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"Dude, why did you buy No. 4?"

"No. 4 is obviously going to lose!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, listen to others and eat enough! When you lose money, don't blame me for not reminding you."

The middle-aged man clicked his tongue and felt very sorry.

"It's okay, brother, I'm just buying for fun. I don't have much money. It doesn't matter if I lose." I smiled.

"Ha! When I first came here, I was just like you." The middle-aged man laughed, "As long as you have tasted the feeling of winning, you won't think so."

"Win?" I looked at him and then at the excited crowd.

Everyone here wants to win.

But the game is destined to be won and lost.

when!

A bell rings.

Betting is over and the game begins.

"No. 9! No. 9!"

"Immortal Boxing Champion!"

"Die No. 4!"

"kill him!"

"Hit, hit, hit!"

The audience became even more excited, raising their fists one by one and shouting excitedly.

In the iron cage.

No. 9 and No. 4 slowly walked toward the center from both sides.

The floor was still stained with blood from the previous game.

The dirty air was mixed with the smell of blood.

No. 9 had a cold and contemptuous smile on his fleshy face.

He twisted his neck, stretched his muscles, raised his big, thick hand, and hooked his fingers at No. 4.

No. 4's face was expressionless, but his eyes hidden under his messy hair flashed with a cold light.

His body arched and his bandaged hands clenched into fists.

The calves are tight and the strength is building up.

Whoosh!

The figure flashed.

No. 4 has already rushed in front of No. 9.

As fast as a cheetah.

A punch was thrown out suddenly, directly attacking the fleshy neck.

Good guy.

It's a killer move right from the start.

Number 4 is a vicious character.

The audience fell silent, wide-eyed in surprise, and stared at this scene intently.

No. 9 takes his time.

Without any intention of dodging, he waved his hand.

The thick palm blocked No. 4’s fist.

"Ah."

He chuckled lightly, grabbed No. 4's fist with his fingers, then grabbed his hand and bent it back hard.

This time, if it were an ordinary person, his arm would have been broken.

No. 4 responded quickly.

The body then bent, and at the same time, the legs came out like whips, and kicked No. 9's arm with a bang.

Number 9's instinct is to let go.

No. 4 broke away from the control, rolled on the spot, distanced himself from No. 9, and then quickly stood up.

No. 9 waved his hand contemptuously. No. 4's kick just now obviously did not cause any harm to him.

"Hahaha! It really doesn't work!"

"This kind of showmanship is not enough in front of the immortal boxing champion!"

"I hope he doesn't die so soon, otherwise it would be too boring to win."

The audience burst into boos again.

"beat!"

"kill him!"

Despite the boos, No. 4 seemed unaffected.

He attacked again, constantly testing No. 9.

No. 9 can always interrupt his offense easily.

He was like a provocative clown, performing an extremely clumsy performance.

"kill him!"

"No. 9, why don't you take action yet?"

"Is the boxing champion still afraid of trash?"

"Kill him quickly!"

The audience became more and more excited, and cigarette butts and trash continued to hit the stage.

"Is the show enough?"

"Now, it's my turn to take action."

No. 9's expression finally changed a little, and his casserole-sized fists made a clattering sound.

No. 4 gasped, moved his fingers, and clenched his fists again.

"Ho!"

A loud shout.

No. 9's thick legs stepped on the ground, like a small tank, rushing towards No. 4.

No. 4’s relatively thin body seemed vulnerable.

Bang!

The entire huge iron cage was shaking.

No. 4 nimbly avoided the impact.

No. 9 hit the iron cage.

"Hahaha! Don't hide if you can!"

"Look at him, does he look like a wild dog running for his life?"

"beat!"

"Hit me hard!"

Number 9 is not agitated.

With the restraints of the iron cage, No. 4 cannot escape forever.

Taking heavy steps, No. 9 struck again.

Two laps of the chase.

No. 4 was forced into the corner of the cage and forced to fight.

A fist as big as a casserole struck hard on the top of his head.

The audience fell silent, held their breath, and widened their eyes in excitement and anticipation.

Bang!

No. 4 is short.

The fist hit the iron cage again.

The cage trembled.

Like a flexible snake, No. 4 snaked around No. 9's armpits at an incredible speed, and punched No. 9 in the back of the neck with his backhand.

No. 9 staggered slightly, his body like a hill lying on the cage.

The cage shook again.

The audience was stunned for a moment and then exploded with anger.

"mean!"

"What's this called boxing? If you don't know how to fight, you'll die!"

"Are you out of control on the 9th? Can't you even hit a piece of trash?"

"The Immortal Boxing King should be renamed the Wimpy Boxing King!"

The shouts were deafening.

"Haha, ignorant?" The middle-aged man next to me smiled contemptuously and said very calmly, "No. 9 hasn't shown his true skills yet."

"How can we warm up the place if we don't play with the cannon fodder first?"

I smiled with interest and said, "It seems that I understand very well."

"Of course, I'm a regular visitor here." The middle-aged man smiled proudly, "The person I like has never lost!"

"What a pity, brother, you didn't listen to my tips and missed an opportunity to make a fortune."

"But I think No. 4 is good." I smiled.

Number 4 is more like a wolf.

There is the ferocity of a beast and the cunning of a wolf.

When the war situation is not good for you, you know how to be patient and protect your strength.

When the opportunity comes, don't hesitate to take action.

Decisive, fierce and cunning.

How can a character with these three qualities be defeated so easily?

"Brother, don't think it's easy to win with an upset, it's a small probability event." The middle-aged man exhaled a puff of smoke.

"How do you know if you don't try? If I bet correctly, I will win a lot. I think I lose ten for one."

"Can No. 4 beat the immortal boxing champion? Hahaha, brother, you are too naive!" The middle-aged man laughed.

"If it's someone else, of course we can't rule out this possibility! How do you think the title Immortal Boxing Champion came about?"

"That means you can't be killed no matter what!"

"I've been playing for so long and never lost! I won a lot of money from him!"

I shook my head and said: "There is no absolute in anything. The moon is full when it is full. When a person reaches the peak, it is also when he loses."

"Brother, don't believe this evil, how about we make a bet?"

"What bet?"

The middle-aged man looked around the entire place and his eyes fell on the hot bikini girl.

"Let's do this, let's bet money, and whoever loses, how about asking the winner to play in a bikini?"

"Okay." I agreed readily.

Winning or losing is not important to me. My goal is to find the owner of this floor as soon as possible.

The middle-aged man is a microcosm of the audience.

Bikini girls are the epitome of working people.

And No. 4 is the epitome of a boxer.

Through them I should be able to get a clue.