The white god of death who has always been all-powerful, the myth of the Japanese underground black boxing being undefeated has now been overthrown with one punch.
While they were shocked, they were even more shocked that all the money they had pledged was gone.
"Count the seconds!" Ning Fan reminded the referee.
This referee was obviously one of their own, and he was deliberately stalling for time, and the countdown was very slow.
But even if he is slow, it is difficult for this boxer to get up.
When they read the last number, everyone roared. All their worth was gone.
Nakamura Daixiang froze on the spot, gritting his teeth. Although he had won money, it was far less than 100 million U.S. dollars.
Not only did he want to escape the 100 million US dollars, but what was even more difficult for him to accept was that he had lost his face.
Then he said angrily: "Let's do a second game!"
"Where's the money?" Ning Fan asked with a smile.
"Hmph, if you win, I will pay you 400 million U.S. dollars."
"Okay!" Ning Fan said to Feng Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, write an agreement quickly, you understand."
"OK!"
The two of them now communicate in Japanese.
Feng Xiaoxiao immediately wrote it down on white and black paper and said: "Nakamura Daixiang, come over and sign and sign. It is interesting to have proof."
"snort!"
Nakamura Daisho smiled disdainfully and stamped his name and fingerprints.
"You wait!"
Soon, in the lounge, Nakamura Daishou strode in, and one of his men held a box with a red potion inside.
"Master, you are ready."
"Um!"
Without saying a word, Nakamura Daishou picked up the main bottle of medicine and plunged it directly into the White Death's body.
As the serum entered, the veins of the White Death suddenly swelled, and the bloodshot eyes became more obvious, like a wild beast.
"Kill that person for me!" Nakamura Daixiang said.
The White Death did not speak, but walked out angrily.
Someone was blocking his way in front of him, so he just kicked him past, and a hole was immediately kicked out of the crowd.
The person who was kicked died on the spot, and everyone was so frightened that they backed away.
"Roar!!!"
The White God of Death glanced at Ning Fan and strode forward, wanting to tear Ning Fan in half right away.
"Start!" The referee smiled and said directly.
"ah!"
The White Death roared angrily, strode forward, and hit the target with a left hook.
"That's ridiculous!" Ning Fan smiled slightly, raised his hand and slapped him.
Snapped!!!
This slap knocked all the White Death's teeth away, but it only tilted his head.
He spat out the blood in his mouth and roared at Ning Fan.
Now he no longer had any rules for punching, he was just like a wild beast wanting to tear Ning Fan into pieces.
Ning Fan was able to dodge every time, jumping up with a knee to hit the opponent's chin.
boom!!!
The White God of Death fell to the ground in a very embarrassed state, still no match for Ning Fan.
Nakamura Daixiang below couldn't sit still and asked a few of his men to go up to block the view of others.
Another person secretly injected the new serum into the body of the White Death.
After this super large dose of serum entered, the White Death lost his mind and threw several bodyguards out.
He roared at Ning Fan: "Roar!!!"
This time it was even more terrifying. He injected a large amount of serum and lost his mind.
Now the only enemy in his mind was Ning Fan, so he rushed over and punched him.
A strong fist wind came towards him, and Ning Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.