Lin Xiao took the opportunity to look at it.

Not far from the Russian, a big and thick man sat at the table and feasted. Behind him were more than a dozen little brothers standing, facing the direction of the ring, constantly cheering.

Lin Xiao guessed that the two people fighting on the stage now should be the subordinates of the boxer and Brother Mao.

"Brother Mao is a little hungry today."

Some people were talking about it in the crowd.

"Yes! I'll lose a lot of money when competing with Zhao Zhilong for three games!"

"The key is in the second game. If Brother Mao loses in the second game, everything will be over."

“Not necessarily?

The competition between Brother Mao’s gold medal thug Ali and that little man is only 50% away, and whoever wins or loses is not necessarily the case.”

"I think it's more reliable for those who bet Zhao Zhilong to win."

"Yeah?"

"I always feel that the result is not very good!"

"If Zhao Zhilong wins, our income in the underground boxing market will decrease in the future. This kid has too much appetite and his commission is too harsh."

"I hope Brother Mao can win."

Lin Xiao and the others passed by and heard the whispers from the audience. Many people were running towards the gambling pool. It seemed that they could not wait to bet.

Fang Qing whispered, "Today, Maozi and Zhao Zhilong set up a bet, win two games in three games, whoever loses will get out of the underground boxing world of Zhennan."

"Now the people in the octagonal cage are the people of Maozi and Zhao Zhilong?"

Lin Xiao asked casually.

"Um!"

Fang Qing said in a deep voice, "The Russians should be fine in this game. That kid is a good boxer, so it's fine to win the first game."

"Who will play the second game?"

Lin Xiao asked.

Fang Qing was nude in a certain direction, "The boy wearing a red turban next to Brother Mao and the little man behind Zhao Zhilong."

Lin Xiao nodded slightly. He knew that the red turban was the boxer next to Brother Mao, who looked calm and calm, and asked casually, "What is the winning rate?"

Fang Qing analyzed, "From the results of the game some days ago, the two will be together for 55."

"Where is the third game?"

“There is not necessarily a third game.”

Fang Qing said in a deep voice, "If the Russians lose the second game, there is no need for him to compete in the third game.

Because Zhao Zhilong came on stage in person in the third game.

There is no one available here for Brother Mao.”

"The second game is the key?"

“That’s exactly that!”

Lin Xiao turned his eyes to the big and thick man Zhao Zhilong.

Zhao Zhilong's face was full of red light, his temple was protruding high, and his muscles were cast like steel, and each piece showed explosive power.

Lin Xiao speculated that the other party was at least a silver-level warrior, or even a silver-level warrior.

In the rules of underground boxing, a silver-level warrior has a crushing advantage.

There are very few warriors above silver to fight black boxing. Zhao Zhilong appears in the underground boxing match, and it is too easy to win.

No wonder the Russians lost. With his power, it was very difficult to recruit a silver-level boxer, so naturally they did not have the ability to fight against Zhao Zhilong.

According to the normal market price, a silver-level boxer has an annual salary of tens of millions, which is far from the expenses that people like the Russians can afford.

Wow! The crowd burst into screams.

Fang Qing didn't even look at it and smiled, "The Russians won, let's go!"

The Russian was obviously relieved, but then he became serious again and patted the shoulder of the red turban beside him, "Ali, it's up to you to the next game."

"rest assured!"

Ali twisted his neck and stood up slowly.

"Russian."

Fang Qing smiled.

The Russian's eyes lit up and he quickly stood up, "Brother Da?

Why are you interested in coming here to have fun today?”

"Come here and take my new boxer to get to know the scene."

Fang Qing said lightly.

The Russian looked at Lin Xiao and didn't care, "New boxer?"

Haven't seen it before, just entered the industry?"

"That's right."

Fang Qing smiled.

Just as the Russian was about to speak, a sharp laugh sounded suddenly from the side.

"Hahaha...Master, congratulations."

Zhao Zhilong took his boxer and huh a lot of people and walked quickly to the front.

The Russian sneered, "I'm so happy if I lose?"

Do you think the second game is bound to be won?"

"You can see this?"

Zhao Zhilong lit a cigar, took a deep breath, and said as if he pointed at the country, "If you take the initiative to admit defeat, I will still let you mess around in the field in the future. What about it?

Think about it.”

"Just! How do you know I'll lose?

My boxer Ali was once the champion of ten consecutive victories. As long as you win another game, you have to get out of shame."

The Russian said disdainfully.

"Ten consecutive victories?"

Zhao Zhilong exhaled a smoke ring, "Aren't I hitting it on the ground with one punch?"

The Russian and Ali immediately changed their faces and stared at him with great resentment.

“What to look at?

Isn’t what I said true?”

Zhao Zhilong reached out and pointed on Ali's head, "What?

Not convinced?"

Ali's forehead was exposed, but he knew very well that the gap between him and the other party was definitely a loss when he had a conflict.

Bang! The Russian pushed Zhao Zhilong's hand away, "What are you doing?

There are rules for boxing competitions. Since it is a competition, it must be like a competition. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao Zhilong sneered, "Since you are so unpretentious, then let's see the truth in the octagonal cage. I hope your Ali can give you a surprise."

"Stop talking nonsense! Send your people."

The Russian shouted impatiently.

Zhao Zhilong held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced back at the little man, "Go!"

"Yes! Brother Long!"

The small man was about 1.6 meters tall, but his eyes were very domineering. Facing Ali, who was two taller than him, he looked at each other fiercely without fear.

"Please invite the boxers from Brother Mao and Brother Long to the stage!"

The host's voice rang out loud.

Ali strided his meteor into the octagonal cage.

The little man was not behind, and he followed Ali into the octagonal cage.

The host told a few bad jokes, adjusted the atmosphere, and then encouraged the audience to go and bet on the bet quickly.

A large part of boxing income comes from the prize money and bets in the betting pool.

As the organizer, the host naturally has to fool more people into the gambling pool.
To be continued...