Faced with the fierce whip kick from the professional fist, Jiang Xiaofan took a step back calmly. The whip kick hit the ground hard, making a dull sound.
Seeing that the killing blow missed, the professional boxer suddenly went crazy. The countdown outside the cage showed that there was only the last minute and a half left in ten minutes.
If he cannot defeat Jiang Xiaofan in ten minutes, he will lose the game.
This is absolutely intolerable to him.
"I'm going to kill you!" The professional boxer kicked the ground hard and hit Jiang Xiaofan with his body like a cannonball.
At this time, Jiang Xiaofan had already retreated to the corner of the cage, with no room to dodge anymore. Seeing that the boxer was about to get in his face, Jiang Xiaofan flicked out a silver needle with his finger and stabbed it accurately into the big hole on the boxer's waist.
The professional boxer suddenly tilted his feet and fell to the ground uncontrollably. His head hit the octagonal cage pillar, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why did you accidentally fall?"
Jiang Xiaofan walked to the boxer and knelt down, pretending to be surprised and patted the opponent's body, and quietly pulled out the silver needle from his waist.
"hiss……"
There was an instant silence outside the octagonal cage, and everyone looked at each other in confusion, all in disbelief at the scene just now.
A professional boxer fell down and fainted?
Although they didn't see it clearly, when they heard Jiang Xiaofan shouting like this, they subconsciously thought that this was the truth.
"Did you really win?" The man in the suit widened his eyes in surprise.
He remembered that before Jiang Xiaofan came on stage, he said that he would give himself a chance to make a comeback. If Jiang Xiaofan won by betting one thousand, he would have earned fifty thousand by now. If Jiang Xiaofan won by betting ten thousand, then he would earn five hundred thousand.
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Five hundred thousand!
The man in the suit was breathing heavily. Not only could he repay the gambling debt he owed, but he could also keep 200,000 yuan to make a fortune again.
At this moment, the man in the suit was so regretful that his intestines were blue, and he wanted to slap himself twice.
"You couldn't have fallen down earlier, why did you fall down at this time! My fifty thousand yuan!" Suddenly, a heartbreaking cry came from the side.
The man in the suit turned around and saw the man who had just bet 50,000 to win the boxer, staring at the Octagon with blood-red eyes.
I don't know why, but the man in the suit suddenly felt better.
The people in black looked at each other. They had been watching the scene for several years and had never encountered such a situation.
Before they could react, the gamblers below shouted: "You are fake punches, it looks so ugly! Refund your money, refund your money!"
Someone took the lead and responded immediately, and countless gamblers who had lost money and lost money started shouting.
Seeing that the scene was gradually getting out of control, the expressions of the men in black who were watching changed drastically. Although they were underground forces, facing so many people attacking together, even Buddha was a little overwhelmed.
After all, underground boxing venues are in the business of long-term business. Once the reputation of fake boxing spreads, there will be no hope of making money in the future.
The key is that they were wronged. Who knew this boxer could stretch his crotch like this?
Just when the man in black was at a loss, Jiang Xiaofan thought to himself, if he was messed up by gamblers outside the cage, how would he arrange the next boxing match?
How else to attract Liu Xiaowan’s attention?
How can you make half a million in one game?
He thought for a while and said: "This professional boxer is foaming at the mouth, as if he is suffering from epilepsy. I will defeat him, so let's have another challenge."
Hearing Jiang Xiaofan say this, the gamblers immediately stopped making noise.
Another challenge?
Wouldn’t it be possible to make money back?
The man in black took the opportunity to announce loudly: "Yes, this boxer has a physical problem. Since he still wants to challenge, we will arrange for a silver medal boxer to play this time. Everyone can continue to place bets, don't miss the opportunity."
Silver medal boxer?
The gamblers' faces showed joy. The strength of the silver medal boxer is self-evident. Only when the winning rate reaches 70% can he be worthy of the title of silver medal boxer.
Most of the gamblers called the staff and took out their chips to bet on the silver medal boxer to win.
At the same time, a small number of gamblers became more active.
Especially those people close to the Octagon, they felt that things were not that simple, so they tentatively bet some on Jiang Xiaofan to win.
The man in the suit recovered from the shock, gritted his teeth, took out 10,000 chips, and bet all on Jiang Xiaofan.
He just missed half a million, and he wasn't going to miss it again this time.
In the second round, the silver medal boxer came on the stage, and everyone held their breath and looked at the octagonal cage.
Jiang Xiaofan stared at the boxer in front of him and found that he was indeed more stable than the previous one. Judging from the opponent's lower body and breathing, it was obvious that he was a tough fighter who had been in actual combat for a long time.
"Are you going to admit defeat on your own, or will you admit defeat after I break your legs?" The silver medal boxer stared at Jiang Xiaofan and sneered.
Jiang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "The person who said harsh words to me just now has gone to the hospital. Are you going to follow in his footsteps?"
There was a hint of disdain in the silver medal boxer's eyes: "Do you think I'm that good-for-nothing? He can't even hold on to a fight in front of me."
Jiang Xiaofan sighed: "In my opinion, you are all about the same. You'd better buy some and lose."
"It seems you really don't want to walk out alive." The silver medal boxer roared angrily.
Jiang Xiaofan said earnestly: "Look at the boxer just now, I reminded him to buy his own defeat, but he just didn't believe it. Now that he goes to the hospital, he has to pay for his own medical expenses. Isn't that pitiful?"
"Go to hell!" The silver medal boxer rushed towards Jiang Xiaofan like lightning and smashed him hard with his fists wrapped in the wind.
The fierce battle officially begins.
Ten minutes later, the second round ended.
Jiang Xiaofan stood in the octagonal cage and looked at the silver medal boxer lying on the ground panting: "I told you, if you lose, you can win some medical expenses, but you just didn't listen."
Jiang Xiaofan once again pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger, and defeated the silver medal boxer in ten minutes.
All the gamblers who had bet on Jiang Xiaofan cheered.
That was a full fifty times. Ten thousand turned into half a million in an instant, which made them turn over in an instant.
Especially the man in the suit, he was so excited that he took off his suit and waved it vigorously above his head.
Tonight, not only did he pay off his gambling debt, he even won back two hundred thousand.
He was just about to cash in his chips and leave the casino when he suddenly heard the voice of the man in black in the octagonal cage: "In the third game, a gold medal boxer will play. After expert research, the odds have been fine-tuned this time. The challenger wins, and the payout is
The odds were reduced from 50 to 1 to 30 times to 1, and other times and boxers were also changed..."
The man in the suit stopped, and he took out the chips with a struggling expression, and then he didn't bet any more, just the last one.
Everyone calmed down in the third round. There is no doubt about the fighting ability of the gold medal boxer. Even if he participates in a regular boxing match, his strength is more than enough.
In the underground boxing ring, only those who have won more than thirty consecutive games and have an overall winning rate of more than 90% are qualified to be called gold medal boxers.
Therefore, compared with the previous game, there were no more people betting on Jiang Xiaofan to win.
In the octagonal cage, he stared at the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in front of him and said in surprise: "Are you the gold medal boxer?"
The young man didn't say a word, staring at Jiang Xiaofan with cold eyes, like a lone wolf on the ice field.
There was an old dog bell hanging on his chest, and Jiang Xiaofan vaguely remembered seeing it somewhere.