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"Brother Xiao Yi, why didn't that person fight back after being beaten so badly? If you can't beat him, just admit defeat. Why do you have to stand up bravely? If you keep beating him, something will happen."

Windsor didn't understand the rules here, and asked puzzledly.

"Because the person who is beaten has to make money and survive the agreed round, otherwise he won't get any money after being beaten. This is the cruel reality..."

Xiao Yi was a little emotional, but he didn't want to feel sorry for people like thin young people. There are many ways to make money, and there's no need to choose such a way to spoil yourself.

"Quack, little skinny monkey, how does Lao Tzu's iron fist taste? Is it going to make you piss? Bah! You are not qualified to live in this world! Now is the second round. We agreed on four rounds, and if you don’t make it to the end, you won’t even get a penny, and a piece of rubbish like you should only be used as a punching bag by me!”

The fat man was very arrogant, he kept cursing and ridiculing, and he didn't treat the thin man as a human being at all.

But none of the onlookers made a sound of pity. They all booed and cheered, and even knocked on beer bottles and shouted: "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

"Brother Xiao Yi, why is that fat man so bad, and his speech is so unqualified, I really want to find someone to teach him a lesson, and beat him so badly!" Windsor said angrily.

"Yes, as long as you are willing to spend money, there are people who are willing to beat him up for you!" Xiao Yi replied naturally.

"Really? Then I'll spend money to beat him until he can't take care of himself. How dare he be so arrogant in the future!" Windsor said angrily, waving her small fists.

"It's easy, Ning Yan, go and help our patron make arrangements, pay the highest price in the game, buy the most powerful player, and knock out this fat man's yellow teeth and legs."

In fact, Xiao Yi was also angry at this fat man. This kind of person seemed to be rich and heartless, and the poor were not considered as straw bags. Even if Windsor didn't mention it, he would find a way to deal with this guy.

Han Ningyan smiled knowingly, and dragged Windsor to the counter to go through the formalities, and there was a response soon. It seems that the power of money is indeed great.

The thin young man on the ring is still persevering, and has reached the end of the third round. As long as he persists for another two or three minutes, he can reach the fourth round smoothly. Even if he falls down and has no strength to stand up, it can be considered a success, and he can win to the bounty.

But the big fat guy didn't seem to have any intention of letting the young man survive to the end. Every time he made a move, he was ruthless and evil, and he specifically punched the thin and weak young man's injured weakness.

In the end, he directly strangled the thin young man's neck with one arm to make him unable to move, and then kept hitting the young man's eye socket violently with the other fist, and kept cursing in his mouth.

"Little trash, it's not that easy to earn money from me. Even if I exchange money for food to feed dogs, I won't give it to you, a lowly poor ghost. Quack, do you feel hopeless? Trash like you You should stay in the trash can, don't even think about turning over for the rest of your life, you'll never get ahead, hahahaha..."

In the last 3 minutes, the fat and strong man kept beating the head of the thin young man crazily, until the young man gradually lost consciousness and threw him on the ground like mud in the last few seconds.

The thin young man has passed out, and it is impossible to get up again, that is to say, he still has not survived the last few seconds. The poison is planned to be in vain. The basic participation fee given by the boxing gym is not even enough for medical expenses .

"The person who was beaten is really miserable, can we help him?" Windsor asked in a low voice, tugging on Xiao Yi's sleeve.

Xiao Yi smiled gratifiedly, this wayward princess is still very kind-hearted.

Before Xiao Yi could speak, Han Ningyan spoke first.

"Yes, I can communicate with the staff of the boxing gym, donate a sum of money to him anonymously, and say that he survived the last few seconds and got the bonus, so as not to discourage his confidence and self-esteem. In this way People who participate in this kind of black boxing game must have a last resort, maybe their family members are sick, maybe they are waiting for money to save their lives, in short, please help if you can.”

Xiao Yi shook his head and said nothing, these two eldest ladies came here to show mercy and do charity, they are really unique.

The big man on the stage raised his hands above his head and kept shouting to the crowd, showing his majesty.

The staff stepped forward and whispered a few words to him, announcing the added game.

"There is a mysterious gold master who spent a lot of money to buy the next match. 'Satan', who won the gold belt of the boxing gym, will appear on the stage to face today's lucky man, Mr. 'Great Rich'!"

I didn't expect this fat man to give himself such a vulgar nickname. It may be that the more he lacks, the more he wants to show people. Judging from this nickname, this hateful guy is not very rich.

"Whether our lucky Mr. 'Big Rich' wins or loses in this game, as long as he can survive until the second round, he will be able to get a reward of 500 million from the mysterious benefactor. Let us congratulate in advance for having the honor to be with Mr. Satan Mister 'Big Rich' who tricked me!"

There was thunderous applause and whistles from the audience, but they were not happy for the dead fat man, but they were finally able to appreciate the battle of 'Satan'.

Since Satan participated in the competition in the underground boxing gym, he has never lost a single defeat, and he ruthlessly trampled his opponent under his feet with a crushing posture.

Many people come to the boxing gym to witness Satan's demeanor, but Satan's appearance fee is very high, and no one is willing to challenge him. Although the bounty is high, no one wants to provoke him, because the end will be miserable .

But everyone is very confident that 'Ju Rich' can survive two rounds. Judging from his weight and fat belly, his fighting ability should be able to survive.

And each round is only 5 minutes. In these 10 minutes, the "big rich" can't be beaten passively like the players who want to be beaten to make money. He can counterattack and escape. As long as he lasts for 10 minutes, he can Even he himself felt that the money was too easy to earn when he got 500 million in cash, so he didn't refuse it.

Soon there was applause and shouts, and 'Satan' appeared on the stage, wearing a red cloak and a golden belt that belonged to his status symbol, shaking his body, and entered the boxing ring.

The cloak was taken off, revealing a muscular middle-aged man with a height of more than 1.9 meters.

"Master Satan, I admire you very much. It is my honor to stand in the same ring with you today. This ring competition is purely for entertainment. I have no intention of fighting with you at all. Sand sculpture gold master, just want to spend money to watch us compete."

'Great Money' started to flatter him when he came up, because he knew that he was not Satan's opponent at all, and in order to save a few punches, he flattered him before the match started.

"But my task is to beat you to death, and beat you to pieces!"

Satan's voice was cold, and he had a strong aura that could kill people invisible. One sentence almost scared the 'big rich' into the urine.

"Master Satan, don't make such a joke. I just want to stay under your hands for a few minutes and earn the 500 million bounty, but I don't want to fight you hard. You can't treat me like this, it's a big deal I'm quitting."

Fatty himself didn't want to make money by playing with him, but today, it's a rare thing that he can easily earn 10 million in 500 minutes, so he agreed as soon as he got excited. Spent 500 million to buy Satan to kill him!
The fat fat man knew that he had been tricked by others and wanted to withdraw, but it was too late. The gong sounded, and the cup match began.

Satan grinned, the fat man trembled all over, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously...

The current inner activities of 'Big Rich' are like the lyrics of a song:
"I really want to escape, but I can't escape..."