Reborn as a fake daughter, Master Jiu’s doting on his wife amazes the whole city

night.

Xiang Xuan changed into men's clothing, wearing a black mask, and her long hair was hidden in a peaked cap.

Even though she is dressed in loose black, she still looks slim.

On the way to the Flag Arena, Boss Zhao looked at Xiang Xuan in the passenger seat again and again, and said worriedly: "Sister, are you sure this is okay?"

"There will be no problem. What they are interested in is whether the thug can fight. It has nothing to do with his identity."

"Brother is worried about you."

Xiang Xuan raised his eyebrows, his cold eyes softened slightly, "I can't die."

"If such a pretty face is ruined, I will blame myself." Boss Zhao sighed.

"No." Xiang Xuan answered lightly, as if he had no emotion, but inexplicably gave Boss Zhao a very confident feeling.

In this way, they arrived at the Flag Arena.

Huicheng is also a first-tier city, but it is located far away from the imperial capital. It also has its own wealthy circle, including those shady underground trading venues.

Flag Douchang is definitely the leader of Huicheng's underground trading venues.

Known for its black boxing, more people choose to come here with money from unknown sources to carry out a big shuffle.

Xiang Xuan only cares about money and the boss behind Flag Arena.

An unlit dark street came to an end, and then passed through an old iron door. Boss Zhao took the door card and swiped it next to the elevator. The elevator began to descend, and soon stopped between minus 3 and minus 4.

The moment the elevator door opened, a roar like a sea wave came from inside.

And the smell of a jumbled mess.

Boss Zhao showed the key card to the staff, and was led aside by the other party.

When Boss Zhao looked at the burly man on the ring whose face was covered with blood and whose appearance was almost unclear, his scalp tightened and he couldn't help but tilted his head and said to Xiang Xuan: "Sister, are you afraid? We still have time to turn around. Opportunity."

"Once you get in here, you have no chance of getting out."

"..."

The staff took them backstage.

When the person in charge arrived, Boss Zhao greeted him with a smile, shook hands and said, "Mr. Mao, we are here."

The man known as Mr. Mao was wide and fat, especially with the gold chain as thick as his finger hanging around his neck. He looked like a nouveau riche.

Mr. Mao looked Xiang Xuan up and down and said, "It's really just like the photo. He's so skinny. Brother, are you sure your brother is good at fighting?"

Boss Zhao was not confident in his heart, but he pretended to be lively. He pointed his thumb at Xiang Xuan and said, "Mr. Mao, how can I lie about this? My brother is really good at fighting. After he gets on the ring later, let him Let her show you off."

"Then I'll start with my ugly words. Before entering the ring, you need to sign a life and death certificate. Life or death has nothing to do with our flag arena."

"We understand these rules."

"Okay, just wait."

Mr. Mao waved his hand and asked his assistant to make arrangements. Before leaving, he waved his right hand holding the cigar, "Good luck, little brother."

Simultaneously.

In the VIP room of the Flag Arena, Huo Yanzhou and others were sitting on the sofa. The entire front was made of glass. Viewed from one side, people outside could not see the inside at all.

But here is the best view of the entire arena.

Jiang Qiqiang was forced to come here to watch the fight tonight.

Su Youchen ate snacks and looked at the brutal scene below with disgust, "I don't know why you like to see this, are you a pervert?"

Jiang Qi turned around and countered him: "A big old man can't even look at this. You're not a man, are you?"

"Who do you think is not a man?"

"Talking to you."

"Jiang Qi!"

"No matter how big or small you are, call me second brother."

"cut."

Seeing the two fighting again, Shen Qiuting was not surprised, glanced at them, and continued to look at the ring calmly. "I heard that a very special thug will appear tonight. You should know it best."

Huo Yanzhou came here for that thug.

"Ah."

"Will anyone be killed?" he asked.

"Before taking the stage, you have to sign a life and death certificate. No one forces you to do so."

"That's really curious. Who can be so desperate to come here to play exciting games." Shen Qiuting drank up the wine with full expectation, looked back, sighed like an old man, and continued Look at the arena.

There are not many requirements for a fighter to enter the ring.

But everyone is used to seeing thugs showing off their strong upper body muscles and the feeling of gushing blood.

When I saw someone wearing a white T-shirt with a slim figure, I was not shocked, but bursting into laughter.

The jeers below sounded one after another.

"Where did you find this little brat? His hair hasn't even grown yet, and he came here to risk his life."

"Look at the thin skin and tender flesh. He was probably beaten to death within two punches."

"It goes without saying that the black bear can't be killed even if it's life-threatening. I've beaten him countless times and it's always a sure profit."

"Then we will definitely win tonight's money."

Then the audience went crazy and started betting on the black bear.

Black Bear looked Xiang Xuan up and down provocatively, showing an arrogant and proud look, "Hey little brat, if you admit your mistake now, I don't have to hit you, but you have to kowtow to me and say I lost."

He spoke very arrogantly, and the people below started shouting.

"Admit defeat, admit defeat, admit defeat."

Boss Zhao, who was standing on one side of the ring, sweated for Xiang Xuan when he saw this posture.

If everyone knew that she was still a girl, the laughter would probably be even greater.

He was not superstitious, but at this moment, he still asked Xiang Xuan and all the gods for instructions.

Don't die.

There was a ding.

Game start.

Black Fist has a burly figure, punches at an astonishingly fast speed, and his force is like blowing away clouds and mist, and he swings forward with great momentum.

Boss Zhao subconsciously covered his face and did not dare to look.

The shouts and laughter around him suddenly turned into shock, and those voices wanted to blow up the roof.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

"How did she do it!"

"Damn, my money!"

Boss Zhao forced himself to open his eyes and saw that Xiang Xuan's punches were so cruel and brutal that he had already knocked out two of the black bear's front teeth. He excitedly clenched his fists and stood up shouting: "Ah ah ah, my brother, then It’s my brother. Did you see it? My brother is not very powerful. Is he very powerful? Brother, come on, come on!"

In the arena, Xiang Xuan had already observed Black Bear's weakness, and quickly captured his weakness with agility, and then pursued the victory.

In just two strokes, the black bear fell to the ground, unable to get up.

This was a devastating blow to the audience.

How could such a skinny little kid defeat an enduring thug so easily?

Is this horse a dark horse?

In the VIP room, even Jiang Qi and Su Youchen were attracted by the fighting scene below.

Su Youchen was shocked: "How did this young man do it?"

Jiang Qi's eyes lit up: "She is a good seedling, Lao Jiu. If she can be bought and trained into a special thug, it will definitely be useful."

Huo Yanzhou's deep gaze was fixed on the ring.

His eyes couldn't help but squint.

Why does it look so familiar?