plastic ring made a heavy muffled sound. If it were cement or stone, it would have been smashed into a deep pit.

"What a great effort! It's worthy of being a mad dog!"

"Cao, this kid is lucky, otherwise his forehead will bloom!"

Amid the audience's shouts, Ye Fan dodged back and forth for a few times and walked leisurely in the courtyard on the stage.

The mad dog chased after him with a whimper, trying his best to beat Ye Fan into meat sauce in annoyance.

Ye Fan was actually scanning the audience around the ring with his eyes. He felt that someone was staring at him in secret.

This time when he came to Feiyun Mansion, Shangguan Ling's attitude was really weird, because logic was that even if the Shangguan family didn't want to give the 40 million yuan, they wouldn't have to make a complete grudge with Jinxiu.

Therefore, Ye Fan vaguely felt that someone was making trouble behind the scenes, especially his years of experience, which made him notice that someone was peeping.

However, the other party seemed not in the audience, so Ye Fan had to give up the search temporarily.

Suddenly, Ye Fan stood still on the ring and stopped dodging.

The audience had been yelling and scolding for a long time, despising Ye Fan as a coward, and ran around. When Ye Fan stopped, he shouted that the mad dog would pounce on him.

The mad dog naturally seized this opportunity. After blocking the angle, he punched Ye Fan's jaw with an uppercut!

Ye Fan simply reached out and blocked the fist. At the same time, he kicked his right foot forward, immediately destroying the center of gravity of the mad dog, and his entire burly body fell down the arena!

A second later, the mad dog was already lying on the cold concrete floor.

"Wow!!——"

The audience in the stands were shocked because no one expected that the mad dog would be knocked off the ring so easily!

Feng Yueying almost screamed out excitedly. She didn't expect Ye Fan to win so easily, and a pair of watery eyes looked at the man with glittering eyes.

The mad dog also felt inexplicably, why was he beaten down?

"You lose, let's go." Ye Fan was not interested, either. He killed a mute who made a living by fighting black fists. After all, they had no grievances or grudges.

The mad dog got up and looked at Shangguan Ling on the high platform.

Shangguan Ling shouted with a gloomy face: "In the Colosseum, there is only a life-and-death battle. If you don't die, go up to me!"

When the mad dog heard this, without saying a word, rushed to the ring again and punched Ye Fan.

Ye Fan frowned, but didn't even look at it. He turned around and kicked it, which hit the mad dog's chest!

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the mad dog's huge body, which was more than two meters long, fell under the arena again.

The mad dog squirted out a mouthful of blood, twitched all over, fainted, and lost its combat power.

Ye Fan did not have any effort to deal with such a big man with only brute force and speed.

Shangguan Ling's face was extremely gloomy. He was absolutely sure that Ye Fan was not an ancient martial artist or an expert in internal skills, but why, such a seemingly ordinary body could have such strong explosive power and speed!?

The audience was also dumbfounded. The pair of eyes under the mask stared at Ye Fan, and the ridicule had already come to an abrupt end.

For them, seeing a big man like Mad Dog fights, he already feels very powerful, but a warrior like Mad Dog was kicked away by Ye Fan?!

Shangguan Ling slapped the sofa hard and said furiously: "Waste!"

However, he is not unable to afford to lose, he is nothing more than 2.8 million, which he hasn't taken seriously yet.

But at this moment, everyone found that Ye Fan did not mean to walk back to the platform to get the money, but instead walked into the passage where the mad dog walked out of the previous one.

"What is he going to do?" Shangguan Ling frowned.

"Young master, he seems to have gone to our backstage," said an assistant.

"Bad! I'm not blind!" Shangguan Ling said to a blue-shirted bodyguard behind him: "Li Pengfei! Take people down and see what that kid is doing!"

Li Pengfei, the bodyguard leader, looked cold and immediately summoned people to take them down.

But at this time, Ye Fan suddenly walked out of the backstage and walked back to the platform with a normal expression.

"Sorry, I went to find the toilet and it was done. Mr. Shangguan wrote the check. We didn't eat lunch and were hungry," Ye Fan said, picking up a napkin next to him and wiping his hands.

Feng Yueying noticed the details and exclaimed: "Ye Fan! Why is there blood on your hands? Is it injured?"

The woman hurriedly grabbed Ye Fan's hand, but found that the blood was not Ye Fan's, but was stained from outside.

"Haha, it's okay, I accidentally got some rubbing it," said Ye Fan.

Just then, a backstage manager with a slutty face ran up, looked at Ye Fan in horror, and reported: "It's not good! The eldest young master!"

Shangguan Ling frowned: "What are you doing in a panic? What's the matter?"

"Just just now, this man ran into our backstage and crippled all our twenty gladiators!" said the manager trembled.

"How is that possible!?"

"Really... this guy fought as soon as he came in, and we gladiators were knocked down before they could fight back!"

Shangguan Ling's face turned dark and glared at Ye Fan angrily: "My surname is Ye! What do you mean? Can you beat me very well??"

Ye Fan spread his hands and said, "I'm wronged. I wanted to go to the toilet, but I couldn't find it. They didn't let me out yet, so I had to put them down."

Shangguan Lingxin was bleeding. Two million and eight hundred thousand were nothing, but the group of death row prisoners and black market boxers he bought were all millions. If this group of people died on the ring, they could still make money back, but if they were disabled in the backstage, wouldn’t they all lose money!?

The key is that killing them will make a bigger loss, and you have to help them recover their injuries first.

After a while, his Colosseum business lost tens of millions!
Chapter completed!