Super Golden Eye

Boris said, "If you want a high income, you have to challenge the Fist King that night. The challenge of this new guy will stimulate the odds. The appearance fee is also very high, but the mortality rate is also the highest. "    

    

But then he added, "Of course, such a situation does not exist for Mr. Faang. Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger is your strong point.    

    

If you are willing to go down the stage, I am considering whether I should put all my belongings on you. "    

    

Faang Yang joked," Then you have to give me a commission! Fighting is very hard."    

    

While they were joking, the car stopped outside a building that looked like an opera house. Boris bought the tickets and walked into the inner court.    

    

Through the thick and heavy door, he could vaguely hear crazy shouts coming from inside. When he really walked in, a wave of heat rushed towards him.    

    

The air was filled with the smell of sweat, alcohol, women's perfume, and a faint smell of blood. With so many mixed smells mixed together, it was even harder to stir up the original impulse, making people go crazy.    

    

In addition to the deafening shouts and curses, Faang Yang was very not used to it. "Damn, is this Arena or a mental hospital?"    

    

Boris's eyes also lit up. "This is the greatest and most exciting sport, a real battle between men! Come on, my friend, you will like this place."    

    

Faang Yang was somewhat glad that his adaptability was not bad. After finding a seat, he gradually adapted to the environment here.    

    

They were sitting in ordinary seats, surrounded by ordinary citizens. Every time the boxer on the middle stage fought to the death, he would twist and wave crazily.    

    

Some of the well-dressed women even openly tore at their clothes. Their faces were flushed with excitement.    

    

Faang Yang shook his head and looked at the two boxers in the arena. Their attacks were very direct and effective. Their punches hit the flesh, and their attack and resistance were very strong.    

    

However, in Faang Yang's eyes, there was no skill involved at all. However, he had to admit that this kind of fight could arouse the wildness in one's heart.    

    

Boris called over his underling and exchanged a few simple words with him. Then, he bought a hundred thousand USD red square win. Because it was an explosive cold, after the end, he easily earned nearly one hundred and fifty thousand!    

    

Faang Yang could not help but sigh. "This thing is really quick to earn money. It's almost like picking up money from the ground."    

    

Boris had already gradually entered a good state and started to talk more. "The reason why the underground boxing competition is attractive is that it does not have so many restrictions.    

    

Here, strength is advocated, but in this place, the mortality rate is more than 70%! The remaining 30% are basically seriously injured and paralyzed, and very few people can retreat unscathed.    

    

So here, you can see with your own eyes how popular this competition between brave warriors is. We don't have any requests for the contestants. Anyone can go."    

    

Faang Yang was a little surprised." Anyone can go? Isn't this too ridiculous? "    

    

"That's why it's this uncertainty that makes him more popular. Basically, there won't be any shady deals happening. Is Mr. Faang interested in going up and fighting?"    

    

Boris was very optimistic about Faang Yang's skills." I believe with Mr. Faang's strength, it's not a problem for him to get the title of Fist King. "    

    

"You are thinking of me as a money tree, right?" Faang Yang directly pointed out his little plan. "If I make money, I want to split it equally!"    

    

Boris readily agreed. "No problem! As long as Mr. Faang goes down, it will really become picking up money. I won't lose anything if I make money!"    

    

Faang Yang watched another round. "Do you have any requests?"    

    

Boris said, "It's very simple. You just need to go to the organizer to register and sign a waiver agreement. According to your opponent, pay a certain amount of deposit and then you can go up the stage."    

    

Faang Yang asked if he understood, "I am a contestant. Why do I need to pay the deposit?"    

    

Boris explained, "This is also for the sake of insurance. If you suddenly quit after the competition is arranged for you, then wouldn't the betting company lose a lot?    

    

Of course, you don't have to worry about the money being cheated. After you finish the competition smoothly, the money will be returned to me. Of course, the prerequisite is that you are still alive.    

    

There is another way, which is to bet on yourself to win. Then your deposit will be calculated in the form of a bet, which is very suitable for you."    

    

Faang Yang also wanted to exercise a little." It sounds quite tempting... Accompany me to take a look. I wonder if there are any stronger opponents. "    

    

Hearing that Faang Yang wanted to go down the stage, Boris became even more excited." Of course there are! There could be contestants of different levels to choose from here.    

    

As long as there are enough betting points to support the odds, no one can go against the money. It's said that there is a thirty-win Great Devil King here. I wonder if he will appear today."    

    

Soon, the two of them arrived at the Registration Centre. Faang Yang used a fake name of King Kong. The clerk didn't ask any more questions. After registering, he threw a name list to the clerk.    

    

"This is the list of challengers that can be sent out today. After this is the corresponding rating and deposit. Choose one and I will arrange it."    

    

Boris read the names one by one to Faang Yang. The last one was: "Great Devil King, 31 wins. Grade A deposit, 5 million!"    

    

Faang Yang felt a little surprised: "31 wins, rating is only grade A?"    

    

He could not be blamed for having such thoughts, because the mortality rate was too high. Not to mention maintaining undefeated thirty-one matches, it was already quite difficult to survive.    

    

Boris replied, "Yes, he needs to win at least fifty matches in a row before he can get an S rank. After 100 matches, he will be at SS rank! However, there are no S rank boxers here today. "    

    

Faang Yang thought for a while." Then arrange for this Great Devil King. He won 31 battles in a row, and there were exactly 32 battles here. It seems like even the heavens will bless me in this match."    

    

" Alright. " Boris said it directly to the clerk. The clerk was stunned. He raised his head and looked at Faang Yang carefully. He asked in English, "Are you sure you want to challenge Great Devil King?"    

    

Faang Yang replied, "Yes, is there a problem?"    

    

Out of responsibility and business, the clerk reminded, "You can think clearly. If you go on stage and sign a life and death certificate, there will be no turning back!    

    

By the way, let me give you an idea. None of the thirty-one opponents before Great Devil Five left the stage alive! "    

    

Faang Yang politely said, "Thank you for your good intentions. Please help me with the formalities. This is my card. Bet me directly on myself! "    

    

The clerk took a deep look at Faang Yang and did not say anything else. Rich, confident!    

    

But in the past, it seemed like this kind of people were not rare. Where were they now? It seemed like the grass of the graveyard was as tall as a person, right?    

    

The clerk lowered his head and quickly completed the procedures. "Your match is in the last match! When the time comes, there will be a notice. Please wait in the waiting room specially prepared for the contestants."    

    

Faang Yang and Boris took the contract, and a person specially brought them to a single room. Faang Yang looked around.    

    

"Real leather sofa, open field of vision, delicious drinks and food. I didn't expect the contestants to be treated so well. No matter what, I have to do it a few more times."    

    

Boris gave him a blow. "That's because the mortality rate in this line of work is too high. Everyone wants to live the last part of their lives happily."