The leader slowly climbed up amid the cheers of everyone. Half of his face quickly swollen, with a patch of blood. It was not said that it was blood in the nose or the rupture of the lips.
He spitted blood in a sip. The leader gritted his teeth and stepped forward to the black-haired man. He reached out and grabbed the man's shoulders and pressed down. At the same time, he raised his right leg and hit the man's lower abdomen with his knee.
The man bent down, coughed and made a sound, and viscous blood spurted out of his mouth.
The leader grabbed the man's clothes and threw the man out. The man staggered backwards, rolled on the ground for several times before falling back.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
There were waves of roars from the audience, and the leader stretched out his arms and made a victory posture.
Just when everyone was extremely excited, the black-haired man who fell down on his back had his chest fluttered violently. After a few seconds, he suddenly turned sideways, supported the ground, and slowly stood up.
The roar from the audience gradually stopped, and the excited expression on the leader's face slowly faded away.
The black-haired man took a deep breath and walked towards the leader. The leader looked at the person who was coming, and a deep fear surged in his heart.
Finally, the two of them stood face to face. The black-haired man spoke for the first time. His voice was low and he said, "It's up to me."
The leader's blue eyes suddenly tightened. Before he could come to his senses, the black-haired man raised his hand at a strange speed. His fists were still different from ordinary people. The fingers in the middle were slightly protruding, and he punched him.
At the leader's neck, the leader's eyes burst, without even making a sound, and stood there for about three seconds, then fell down with a bang.
Everyone was shocked. The black-haired man stood on the stage. The sun was in the sky. The sweat on his face was mixed with thick blood. He was ticking down, ticking and ticking. He looked like he was
From hell, Rakshasa who is responsible for soul searching.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and everyone was silent, as if they were still in place.
I don't know how long it took, but the black-haired man on the stage walked down the stage. Seeing this, the soldier holding a machine gun subconsciously pointed the gun at him.
The black-haired man looked at Da Seng, and the soldier's Adam's apple flipped.
The lips opened, and the black-haired man said in a cold voice, "I promised it beforehand. I won ten people and let me go."
The soldier holding the machine gun was silent, but turned to look at another man walking towards the stage.
The person who came up was also one of the leaders of the soldiers. He first squatted down and stuck his fingers into the nose of the man who was falling to the ground. Suddenly he frowned. He looked up and said, "Die!"
Everyone was shocked, and the soldiers holding machine guns were even going to massacre black-haired men on the spot.
At this moment, only a woman's shout came from the audience, "Stop!"
Everyone heard the reputation. Han Sao looked at Bai Xiaoyu in surprise. Bai Xiaoyu's face was expressionless and looked at the eyes of the people on the stage.
The man who came up later looked at Bai Xiaoyu condescendingly and said, "Who are you?!"
Mrs. Han was afraid that Bai Xiaoyu would cause trouble, so she couldn't help but say first, "Ms. Bai is the young master's friend."
Upon hearing this, the leader couldn't help but relax his vigilance a little, and then said, "Miss Bai, you are not ours, please don't interfere in our internal affairs."
Bai Xiaoyu raised her chin slightly and looked at the leader and said, "Is the dead man the one among you who keeps your word?"
The leader frowned slightly, not knowing what Bai Xiaoyu meant. After being silent for a few seconds, he spoke, "Ba Qi is our head."
Bai Xiaoyu opened her red lips and said, "This is easy to deal with. Since it is said, it is naturally a matter of words. He promised that the man would defeat ten people and let him go."
When the current leader heard this, he couldn't help but lower his face and said, "How can this work?"
Bai Xiaoyu said, "You are well-trained special forces soldiers. You should know what military orders are. Even if he is dead now, you should not treat what he said as if he had never said it?"
The leader stood on the stage, hesitated for a brief moment, and the soldier holding the machine gun pointed the machine gun at the black-haired man without any trace. Bai Xiaoyu glared at the eyes, and for some reason, her voice was ahead of her consciousness, and she opened her mouth, "
You dare!"
Her voice was sharp, and it made everyone subconsciously pause.
Staring at the soldier holding machine guns on the stage, Bai Xiaoyu said, "If you dare to kill him, I will let Satan kill you!"
Perhaps when she said the word "kill", the cold aura emitted from her body was too obvious. Even the soldiers who were used to killing could not react for a moment and stood there in a daze.
Bai Xiaoyu walked forward, and the soldiers watched her step onto the battlefield. Looking at the leader in front of him, Bai Xiaoyu said, "Don't say anything that cannot be done in advance. Since you have said it, you must do a good job of bearing it."
Now that the former leader is dead, you are the one who keeps your word here. Whether to kill him or let him go, you will decide."
The current leader is Maidu, a Burmese native. He slightly lowered his light ink-colored eyes and was struggling.
Bai Xiaoyu stood on the stage with a expressionless face. To be honest, her heart seemed to be tense. She didn't know why she wanted to save the black-haired man. Maybe she was impressed by his spirit and couldn't help but act.
Do this.
This is a gamble. Bai Xiaoyu has no chance of winning, it depends entirely on God.
Perhaps twenty seconds later, Maidu raised his eyes, glanced at Bai Xiaoyu, and then said, "You are right. Even if Ba Qi dies, what he said should count."
After saying that, he turned his head and winked at the soldier holding a machine gun. The soldier immediately turned his gun toward another place.
"You can leave now."
Maidu said to the black-haired man.
Bai Xiaoyu looked at the black-haired man. His face was bloody and could not see his original appearance. He did not go to see Bai Xiaoyu. He walked down the platform. Two soldiers below were responsible for taking him out. Soon the three disappeared.
In the sight of everyone.
Maidu asked someone to deal with Ba Qi's body, Bai Xiaoyu quietly walked off the stage, and then followed Han Sao back.
On the way, Mrs. Han looked at Bai Xiaoyu with surprise and said, "Oh, Miss Bai, why are you so brave? The dead man is still lying on it, you dare to go up. Besides, you are the best thing about the army.
Don't interfere. If something is wrong, it will be bad if it is blamed on you."
Bai Xiaoyu replied with a faint face, "Sister Han, do you think the man you won today should die?"
Mrs. Han opened her lips slightly, but was hesitating. After a while, she spoke, "Miss Bai said this, I was a little confused. I had never happened like this before."
Bai Xiaoyu said, "The more people there are in the army, the more iron military law is needed. If what the leader said today does not count, someone will dare to make the same mistake tomorrow. So what is the use of military law? In other words,
, What if the army riots? Isn’t it possible for no one to manage it?"
Mrs. Han nodded first, then said, "Miss Bai said, it seems that this person was fortunately not killed today..."
Bai Xiaoyu lowered her eyes slightly, and she was thinking about what happened next. Today's scene would inevitably reach Fu Qinglu's ears. Her impulse might bring unnecessary trouble to herself, and even causing trouble.