Mu Su's eyes were cold and he said word by word: "I said, this ring was left by my late wife, and I will not take it off."
"It's so touching..." Yinghua on the long street sobbed and rubbed the corners of her eyes with her sleeves. After a while, her eyes were blinded and she screamed again and again.
"I believed your lies." Everyone complained in their hearts.
But the referee has the final say here. The referee felt that it was a bit harsh and turned to Fourteen and asked with his eyes.
"Uh..." Fourteen was a little frightened by Mu Su's eyes, his lips were moist, and he said softly unwillingly: "You can keep the ring, but you have to check the contents inside."
The player in the audience sighed inwardly. The best way to restrict Mu Su was avoided by her. You said you are tough, but why are you so soft-hearted?
The camera cleverly appeared outside the ring and focused on the field.
Musu began to take various things out of the ring.
"What is this?" The referee picked up a folding stool.
Mu Su answered frankly: "As a boxer, I engage in strenuous physical activity. It is common sense to sit on a folding stool and take a break in my free time, right?"
"That's reasonable." The referee nodded solemnly.
This human referee is about forty years old, bald, and wearing loose referee clothing that doesn't fit him. He can't tell whether he looks like the God of Fire or Da Vinci.
Fourteen still has some intelligence and retorted: "But it can also be used as a murder weapon."
"It makes sense." The referee nodded again. "Although the folding stool is a kind of furniture, it can also be used as a weapon when necessary. The key is that it is easy to store and conceal."
Mu Su nodded and looked at the camera with a smile on his face: "Because of this, the folding stool has been named the first of the seven hidden weapons in the world. It is really a must-have for home travel."
"So this thing is not allowed to be stored." Even though they had a good conversation, the referee took away the folding stool.
After returning, the referee will pay attention to the small mountain of props.
He picked up the topmost cloak.
"What's this?"
In the corner of the auditorium of the boxing stadium, Kallen cheered and shook the lazy transparent neck of the bridge vigorously: "That's the shirt I made! That's the shirt I made."
"I... saw... I saw it--" The transparent bridge was shaken and could not speak.
She and Wen Xiang were dragged here by Karen, and she didn't know why this idiot wanted to come to the scene to watch.
"Victory Robe."
Mu Su put on this new red and white jersey with pride on his face. After improvements, it fit well and looked good.
Of course, if Mu Su saw the word "win" crookedly written on the back of the cloak, he wouldn't have said that.
Sheng also wrote a wrong word, crossed it out and added the correct word below.
"Young man has great ambitions!" the referee exclaimed in a deep voice, no longer caring about the cloak, and picked up a mace from the pile of props. "Then what is this?"
Mu Su was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "...used for beating people."
The audience was in an uproar because he shamelessly admitted it!
The referee put him off the stage and picked up a bag of feces.
"It's not used up yet."
After some hesitation, the referee classified it as a contraband.
Afterwards, the referee obtained the transformation drug, a large amount of sea giant snot, syringes, plastic bags used for hiding corpses, thirteen pistols, five rifles, 10 kilograms of TNT, a small bottle of reflective liquid, suspicious honey, etc.
Offstage.
The other arenas are already halfway through, but this one hasn't started yet.
The referee bent down and picked up a prop, a pink rubber stick covered with fleshy particles, suspiciously shaped, and imitating the structure of the human body.
"This...is not contraband."
"Wait a minute." The moment the referee finished speaking, Mu Su stepped forward and replied calmly while pointing and whispering: "Actually, this is a prohibited item."
"Oh?" The referee frowned. Isn't it what he thought, that Musu didn't use the rubber stick himself, but used it on his opponent...?
"As we all know." Mu Su took it from the referee without any objection and held the tail end very familiarly. "In a battle, momentum is a very important part, especially before the battle begins. It is crucial. Take
The one with the dagger versus the one with the pistol, the one with the ax versus the one with the chainsaw, no matter who is stronger or weaker, the former’s natural temperament is one point weaker, is that okay with me?”
"Indeed." The referee nodded in agreement.
"So this stick of mine is actually a weapon." Mu Su held up the shameful thing that should have been marked and was still shaking slightly, and shouted righteously: "It makes it difficult for the opponent to lift it.
Be willing to fight, subdue others without fighting, and be the weapon of benevolence and righteousness to resolve all unnecessary disputes!"
This statement was deafening and lingered for three days, shocking all the players at the scene and watching the live broadcast.
"Well said!"
Someone in the audience started to cheer and clap their hands. Someone started to applaud, and the applause gradually became louder.
Although most people were confused and confused, looking like "where am I, what am I doing, and why am I applauding?"
In short, if one day in the future, a certain battle starts in a certain game, and a certain player uses a certain shameful item to hurt another player, Musu will bear the blame.
"So that's how it is..." The referee received the instruction, took the weapon of benevolence and righteousness from Mu Su, and placed it solemnly under the ring.
The last thing left on the ground was a bottle of water with the label removed.
Without the other party having to say anything, Mu Su took the initiative and said, "As a boxer, I engage in strenuous physical activity. When I'm thirsty, it's normal for me to quench my thirst with a bottle of water, right?"
"Then take a sip." Shi Shi was confused.
"Just drink." Mu Su unscrewed the lid, Gulu tilted his head and poured a big mouthful, held it in his mouth and puffed up his cheeks, staring provocatively at Fourteen.
"Swallow it."
Gulu——
Mu Su's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed. He wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth and mocked: "Swallow it, how is it!"
"Huh... you've passed the test." A light voice came from the mouth of the sturdy Shili.
Mu Su felt proud for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and picked at his throat, retching for a long time but nothing came out.
His expression turned very ugly in an instant. He stood up slowly and took a deep look at Fourteen opposite him.
"You will regret your previous actions."
Fourteen felt uneasy, and then he snorted and ignored the threat. Anyway, he was not the one who drank.
At the end of the chapter, Mu Su's storage ring was finally inspected and the game could continue.
The referee stood between the two of them, called start and then quickly retreated to the edge.
For some reason, Mu Su's complexion turned slightly red, and his breathing became rapid.
Fourteen felt strange in his heart, but he did not doubt that he was there, and he rushed straight towards Mu Su with his unpretentious figure.
But he saw Mu Su not retreating but advancing forward, using mysterious footwork to bully him forward, and then... Mu Su gasped and fell into Shi Shi's arms. At this time, Mu Su's eyes were like silk and her tender lips
, opened slightly, and emitted a fragrance like an orchid. Faced with such a scene, even the Buddha would be frightened.