Feilun waved his hand and said: "Actually, it's nothing special. If there are losers in the next few games who can leave the arena alive, you will be responsible for coming forward and recruiting them for me!"
Alamand said in astonishment: "Boss, what did you say? Loser? Did I hear you correctly?"
"You heard me right!" Feren muttered, "The winner, the agent will not give up. He will spend a lot of money to recruit him, and his nose will be in the sky, just like you were so arrogant that you wanted to fight me!"
Hearing this, Alamand touched his nose, feeling terribly embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "I'll go down there and do what you say, boss!"
"There's no rush!" Feilun waved his hand, "It's not too late to go after the first three games!"
"That's right!" Alamand scratched his head and said, "The first three games are all unknowns, so recruiting them is of no use!"
"You still have some brains!" Ferran complimented casually, and at the same time teased Jennifer, who had been secretly glancing at Alamand: "What? You really don't know him?"
Jennifer quickly waved her hand and said: "No... I looked at him and thought he looked familiar, but I just can't remember where I've seen him before!"
"Could it be in a coal pile?" Feilun continued to tease, "In that case, with his skin color, he can dig out it!"
Alamand almost jumped up when he heard this, but he knew very well that he was no match for Faerun and was controlled by the talisman of life and death, so he could only listen to and scold him, so that he could survive.
Besides, Alamand has always had a question about how Faerun healed his pelvis. Regarding this, he has never given up the idea of exploring. In other words, he must stay with Faerun to have such an opportunity.
At the same time, the blood stains off the court were quickly wiped away and tidied up for a while before the bell rang again, which also heralded that the next game was about to come.
However, when Feren casually refreshed the real-time introduction of the next boxer duel on his laptop, a guy wearing a ghost-head mask appeared on the screen, and Alamand frowned slightly at first sight.
"What's wrong?" Fearon asked casually.
Alamand hesitated for a moment, pointed at the ghost face on the screen and said: "This guy is the next generation successor that the top ten black boxers had hoped for. I didn't expect that he would appear in the second game..."
You know, in order to increase the difficulty of betting, the Black Boxing Club will basically not let two guys with huge disparity in strength to fight together. In other words, the strength of the opponent's opponent should not be underestimated.
After Ghost Face entered the arena, he did not look around at Shenghui. Instead, he waited quietly by the door, neither warming up nor paying attention to his opponent's movements.
At the same moment, the opposite door opened, and a Chinese young man walked out of the doorway. Feilun let out a sigh, looked through his information, and found that this guy's name was Jueming, which was obviously a nickname.
That's right, almost all the boxers who come to the black boxing club use pseudonyms. Firstly, it can increase the mystery of the boxers themselves, and secondly, it can also reduce the chance of retaliation. You know, the club stipulates that as long as the strength is passed, and
By complying with club rules, you do not need to provide detailed identity information to the club.
"Jie Ming... I have never heard of this person. He must be a newcomer!" Alamand said at the right time, "But his strength seems to be on par with Ghost Face. By the way, what are the odds? Maybe he can do it.
head!"
Feilun glared at him and said: "The odds are 2.1, do you want to bet on him? But do you have money?"
Alamand was stunned when he heard this, and then said shamelessly: "Boss, I don't have any money, do you have it? At worst, I will borrow some money from you first, and I will pay you back double when I win later!"
"Wow, it's doubled!" Feilun was amused. "Two-point-one is not a big odds. Even if you win, how much can you pay me back? Unless the odds are four or five, you have to win.
It’s possible that the salted fish will turn around.”
I don’t know if it was destined to happen. As soon as Feilun finished speaking, the real-time odds on the computer screen suddenly changed. The original odds of 2.1 dropped to 1.7, which made people who had not had time to place a bet just now.
Alamand was annoyed, but still unwilling to give in, insisting: "Boss, please lend me some money!"
Upon seeing this, Fearon took out his checkbook, signed a check for one hundred thousand US dollars and handed it to Alamand, saying: "This is just this time, it won't happen again!"
Alamand took the check and planned to leave the box to place bets. At this time, Jennifer, who had been watching with gleaming eyes, couldn't bear it anymore and said immediately: "It's not too late to go to the betting place at this time.
?I’m a betting broker. How much do you want to bet? I’ll help you!”
Alamand was stunned when he heard this, and then questioned: "Can you do it?"
When Jennifer heard this, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows and scolded: "If my aunt is not good, there will be no good brokers in this club!"
After hearing what she said, Alamand was not sure of his decision. He immediately glanced at Feren next to him and saw that he looked noncommittal. Then he made up his mind and handed the check to Jennifer to take in, and said: "
You buy it for me, desperate!"
Jennifer suddenly became happy. She took out her mobile phone and called the betting center. She settled Alamand's bet in just a few words: "Okay, I hope you don't lose your underwear too!"
Alamand glared at her, but didn't say anything more. He just said: "But I haven't gotten the receipt for the bet yet!"
Jennifer had a headache after hearing this, and was about to say, "Go and get it now," but Fearon was one step ahead of him and said, "Okay, Marilyn is here. As long as you place a bet, the receipt will not be missing for you.
Unless someone embezzles..." He glanced at Jennifer.
Jennifer naturally saw the look in Feilun's eyes and said without hesitation: "Hey, what did you look like just now? I am a broker with very professional ethics!"
Fearon curled his lips and said, "I don't care whether you have professional ethics or not..."
At this time, several bells had finished ringing, and Ghost Face and Jueming's warm-up had also been completed. The two of them also bowed to each other and pushed them to the wall next to the door where they came out.
The next second, the two of them rushed towards each other at the same time...
At this moment, Feilun raised his eyebrows because he felt a strong aura coming from outside the box door, and immediately made a warning gesture to everyone in the room.
Marilyn was shocked when she saw this, and just as she was about to ask what was going on, there was an untimely knock on the door.
Elsa wanted to go to the door and turn on the intercom, but Feren stopped her. Instead, he went over for Elsa, turned on the intercom, and asked: "Who?"
"Madam, it's me!" Blackhead's voice sounded, "A gentleman named Nai Scott wants to see you. What do you think?"
"Scott?" Marilyn was stunned when she heard the name, and then said with a solemn expression: "Where are the others?"
Heitou replied: "Just outside the door, next to me!" At the same time, he was extremely depressed in his heart, because even with the strength of several powerful boxers under his command, he could not see the strength of Nai Scott.
In fact, not only was he depressed, but even Feren was wondering, who is this Scott? He was so strong that he walked almost silently. If his absolute perception range hadn't been greatly expanded now, he would have been afraid that this person would be as close as the front half of his body.
It took him a long time to find out. In a flash of thought, he had already opened the box door before Marilyn who wanted to open the door herself.
At the same time, Feren didn't look sideways, didn't even raise his eyelids, and didn't look at the powerful man who came with the black head. He stood sideways by the door, made a gesture to invite in, and said: "Madam, please come in!"
She even took the opportunity to show her hand gestures and exchanged a [eyeball communication] with Marilyn across her eyes!
Marilyn quickly returned the look with only three words: "Gut Guard!"
Depend on!
Fearon was shocked, and immediately remembered the [Heart of Death] that Marilyn had mentioned to him. This guy named Scott should be the person Marilyn said had helped her complete the mission. According to this
It seems that this person's strength must be higher than Marilyn's, but I don't know what type of esper he is.
At this time, Scott, who was next to Blackhead, said: "Flora, I won't go in and sit down. Your Majesty has just arrived at the box in the North Stand and wants to invite you to come over and catch up on old times!"
Marilyn was shocked when she heard this and replied: "Did he only invite me, or..."
Scott said noncommittally: "You can bring your secret guard with you!" As he said that, he glanced at Aisha in the box, and at the same time, his eyes casually passed over Jennifer's face, "Huh? This lady
yes……"
Fearon clearly felt Scott's body shaking slightly, so he took this opportunity to raise his head and introduce: "This is my friend, Jennifer Aileen!" At the same time, he saw Scott's appearance clearly and found that this guy looked a little bit taller.
Like Xie Xun, the golden retriever lion king, he is just an American version. His face is bumpy and has countless small pits, but it does not affect his majestic and majestic appearance.
Hearing the surname [Aileen], Scott had no intention of paying attention to who Feilun was. His body trembled slightly and asked: "Unknown Miss Aileen's date of birth?"
Jennifer couldn't stand Scott's burning gaze. In addition, his appearance seemed majestic to Feren, but ugly to women, so she felt extremely uncomfortable. She immediately turned away and looked towards him as if asking for help.
Phelan.
Fearon naturally understood what Jennifer meant, and said, "Sir, don't you think it's too much to ask a girl her age like this?"
When Scott heard this, he formally laid his eyes on Feilun's face, and sneered: "Boy, you'd better stay away from Miss Eileen's affairs, otherwise I don't mind..."
Feilun said tit for tat: "How about you don't mind?"
"I don't mind if you die!" As Scott said these words, a fist as big as a casserole came straight towards Phelan. Before the punch hit, the wind of the fist had already blocked all of Phelan's escape routes.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Fei Lun's mouth, and he said: "If..."
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