How could he spit out the money that went into his pocket?
So, Kato Jun said: "You two, if this is not the case, I will not participate. Which of you will be the boss?"
"Haha, let me do it then."
From their point of view, this situation was a sure win for Nakamura Daisho. If he was the owner, he would make a sure profit.
Of course, there will also be some Kato Shun. Anyway, Nakamura Daisho will be transferred to the big head no matter what.
One hundred million U.S. dollars is an astronomical figure, and even more so when converted into Japanese yen.
Feng Xiaoxiao looked at Ning Fan, feeling a little nervous, really hoping that everything was okay.
Ding!!!
The bell rang, and the White God of Death smiled and motioned for Ning Fan to hit him a few times first.
Because Ning Fan is really inconspicuous, in their eyes, one punch can make Ning Fan burp.
This is simply a dramatic boxing match, giving away money for free.
"God of Death, knock him down with one punch?"
"It's okay, just break his little body..." Several crazy gamblers shouted.
The White God of Death looked at Ning Fan provocatively and said, "As long as you can beat me, will you win?"
"It's not necessary, you can just hit me." Ning Fan put his hands behind his back and responded with a smile.
"That's what you said!"
The White God of Death walked up to Ning Fan, looked down at him with a height of nearly two meters, and said with a ferocious smile: "Do you still have a chance to regret it?"
"It's okay, just come!"
"Arrogant!"
Seeing Ning Fan's provocative look, the White God of Death clenched his fist and struck Ning Fan in the face.
"Damn, is this guy's brain showing off when he's being beaten while standing?"
"we won!"
Just when everyone thought they could exchange money, everyone's eyes widened.
I saw Ning Fan standing straight on the stage, raising his hand to hold the white god of death's arm, and said with a smile: "Is this all your power?"
"this......"
Nakamura Daixiang opened his mouth and shouted angrily: "Baga, why are you riding on the horse? Defeat him quickly, hurry up!"
On the other hand, Kato Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that this Ning Fan was not simple, and he felt that he was about to suffer a big loss again.
If Ning Fan wins, he won't even get the hair. After all, Ning Fan's odds are now one to ten.
On the field!
The White God of Death glanced at his master, then looked at Ning Fan trying to take his hand back.
But he was shocked to find that the other party was so strong. No matter how hard he tried, he was still held tightly by Ning Fan.
"ah!"
Suddenly, Ning Fan sent Five Fingers.
The White Death simply lost its center of gravity due to inertia, staggered a few steps and fell onto the ring, in a very embarrassed state.
He clenched his fists several times and felt numb.
This man's thin body contains great power. If he doesn't take a large amount of serum, he won't be an opponent at all.
"What are you doing, come on?" Nakamura Daisho roared angrily at the VIP table.
"ah!"
Even though the White Death was very frightened, he still rushed forward.
He punched Ning Fan again, but this time he missed.
"Where's the person?" The White God of Death was stunned. How come the person was in front of him just now and now he has disappeared.
"Idiot, he's behind you!"
Someone shouted in the audience, and the White God of Death immediately turned around and Ning Fan punched him.
boom!!!
This punch made the White God of Death's eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and he knelt in front of Ning Fan, holding his stomach.
He had a mouth, his face turned red, and he fell to the ground helplessly.
"this......"
Everyone in the boxing gym had their mouths open, and it was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.