Chapter 293: murderer

"It must be a fake punch and refund!"
Many people were wondering if there was something tricky in the game. Various noises in the audience sounded and the host's face was a bit ugly. Even he himself doubted whether there was something tricky in it.
The main thing is that Shen Lang doesn't look like a master at all. If he is really a master, then he will have to play a few rounds to show his level. This kid is too abnormal to win!
"Fuck, this of Shen Lang is too powerful!" Zhou Kuang cursed in the VIP room.
He knows that Shen Lang will win, but Big Dog is also close to a four-star master at any rate, so he has to last for a while, right? Unexpectedly, being so violent by Shen Lang, his head burst.
The audience thought that there was a fake punch in the venue.
Zhou Kuang had actually arranged a lot of fake punches before, this time it was not fake punches, but Shen Lang also behaved too much like fake punches.
"Brother Kuang, the audience below has already turned uproar, what should I do?" A horse said, pushing the door of the private room.
Zhou Kuang frowned: "Let me think about it."
Wan Tianpeng on the side said: "This is very simple, let's arrange a more powerful role in the second game, so that Shen Lang will not win so easily, and dispel the audience's suspicion."
Zhou Kuang patted his thigh: "Yes, just do it!"
"Brother Crazy, who should be arranged to go up?" Ma Tsai asked.
Zhou Kuang pondered for a while, and said, "Let the ghost come on in this one! By the way, the rules are adjusted to a life-and-death struggle."
When the Ma Tsai heard the name Guimian, his whole body was shocked, and he immediately said, "Okay!"
The audience became chaotic, and a group of spectators rushed forward, clamoring for a refund.
The host calmed down the scene, but few people paid attention to him. More and more people believed that Shen Lang must have played fake punches, and some kind of metal weapon was hidden in his body.
The metal cage opened and Shen Lang stepped off the ring.
Several brawny men immediately surrounded him, handing Shen Lang water and the like, but Shen Lang didn't pick it up, and sat directly on the side seat.
Soon, the Ma Tsai sent by Zhou Kuang came over, took the microphone from the host, and said loudly: "Everyone, please be quiet!"
"Jing your dad! I paid a lot of money to come to see the boxing, and you gave me fake boxing. Is there any quality?"
"Refund, no need to say anything!" another middle-aged man shouted.
The Ma Tsai coughed and said, "Don't worry, Brother Crazy asked me to come here to give you an answer."
As soon as he said this, the voice on the scene suddenly became quieter, and the deterrent power of Zhou Kuang's name was not small.
The Ma Tsai said loudly: "This Shen Lang boxer himself is here for the first time. Everyone suspects that he is playing fake punches. I can understand this feeling. It is mainly because this Shen Lang boxer came for the first time. I don’t know much about his strength. But the credibility of our field for many years is here, and many of you are doing big business, and you must know the importance of credibility. We will never abuse the credibility of our field for a fake punch. , This is not worth the gain."
"Brother Madman asked me to take the word. I feel that there will be no fake punches in the field. In order to eliminate everyone's doubts and show our fair position in the field, the rules of the next game will be a life-and-death fight!"
There was a sound of discussion from the audience.
"Life and death struggle?"
"It's almost the same!"
Ma Tsai cleared his throat and continued: "I believe everyone knows the rules of life-and-death struggle. That fate is a bet. This is absolutely impossible to fake."
There was a lot of discussion among the audience, and many people agreed. Although it was a underground boxing match, no one would joke about his life.
"Life and death struggle is okay, but who are you going to let on the stage? It must be someone who is better than a big dog to fight this kid named Shen Lang!" A man shouted from the audience.
Ma Zai said: "That's natural, the last championship will be arranged for the end, the ghost face!"
"Ghost face?"
"The last champion!"
"Is that the murderer with the skull?"
There was a commotion in the audience, and there was a lot of noise. It seemed that this "ghost face" was much more powerful than the big dog.
Shen Lang sat quietly to the side, ignoring the crowd's conversation.
He just wanted to finish these 25 games quickly, rescue Su Ruoxue and the others, and kill Zhou Kuang and Wan Tianpeng!
Not long after, amidst the cheers of the crowd, the ghost face appeared arrogantly.
This guy is about 1.9 meters tall, and he can only be considered average in a boxer. He has various skull tattoos all over his body, and there is a long scar on his face. He is amazing.
The ghost face is still bald, and the skull is tattooed on his head. When ordinary people meet him, they can't help but feel a sense of fear.
"Well, what's going on right now is our last champion, ghost! Face!" the host shouted every word, seeming a little excited.
The audience in the audience was even more excited. This ghost face is not only powerful, but also extremely cruel, nicknamed a murderer. The boxers who almost competed with him were brutally beaten to death.
Guimian strode frantically and stepped onto the stage, raising his hands, seeming to enjoy the tidal cry of the audience.
The audience was very excited, according to the ghostly style, the next game will be quite bloody.
Soon, the game began.
Both sides played and the metal cage was closed.
When it was time to place the bet again, Shen Lang's odds were adjusted to 1 to 5 and Ghost Face to 1 to 1.2.
"Tianpeng, what do you think of this bet?" Zhou Kuang asked Wan Tianpeng in the VIP room.
Wan Tianpeng smiled and said: "There should not be many people who should bet on Shen Lang to win this time. The guys in these business circles are quite conservative. There won't be too many people who dare to bet on Shen Lang to win."
"Haha, your idea is similar to mine." Zhou Kuang smiled. After operating in the venue for so long, there are various gambling games, and he has already figured out the ideas of these audiences.
The betting data is similar to what Wan Tianpeng and Zhou Kuang thought. Although Shen Lang won a game, most of the audience thought it was a fraud and still did not trust Shen Lang's strength.
As a result, Shen Lang won only 2 million in this bet, and over 20 million was won by the ghost face.
In fact, this is also related to the strength of the ghost face. The last champion was originally close to the top strength.
The cheers on the scene went after another. The fat man who won 10 million just now was very excited and shouted loudly: "Shen Lang, I continue to bet you to win this one million. Come on!"
"Damn, I took a luck and want to go a second time?" The man in the suit said disdainfully.
The fat man shrugged: "I made 10 million. What's the pain of smashing another million in."
"Cut!" A group of people around showed contempt at the fat man.
"Who said that Shen Lang would definitely lose? Maybe that one just won by strength!" The fat man said disapprovingly.
"Come on, I've watched so many games, and I've never seen anyone who can blow people's heads."
"That's right, the superior must have cheated!"
On the ring, Shen Lang and Guimian stood on the sidelines.
In order to dispel the audience's doubts, someone used a detector to test the bodies of the two of them to make sure there were no metal objects.
Guimian glanced at Shen Lang, and smiled contemptuously: "Tsk tsk, kid, I heard that you hit the big dog's head on the court, it's very awkward! Is there a way to catch Lao Tzu? Come, catch here!"
After finishing speaking, Guimian pointed at his bright bald head and slammed into Shen Lang.