One person controls one prison. After entering the world, I am invincible.

After Cui Wancheng was released by Ye Xiao, he hurriedly ordered his men to take him down for treatment.

Anyway, he didn't want to get close to Ye Xiao anymore.

As for what Ye Xiao's fate would be, Cui Wancheng was too lazy to guess. He only knew one thing, that no Dragon countryman who provoked Shura in South Korea would have a good end.

Shura would certainly make Ye Xiao die without a burial place.

After about two or three minutes, the fight on the ring was decided, and one boxer died.

Suddenly, there was a more intense noise in the arena. Some laughed loudly for winning the bet, while others were so angry that they stomped their feet and cursed. As for the boxer whose neck was twisted, no one cared.

Like a dead cat or dog, it was dragged away casually by the thugs of the messenger of hell, and then thrown into a room that specializes in handling corpses.

At this time, the manager of the boxing ring, a middle-aged man with a mustache and a white suit, walked to the center of the ring.

The audience who saw this scene couldn't help but be surprised. Most of the people who could come here to watch the boxing match were well-known figures in South Korea, so they naturally recognized the manager.

Did something happen? Otherwise, why did the manager show up in person?

"Everyone, I just received a message that the next match originally scheduled will be postponed. Now arrange another boxing match."

The manager looked around at everyone with a smile.

In fact, he was also very puzzled when he received the notice from Shura at the beginning. Even if they wanted to teach that blind Dragon countryman a lesson, there was no need to use this method!

Even if the Dragon countryman had some kung fu, the worst case scenario was to send a few more people. Why interrupt the original boxing match? This is very offensive.

The audience in the boxing ring all came for the scheduled fight. Who would be interested in watching an unknown Dragon countryman fight a boxer?

As expected by the manager, as soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted with a barrage of curses.

"What the hell are you doing? You are wasting my time, you know?"

"Fuck, I think your boxing ring doesn't want to open, right? Believe it or not, I can have someone close this place with just one phone call."

"My dear horse, return the money!"

......

The manager secretly exhaled, "Everyone, the next boxing match is still exciting, and it will be played by Quan Mingzhe, and whether you place a bet or not, we will provide 5 million South Korean currency chips."

Until the manager said this, the audience's curses dissipated.

"Kwon Myung-chul? Isn't that the boxing champion of the Hell Messenger? He has fought 98 times and never lost a single match."

"If it's Kwon Myung-chul, I can barely accept it and just watch it! Anyway, there are free chips to be taken."

"I just don't know which ignorant guy dares to challenge Kwon Myung-chul. Isn't he tired of living?"

"Yeah! Could it be that the Hell Angel wants to promote a newcomer and deliberately uses Kwon Myung-chul to hype him up?"

There were endless discussions in the audience.

At this time, the manager nodded to his subordinates beside him, indicating that the latter could arrange for someone to go on the stage.

After doing all this, the manager walked off the stage bored. He could roughly predict what would happen on the stage.

It must be that the boy from Dragon Country died.

He only needed to send someone to get rid of the other Dragon Country man, and the task assigned by Shura would be successfully completed.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel that Shura thought too highly of the two Dragon people and even sent 50 more thugs. Was it necessary?

He was very confident that he could completely deal with Ye Xiao and Li Changgong before the reinforcements came.

A few minutes later, Ye Xiao slowly walked to the ring.

When the audience saw Ye Xiao appear, they couldn't help but sigh.

"This kid? He's so delicate, I'm afraid Quan Mingzhe can crush him to death with just one finger!"

"Yeah! I really don't know where this kid got the courage to stand on the ring and fight Quan Mingzhe. I bet 10 million South Korean dollars that he can't last more than three seconds."

"Three seconds, haha, you think too highly of this guy!"

"I think he will be defeated by Quan Mingzhe in one second at most."

"What is the Hell Messenger doing? Is it necessary to stir up such a boxer? If Quan Mingzhe can't even kill this kind of pretty boy in seconds, I think he is as good as Dong Dayang."

No one at the scene is optimistic about Ye Xiao. It's really that Ye Xiao's current image is too confusing.

He has no muscles, and his exposed skin is all white and clean. Anyone who doesn't know Ye Xiao will not think that he may be the champion of the black boxing ring when they see him for the first time.

Ye Xiao turned a deaf ear to the ridicule of the audience, and just stood quietly on the ring, staring forward without moving, like an old monk in meditation.

Quan Mingzhe, the boxing champion created by the messenger of hell, appeared two minutes after Ye Xiao.

As the killer of the boxing ring, it is usually not easily revealed. Only when there are equally popular boxers coming to kick the ring will the manager send it out.

When he learned about Ye Xiao's origin, Quan Mingzhe naturally disdained Ye Xiao very much, so there was no question of being on time.

Ye Xiao opened his eyes and glanced at this opponent. He had a hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and was about 1.9 meters tall. His muscles were all knotted up, like iron lumps.

But his realm was only the initial stage of seeing the gods.

This person was the only warrior in the boxing ring who had seen the gods in the initial stage that Ye Xiao sensed outside the hotel.

"Quan Mingzhe, I've bet 30 million on you to kill that guy in one second. If you can't do it, I have plenty of ways to make sure you never get on the ring again."

A second-generation playboy shouted arrogantly.

"I've also bet 30 million. Quan Mingzhe, if you dare to let me win and make me unhappy, I'll spend another 30 million to find someone to kill you."

The playboys in the audience shouted.

The boxing ring let them watch such a fight without any suspense, which was simply treating them like idiots. How could these playboys bear it?

"One second?"

Quan Mingzhe wrapped the white cloth on his wrist and grinned coldly.

"If there is a high-definition camera, these second-generations will find that I don't even need one second!"

Quan Mingzhe thought so and stood opposite Ye Xiao as if nothing had happened.

However, his head was slightly tilted up, and he had no intention of looking directly at Ye Xiao.

There was no need for him to look at a person who was destined to become a corpse soon.

"Ready, go!"

With the host's order, Quan Mingzhe's right heel suddenly shook the ground and shot out.

It was like a high-precision guided missile, piercing Ye Xiao.

Quan Mingzhe's feet seemed to be stepping on a wind and fire wheel. With just one step, he crossed a distance of three or four meters. He swung his arm, and the fist that could smash the hard marble was instantly clenched and smashed towards Ye Xiao's head.

At this moment, a bloodthirsty sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Bye, Dragon Countryman!"