The boss and some staff in the boxing ring sometimes receive some internal news, such as which player is very powerful and has a back-up. At this time, they will put some money on that person and make a fortune most of the time.

Of course, this is equivalent to internal unspoken rules, and no one will bet on all the assets. If you have tens of thousands of dollars within a certain range, it will not cause disgust from the superiors.

The news Xiao Wu brought to Manager Han was that Lantian was very powerful.

Manager Han was ready to stare at the ordinary boy.

On the other side of the Lantian, although they did not shout with each other, they also watched the battle and bet on Xiao Wu's 100,000 checks for him.

On the ring, the side guarding the ring was still a black Bob.

"What about the enemy we are facing in the game Bob, the overlord of the Western arena. Oh, it's him, the dark side covers the face, it looks very mysterious!"

As the host shouted loudly, everyone looked in the direction pointed by the supporter.

It was a thin young man under a black mask, loose clothes, with only two hands exposed in the air, and his figure was very light.

The black Bob was like a shaved orangutan, his thick lips were breathing hot, his chest was undulating, and his two human heads were kneading together, making a loud bang.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

“Bob,Bob!”

"Bob has won five consecutive games tonight, and he can probably block all the remaining sets."

"Yes, look at that thin guy, probably he is worse than the previous one, and at least he has had multiple fractures."

The people in the audience were clamoring for Bob, analyzing the battle situation in groups, mocking the new people.

“Fuck!”

The black man raised his hand and pointed it down a few times, his face ferociously.

The thin boy didn't move at all and didn't make any sound.

"Okay, then, is it Bob's six consecutive wins to defend tonight's ring or the newcomer's throne feast? Let's wait and see!"

After the host finished speaking, he raised the microphone and walked quickly to the audience.

Bob's lips were scattered and he didn't even look down on the stepping stone in front of him.

His feet stepped on the ground, and in a shaking dust visible to the naked eye, he rushed forward quickly, opened his hands, pressing over like a titan.

He wanted to win the victory entirely with his strong strength.

The thin boy was not panicked at all. He jumped out at a faster and more tricky angle than Bob. He stroked sideways on Bob's calf and dragged his head and punched him hard.

Then, he turned around on the ground, swept his legs across his legs and swept them like a stone pillar, making a muffled sound when they collided, but Bob did not move at all, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bob turned his hand and sealed the skinny boy's movement, then closed his fists and smashed it down.

The skinny boy looked at the widening attack in front of him, and his movement was blocked. In the crisis, he slid down and crawled under Bob's crotch.

"Hmph!" Bob pointed to his crotch, which meant to trample on the dignity of the thin boy.

The next second, when Bob's smile had not yet faded, two feet appeared on both sides of his thick neck, clasping his neck.

At that moment, when the skinny boy got behind, his knee suddenly hit him upwards, and Bob's tailbone suffered a pain for a second, and the support force of his legs retreated a little.

Just these few points are enough. The thin boy stood upside down, his hands were buckled to the ground like steel bones, his legs clamped Bob's neck, and his waist was suddenly pressed, as if he was shooting an arrow.

The next second, Bob covered his neck with his hands and exerted force with his legs, but it was too late.

In the last second, Bob flew backwards, hit the fence, hitting his head on the ground, and he couldn't get up, his smile had frozen on his face.

The thin boy didn't make up for the trick, patted the dust on his hands and looked at the host.

Including the host, the audience was still, and the words choked on their throats.

"Ah, ah, ah, I'll announce it!" The host realized that he didn't know his name after he recovered. When he turned around, the man had already jumped off the ring and went to receive the bonus.

But Lantian didn't lose him. From the beginning of his departure from the arena, Lantian followed behind without hiding himself until the skinny boy turned around.

"Why are you following me?"

His voice was not quite mature, but he was a little hoarse, and because of his mask, he couldn't see his face clearly.

"You are very awesome and bring glory to China. If you have the chance, we will play a game! Until then."

"You're destined to be."

Before the settlement platform, the skinny boy received a bonus of 100,000 yuan, which was given to him by General Manager Han Xiaomimi.

He won very little money in the ring, and he was just a special one to fight for himself.

"Boss, I'll settle the bill, too."

Manager Han took Lantian’s membership card, checked the balance and betting, and smiled and said, “Sir, you are so far-sighted. Ten thousand yuan will beat this brother. The odds are 100,000 yuan, and you will give it to you.”

The thin boy heard the blue sky coming out of the main pipe and pressing him down, thinking about it, then turned around and left.

Lantian’s membership card was given by Xiaowu, so there is no real name system.

"Tell me a show, now."

When General Manager Han heard this, he remembered what Xiao Wu said, nodded repeatedly, pointed at the staff next to him, and said anxiously: "Check this gentleman quickly and get on the stage!"

"What's your name?"

"A Tian."

Manager Han was stunned for a moment and confirmed again: "Can you not afford a name with a little momentum?"

"No." Lantian took the membership card and walked towards the ring.

Isn’t A Tian’s name domineering? This is a question he has been thinking about for the past few minutes.

"Okay, Bob's injury just now was not serious. He said he could face it, and emphasized that he was just too tired because he played five games in a row. So I'm so tired. I'll invite the next game! A Tian vs Bob!"

Many people just lost a lot of money, and when they heard Bob come on stage again, they talked a lot.

"That big guy probably has used up all his strength. He will vote for whoever A Tian is in this game!"

"Yes! You can't vote for Bob!"

After Lan Tian heard the host's b words, he walked out of the crowd wearing a pair of Kung Fu Panda mask.

It was discovered in the corner, as if it was a toy for a child. When he got up the stairs of the arena, he looked at it and found that it was a little far away.

So he held the ground on the ring with both hands, supported his body, and climbed up little by little with his knees. Yes, he climbed up, and the already dirty clothes and pants were covered with a layer of gray.

"Puff hahaha!"

There was an uproar in the audience and pointed at me.

"Just like this, I can challenge you like this, I feel that I can't beat the security guard downstairs!"

"Don't you just said you're going to vote for him?"

"Who said that, I didn't say that, Bob will win!"

The host didn't know how to comment on Lan Tian's appearance. He pursed his lips and thought for a while and said, "Then let's start!"

"Click!"

I don’t know where to throw a Coca-Cola can, but it’s just a flat one.

Then a vicissitudes of voice came from the VIP area above: "Can you punch?"

This Bob seems to be able to understand this Chinese sentence, with a fear of face and a serious look.

"Hey guys!"

Lantian tried to pick up a conversation, but Bob didn't understand Chinese. Lantian realized this and quickly searched for the few English he remembered in his mind.

Bob clenched his fists and was about to start fighting, he heard Lan Tian slowly say a sentence in English.
Chapter completed!