The City of Terror

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Undoubtedly, at the age of 27, his physical strength has reached its peak. After more than ten years of boxing career, his experience has reached its peak.

Don't underestimate this 78 wins and 31 losses.

There may be many people who think that 31 is enough to prove that their strength is low, but this is black boxing!

The loser is a black boxing match that is not dead or hurt!

It is not something that ordinary people can do if they can save their own lives in the case of 31 failures.

This is enough to prove that the card hole is extremely savvy, otherwise, even if there are ten lives, it is not enough to squander in the black boxing field.

In addition, he is good at leg skills, and then with the nickname Flying Devil, this card hole may like to use the flying knee to solve the opponent?

Wei Xiaobei walked slowly on the corridor covered with red carpet, but his mind was full of thoughts.

"Dry him chrysanthemum!

"Twist his neck!"

"Kill him!"

......

At the end of the corridor are two thick curtains, but the curtains still can't stop the screams of screaming.

"This is Black Babe against White Overlord, an African American and a Belarusian. The end is you."

Seeing Wei Xiaobei’s attempt to look through the curtains, the young man introduced.

"what!"

Finally, a very penetrating scream screamed through the cheers and penetrated the curtain into the ear.

Wei Xiaobei's eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly. He could clearly hear the continuous fractures after the screams.

There is no doubt that the winner has suffered a brutal torture of the loser.

Although the blood of Wei Xiaobei's hand has been stained a lot, he has not touched his own blood.

This made Wei Xiaobei's heart slightly nervous, not worried that he was defeated, but was uncertain about certain things. He was somewhat worried about whether he would become so cruel and ruthless in the future.

Soon, the curtains were uncovered, and a few young people carried a black body with a body twist and swiftly rushed over.

Wei Xiaobei stepped back slightly and let the road out.

The young man is somewhat silent. For him, although he has seen a lot of black boxing games, every time he sees such a tragic scene, he has some cramps in his heart.

The blood dripping on the red carpet quickly dipped in and disappeared, as the morning dew encountered the sun.

"Dear gentlemen! Beautiful ladies! After a fierce battle, the great Whitemaster won the victory, let us send the king with warm applause!"

The voice of the host immediately rang, causing the audience to set off a wave.

Next is a break, those spectators, the WC on the WC, the water to drink.

But the name of the next boxer has already been announced, in order to facilitate those viewers to bet ahead.

Thai boxer flying devil VS Chinese boxer Tieshan rely.

Well, Tieshan relies on this nickname to be taken by Wei Xiaobei himself, nothing more than taking the mighty power of Tieshan.

Well, one is the devil of the sky, the other is the mountain made of iron. The two do not know what will happen.

After fifteen minutes, the host's high voice rang again: "Dear sir, beautiful lady, the eighth unrestricted fighting game is about to begin, friends who haven't bet yet, please hurry up..... ."

Then there is a long sensational agitation. In short, if the amount of bet does not reach a certain level, then the host will not stop his saliva spray!

Fortunately, the audience who can enter this underground black box is not poor, nor is it Grande. There is no place to squander a lot of money. When you can get pleasure, you can earn money without making a profit.

After a little time passed, the voice of the host finally stopped.

But just drinking the slobber, the voice rang again: "We have the 47th flying devil in Thailand to play!"

Suddenly, a cheering sound, the hot atmosphere suddenly created.

"You have to invite the eight-pole puncher Tieshan to play!"

Relative to the introduction of the card hole, the host's introduction to Wei Xiaobei is somewhat boring, and Wei Xiaobei's name is not seen, unlike the Kakon who has played seven games here. Fame has already spread.

Therefore, the cheers after that are basically no, relatively quiet.

This is not a big deal. If Wei Xiaobei knows that the bet at this time is basically on the card hole, he will probably laugh.

"Mr. Wei, you are here."

The young man is more respectful to Wei Xiaobei. In fact, these staff members are very respectful to any black boxer.

To know that the black boxers are basically the guys who have human lives on their hands, and they do not respect them, it is completely the rhythm of looking for bitterness.

Opening the curtain, Wei Xiaobei walked out along the red carpet, and his eyes quickly looked around.

The Loulan Clubhouse is indeed rich and rich, and the chandeliers hanging from the top are a small expense.

The platform is located at the lowest point of the center of the site, surrounded by a circle of sand pools. Outside the sand pool is a huge iron cage that separates the platform from the auditorium.

Like the lecture hall, the auditorium rises around the ring. Most of the seats are full, and the well-dressed gentlemen, the ladies who are squandering are either betting with bets or looking at Wei Xiaobei who is coming. Some of them were squirting cigars, and even one was eating steak, drinking red wine, and stood next to a bunny girl.

Obviously, here, as long as there is money, then unreasonable enjoyment requirements may be realized.

Finally, Wei Xiaobei's gaze passed through the iron cage and landed on the hole in the ring that was warming up.

The card hole is thin and thin, and the size of the head is less than one meter and seven. At this time, the upper part of the black body is naked and bouncing. While waving the fist of the numbness, it is almost impossible to see the fist shadow with the naked eye.

This is a master!

Wei Xiaobei quickly judged the strength of his opponent. From the perspective of his current performance, it is not weak.

But how specific, you have to look at the performance on the field.

There is a digital screen hanging above the ring platform. The bet amount on the left side of the card hole has exceeded 5 million, while the amount of bet on the right side Weibei is only a poor 100,000!

This is also the reality on the black box. When you don't show your strength, those audiences will not easily be detained on you.

In front of the iron cage, a waiter has opened the small door on the iron cage.

When Wei Xiaobei entered, the small door was closed, giving the illusion that it was like being locked into a cage!

"Swine! You are here!"

Not yet waiting for Xiaobei to be close to the ring, the card hole came to the front of the ring, staring at Wei Xiaobei, and spit into the mouth of hard words.