Chapter 1838 (1/2)
Bang, bang, Bang
Underground boxing field, boxing to meat competition makes people excited.
Tong Jiayao stood in the first row, his cheeks flushed and his hands clenched into fists.
From time to time excited back and forth shaking, as if to smash something, but found in front of only air.
Ding.
At the end of the second scene, the blue underpants who are about to hold on to get a breath!
”Who do you bet on
Li Zitao, who is waiting to play, looks at two old friends.
”Let's talk about something else.”
Looking at the dejected look of the two people, we can see that they chose blue underpants.
”That's bad!”
Li Zitao took a sip of beer and said with a smile, ”but you can make a lot of money later.”
”Ha ha, we have already bought it, kung fu boy!” The two old children said excitedly, showing off their tickets.
”That's a lousy name!”
”Come on, man, Kung Fu sounds amazing, not bad at all!”
”... you're right. Kung Fu is very cool, but why kung fu boy?”
”Hey, guys, don't worry about that. The game's on.”
”Wow ~” saw blue underpants being knocked down by a punch.
The blood arc mixed with broken teeth flew out two or three meters away, lying unconscious on the challenge arena, and was soon dragged away by people's thighs.
The ground was pulled out of a bright bloodstain, very beautiful!
There were deafening screams.
Human beings love primordial, blood, violence, alcohol and crazy screams, like women who want to tear their clothes and reveal.
Let the atmosphere of the scene become more chaotic and hot!
”It's your turn, kung fu boy!”
Laurence raised his fist and hit it like he was handsome!
Li Zitao, speechless, rolled his eyes and turned to the backstage.
”May I... May I come with you?”
Tong Jiayao looks at him worried and wants to go backstage with him.
It doesn't change anything, but at least it can be with him.
Li Zitao shook his head in a funny way: ”you don't want to go backstage. Wait for me here. I'll be back in 5 minutes.”
Leading to the backstage is a narrow lane that needs to be lowered to pass. Li Zitao comes to the dressing room.
A room is full of cement on all sides, with a bench in the middle.
Rotten towels, empty wine bottles, bandages and bloodstains were all over the place.
The smell of sweat, blood, saliva and various liquids in the air is exciting!
”This is your dress, boy!”
The little man took a funny red underpants and threw it at him.
Li Zitao dodged to avoid being hit by the wet shorts.
”I've got private work to do!”
Li Zitao took out his prepared shorts and put his clothes into his handbag.
”You still need Bandages!” Look at him walking out in his pants, the little man reminded.
”No, it's over. I don't want to get tied up and take it down in a few minutes.”
Li Zitao carried his luggage bag and passed by him with a smile.
He has to deal with the opponent first, then take the money he won, and then eat a good meal.
In front of the challenge arena, Li Zitao gives his handbag to Tong Jiayao, who keeps looking.
”Don't worry, I said I'll be back soon!” After kissing her on the cheek, Li Zitao stepped onto the ring.
The host's introduction is over. Lan Fang's ”hurricane maniac.”.
(thunderous applause...)
Hong Fang's ”Kung fu boy.”
(booing, mixed with a few low as mosquito roar.)
Compared with the Chinese boy who just didn't know where he came from, the first time he came to the stage.
They're obviously more interested in brute force than hairy killers who have won 16 games.
The boy's favorite is to break the neck of his opponent, merciless!
This is exactly what the audience is looking forward to, and what they want is this blood spurt of excitement.