As a soldier king, I met the national goddess

"Okay, okay, I'm really scared of you.

Zhou Zihao shook his head helplessly, got up and walked towards the door of the private room.

Wang Teng took two quick steps to the door first, and respectfully opened the door for Zhou Zihao.

The moment the door opened, Zhou Shuoyi looked at Zhou Zihao for the first time.

Seeing that it was safe and sound, he retreated sideways.

At the same time as Zhou Shuoyi's gaze, there was also a heat wave in the air and a resounding shout.

In front of the door of the private room is a large terrace of several tens of square meters.

A fence is set up around the edge.

Below the fence is a boxing ring, surrounded by stands that can accommodate thousands of people at the same time.

At this time, the stands were already crowded with crazy spectators and gamblers.

They waved their fists unbridledly, cheering on their favorite fighters.

Surrounded by their respective coaches and assistants, the two fighters walked out of the north and south corridors.

The two fighters, one of whom is European and American, are nearly 1.9 meters tall, with beautiful muscles that shimmer under the reflection of the lights, like Captain America.

The other is a South Asian, with a thin build, about 1.7 meters tall.

Although it is also a muscular body, it is obviously not as big as the visual impact of the opponent, and the complexion is dark, which gives people a feeling of malnutrition compared to the opponent.

Across the ring, the two looked at each other from afar.

The Europeans and Americans craned their necks, their eyes full of contempt, and put their hands on the pergola and made a gesture of looking around, as if looking for their opponents.

The South Asians had no expression from beginning to end, just those gloomy eyes, and their gaze became sharper and sharper.

After the two came to the stage, they sat in opposite corners, and the coach's advice kept ringing in their ears.

Although they haven't started fighting yet, the eyes of the two have already fought in the air.

As the time for the game approached, the shouts from the audience became more and more enthusiastic.

"How's it going?

Zhou Zihao propped his left hand on the railing, took the wine glass brought by the waiter with his right hand, and said with a smile.

Wang Teng stood beside him with his hands in his pockets, his delicate face did not change expression, and after scanning back and forth on the two players in the field for a while, he asked rhetorically:

"How much did Zhou Shao buy?" "

Not much, 10 million, play."

"With this amount of money, I don't feel distressed if Zhou Shao loses.

Wang Teng withdrew his gaze from the two fighters and looked at Zhou Zihao.

"Oh, you don't like foreign devils, why?" Zhou Zihao asked in surprise with his right hand holding the wine glass.

"In a boxing match between two people, one of them must not be favored, why can't it be a foreign devil?"

Wang Teng's indifferent performance made Zhou Zihao start to feel unconfident.

But he still didn't want to believe Wang Teng's judgment, and he had done research on the information of the two fighters before the game.

Whether it is their own strength or their past records, foreign devils are much more brilliant than South Asians.

"In the underground boxing match, the foreign devil has won fifty fights in a row, and this South Asian has only just debuted for two years, although he has not heard of defeat, but after all, he is still inexperienced, and there is a huge difference in height and weight, no matter how you look at it, there will be no chance of winning.

Zhou Zihao told the information he had collected, as if he was talking to Wang Teng on the surface, but it was more like giving himself confidence.

"Data is dead, people are alive.

Wang Teng took a glass of wine, touched the wine glass in Zhou Zihao's hand, and took a sip of it.

Seeing that Wang Teng was so confident, Zhou Zihao suddenly smiled, raised his glass and said

, "Okay, then I'll wait and see."

"We'll see.

Wang Teng raised his glass again.

With the sound of a gong, the boxing match officially began.

Two fighters, one tall and one short, walked to the center of the stage at the same time.

The two were dressed in shorts of different colors, shirtless, and without fist gloves.

The Westerner clearly had no intention of testing the strength of his opponent, and as soon as he got on the field, he went straight for the South Asian.

The South Asian raised his fists to protect his head, his fierce eyes stared at the Westerner through the gap, and the muscles of his whole body were tense, waiting for the battle.

Seeing that South Asians behaved so 'unbearably' in the face of themselves, the contempt in the eyes of Westerners was even worse.

The audience in the audience also exploded a long time ago when they saw this.

Whether it's betting on South Asians to win, or betting on South Asians to lose.

At this time, all the united front, and the curses were higher and higher.

As for the interference from the outside world, South Asians don't say that they basically can't understand it, and even if they can understand it, they won't care.

If you don't have this psychological quality, don't come out and mix up.

"The person you like is very cowardly.

Zhou Zihao still didn't forget to tease Wang Teng at this time.

Wang Teng just smiled, did not pick up, and kept his eyes focused on the boxing ring.

It was boring, Zhou Zihao didn't mind, and then focused on the ring.

Stage.

The Westerner has swaggered over to the South Asian, and raising his leg is a side kick.

Due to the height difference, this kick went straight to the neck of the South Asian.

The speed of this kick was extremely fast, and the South Asian was not slow to react, and his hands moved sideways, which was able to block this powerful and heavy kick.

As if they were ill-prepared, or underestimated the strength of the Westerners, the South Asians were kicked to a stumbling side.

Quickly adjusted his footsteps, and only then did he barely stabilize his body and not fall on the spot.

There was a huge sound of taunting and cursing from the audience.

"I'm Nima

!!Garbage thing!!"Kill this stupid thing!!Pit Lao Tzu for 5,000 yuan!!" "

Fuck!fuck!!fuck!! Many

excited gamblers have already crumpled the tickets in their hands and threw them into the ring.

Without exception, they all bought South Asians to win.

The reason why they bought the South Asian to win was naturally because they liked his super high odds.

What if this is going to win?

The bicycle immediately becomes a motorcycle.

However, high returns naturally come with high risks.

At this time, in addition to the resentment against the South Asians, their hearts are endless regrets.

I regret why I am so greedy, I obviously have a winning game in front of me, but I have to gamble on that ethereal hope.

"You're kind of blind.

Zhou Zihao's heart was completely settled, and he patted Wang Teng's shoulder with great relief.

"As the old saying goes, there is hope when people are alive, isn't it?"

Wang Teng turned his head to look at Zhou Zihao, who did not see the expression he wanted to see on his face.

This disappointed him a little, but he was not in a hurry, he believed, and soon he would be able to see it.

Stage.

The kick worked, and the confidence of the Westerners was bursting, and he, who originally planned to fight quickly, also changed his mind at this time.

He decided to take his time and play with the little little bit in front of him.

Little by little, he was going to torture this black and thin boy.

Let him regret being his opponent.

Regretting being an underground boxer.

I regret why I didn't study well when I was young

!"Hahaha, let's die, poor worm!!"

The Westerner roared wildly, swinging his fist at the South Asian.