"Do you know who I am?" The eight-armed god came over and said with a fierce look.
Fang Zheng glanced at the Eight-Armed Shinto: "A lost lamb pretending to be a hungry wolf."
"Monk, do you think you won?" The Eight-Armed God sneered, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Can you stop me once, can you stop me countless times?"
"Monk?"
The eight-armed god, who had been playing cool for a long time, opened his eyes to look at Fang Zheng, only to find that the guy was already lying on the armchair with his eyes closed, and he didn't know if he heard what he said.
The eight-armed god suddenly felt helpless and frustrated...
"Eight-armed God, I have also heard about what happened back then. I sympathize with your experience." At this time, Xiaoxun's grandfather spoke.
The Eight-Armed God glanced at Xiaoxun's grandfather coldly and said, "What do you know? What you know is what they want you to know. You have no idea what happened to me in those years!"
"They said that you went crazy on the field and killed many people. In the end, you were wounded by a security guard and jumped into the sea and ran away." Xiaoxun's grandfather said.
"Haha... do you believe this lie?" the eight-armed god asked.
Xiaoxun's grandfather shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, so I want to ask you what happened that day."
The eight-armed god leaned back on his chair, took a deep breath and said: "Well, everything is going to be over anyway, so let me tell you. I was not crazy at all that day, but the other party was playing a conspiracy and bribed the referee, even if
After I beat the opponent like a dead dog, I still have to calculate the winning points and let the opponent win. This is what I heard from the coach during the game. He overheard it..."
"Then what?" Xiaoxun's grandfather asked.
"Then? Then I didn't give them a chance to calculate the winning point...I wanted the other party to be decent and give him a chance to survive. Since the opponent is so insidious, why should I be polite? One second and five! I hit
The opponent's jaw was broken three times with three punches, and he was lying on the ground in shock. Perfect KO!" The eight-armed god's eyes were blurred, as if he had returned to the arena that changed his life and destiny.
"Did you win?" Xiaoxun's grandfather asked.
"Winning, but what's the use? The opponent said that I committed murder and killed another opponent on the field, the trash known as the South Asian Tiger! Then they called a group of so-called police, but those police
Not even a police badge. I knew something was wrong.
In order to cover me, the coach and the others rushed forward to block the police, and I ran away. Later I heard that they were all dead..." At this point, the Eight-Armed God couldn't stop his tears from flowing down.
"I've heard about it too, but their version is that you went crazy and killed the referee and your opponent. Your coach went up to stop you, but you killed him together," said Xiaoxun's grandfather.
"Haha... That's ridiculous! My coach is my father! My coaching team is my brothers! Will I kill my father and brothers?" Speaking of this, the eight-armed god's eyes were red, as if
There's going to be blood!
At that moment, he stopped talking and leaned back on the chair, tears streaming down silently, his eyes becoming more and more blurred, as if he had returned to that dark and bloody moment! At the same time, he faintly told the experience of that day...
...as if it were the last confession of life.
No one saw it. The monk next to him had a flash of light in his eyes and closed his eyes.
boom!
Fang Zheng only felt that the quiet atmosphere around him was shattered by a burst of noise and roars!
Instead, there was an atmosphere filled with passion, madness, and irritability, as if the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and was about to explode at any moment! Fang Zheng looked carefully, and he suddenly appeared at the scene of a fighting competition! There was a fighting platform in the middle, and there were a
There were rows of seats, but no one was sitting on them. They were all roaring at the top of their lungs!
As for what they were shouting about, I guess only they themselves knew. The scene was so chaotic, the sound waves came one after another, it was extremely noisy!
This made Fang Zheng, who was accustomed to the tranquility, a little uncomfortable. He shook his head and turned his gaze to the ring.
Just when the referee started talking, the eight-armed god who was obviously many years younger and more handsome, with eyes like a hungry wolf, rushed forward with a strong step, and punched out like a steel cannon!
The opponent seemed to be in a bad condition. His nose was bruised, his face was swollen, his eyes were stained, and his arms were not very strong. He was directly punched away from his defense, and the second punch followed closely and hit him in the face. The opponent subconsciously raised his head.
, the eight-armed god followed up with an uppercut, hitting the opponent's chin hard, causing the opponent to fly up and fall to the ground! His whole body twitched on the spot and he couldn't get up.
The referee quickly grabbed the eight-armed god, and at the same time, the opponent's coach rushed forward with a loud roar.
Fangzheng walked over and vaguely heard someone shouting in English: "Wake up! Master, wake up!"
Then someone roared: "Find the best doctor and save the young master no matter what! Seize Basong! He dares to win this game, does he want to die?"
While talking, a group of people rushed to the side of the Eight-Armed God, and the coaching staff of the Eight-Armed God also ran up and confronted each other. The two sides kept arguing, not allowing Basong to leave, while shouting that this was a competition!
"Competition? Do you think this is an international competition? This is a private competition sponsored by our company! This is an underground boxing match! If you don't abide by our rules, it is a foul! Bullshit victory, bullshit bonus! None of you are allowed to leave!
"The man in a suit who had given the order to arrest people suddenly stood up, pointed at the eight-armed god and said fiercely.
"Mr. Ruan, we were invited to participate in the competition. There is no eye in the boxing ring, and life and death are determined by God. How can you act shamelessly just because one of your people died?" said the father of the eight-armed god.
"Bullshit, life and death are decided by God. I asked you to come here to let you lose, not to win! Just finish the game obediently and go back! But you actually won! Do you know who your opponent is?
The Tiger of Southeast Asia, the nephew of our big boss! You are finished, no one can leave!" the man said angrily.
"This is a society governed by law. With so many spectators here, do you think you can cover the sky with one hand?" the eight-armed god said angrily.
"Audience? The audience are just fools! I won't touch you, the police will!" After saying that, the man waved his hand, and a group of people wearing police uniforms rushed over from a distance. The eight-armed god saw that these people were wearing
They were obviously imitation police uniforms and fake police officers! But the audience couldn't tell the difference between the real ones and the fake ones, because the scene was so chaotic! It seemed like people were dead, so it wouldn't be surprising if the police came.
"Run!" At this time, the father of the eight-armed god shouted. He already understood that this was a black boxing match. If none of them could escape, once they were all caught, they would really be ravaged.
As for what to say to the outside world, should the other party just say it casually?