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In a dimly lit room like a prison cell.

No. 4 held a glass bottle in his hand, with half of the light green liquid in it already drunk.

After taking a few breaths, he raised his head and drank the remaining liquid in one gulp.

The liquid must have been difficult to swallow, and after drinking it, his expression turned to one of pain.

Every muscle in his body was shaking.

However, he didn't shout.

Like a silent lone wolf, suffering in silence.

After about a minute, No. 4's body calmed down and he was breathing heavily.

Big beads of sweat slid down his dark skin.

"Can you still play the next game?" I seized the moment and whispered to him through the fence.

No. 4 raised his head and looked at me through his tangled hair with cold eyes.

When he saw my clothes, he just snorted disdainfully, without any desire to communicate.

"The next door has an injection." I continued.

No. 4's body moved slightly and he turned his head.

"inject?"

"So what?"

The voice was low and cold.

"You will lose the next game." I said seriously.

"What do you want to say?" No. 4 sat on a chair and looked at me coldly.

"I said, if you just participate in the next game stupidly, you will definitely lose!" I looked at him through the fence.

No. 4 found it funny: "You are just a dog and you want me to give up the game?"

"Do you think you can win the battle with the Immortal Boxing Champion on your own?"

"Who loses and who wins is just the arrangement of the field."

"In the last fight, there were many people who bought the immortal boxing title, so he lost."

"And in the next game, there will definitely be more people buying you to win."

"So, you will lose."

I said calmly.

"Do you still need to tell me these things?" No. 4 sneered, "Who here doesn't know?"

I asked again: "Then you already know that you will die, so why do you still fight?"

"What do you mean by this?" No. 4's eyes turned cold, "Even if I don't have the right to choose, you are just a dog like this, so what qualifications do you have to laugh at me?"

"No, I just want to know, why do you want to win so much? Even if you risk your life!"

"For what?" No. 4 looked at me with even more contempt.

"For money! To get ahead! To not be like a dog like you who only wag its tail at rich people!"

"Go away. When I win, it won't be too late for you to come back and beg for mercy from me."

He waved his hand impatiently.

"I can help you win."

"What did you say?" No. 4 paused and looked at me in disbelief, "Are you dreaming?"

"I'm serious!" I said seriously, "I have a way to help you win!"

"Are you sent by them?" No. 4 was very wary.

"I'm here to gamble. I bought you to win the next game." I smiled, "I bought you to win a lot in the last game."

"Haha, gambler!" No. 4 shook his head, "I advise you to give up when you are good. People here will not let you win two games in a row.

"In the second game, they will only make you lose more, including your life."

"How can you know the result if you don't try? Just like you, even though you know you will lose, you still risk your life." I smiled.

"I'm different from people like you." No. 4 said dismissively.

"I understand, you do it for dignity." I nodded.

No. 4 was stunned and looked at me in disbelief.

"A person like you also knows what dignity is?"

"It's not important. What's important is that now we have the same goal and we both want you to win. Don't tell me that you have to win by your own strength. This is not a fair game at all."

I paused and added.

"Or, it's not really a game at all."

No. 4 was silent.

"Weak people have no dignity."

"Only by becoming a winner can we break all injustice."

"Fair rules only belong to real games."

I continued to lobby.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Do you have a choice?"

The time was almost up, and the sound of girl No. 7 coughing could be heard outside the corridor.

"If you still want to win, take this pill at the last moment of the game."

I threw a chicken blood pill into the room and left in a hurry.

Back on the field.

"Brother, did you have fun? Is No. 7 to your taste?" The middle-aged man greeted him enthusiastically.

"Not bad." I nodded lightly and sat down. I had already taken the suitcase out of the Qiankun bag and held it in my arms.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I can't tell that big brother, you are so young, but you are so good at this. When we win, we can find a better one."

The middle-aged man smiled and rubbed my shoulders and back like a servant, flattering me as much as possible.

I feel sad for him.

when!

The bell rang again.

"Friends, the last game tonight is about to begin!"

"I have a hunch that this will be the most exciting game ever!"

"Because the boxers in this match are all very special!"

During the host's impassioned introduction, No. 4 came on stage with another strong man.

"First of all, it's our new king who just defeated the Immortal Boxing King, No. 4!"

Few people in the audience cheered.

No. 4 had just caused them to lose money, and almost all of them looked gloomy.

"No. 4 can defeat the Immortal Boxing King. Is it because of his superior strength or because the Immortal Boxing King is old?"

"The one who can verify this result is his latest opponent, No. 1!"

No. 1 is also naked from the waist up.

There is a long scar diagonally across the strong chest, forming an ugly "1".

He has a short head and a stern face.

The muscles of a pair of arms are extremely developed.

The audience's response was equally muted.

For a new boxer, no one understands his strength, so naturally no one will support him.

But the host didn't care.

"No. 1 is a pure rookie and this is his first game."

"Will he die under the fist of the new king, or will he become the next dark horse to be upset?"

"let us wait and see--"

Fierce music sounded.

Spectators began placing bets.

Choosing No. 4 or No. 1 has become a difficult question.

The crowd was hesitant and lacked the excitement of the previous game.

"It's impossible to have two upsets in a row!"

"I bet on number 4!"

"Made! I choose No. 1! Give it a try and the bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!"

"No. 4 can even defeat the Immortal Boxing Champion. How can a newcomer with no experience defeat him? Isn't the chance of this a little small?"

“No. 4 is in the spotlight, it’s definitely a good idea to buy now!”

After intense discussion and tangle.

The audience finally placed their bets one after another.

Naturally, more people buy size 4.

The odds of No. 1 are not as great as before.

I don't know how many of the audience are supporters of the stadium.

But everything is leading everyone to bet on No. 4.

"Brother, what number should we buy?" the middle-aged man asked, rubbing his hands excitedly.

"No 4."

I stood up and opened my suitcase to the staff.

"All in!"