Before the stupid commentator could finish speaking, Li Mu raised his hand, took the microphone handed to him by the audience and said with a smile: "I just made 14.8 million, and I will bet again. I will still bet all on myself to win! Support!"
My fans who want to make money, come and place bets! I guarantee you will win!"
"One punch KO, another punch KO!"
"The fists and legs of the blade are like tireless heavy artillery and battle axes!"
"His strength and unwillingness to back down show us the ferocity of a generation of tyrants."
The competition has reached the tenth round in a fierce manner. On the electronic screen of the underground black boxing scene, the list of players scrolling on the first page has been drastically reduced.
58 minutes have passed.
On the field, all the spectators who came to the underground black boxing scene tonight shouted the name of Dragon Territory hoarsely.
10 wins out of 10 fights.
No matter facing any player, Li Mu always maintains an indomitable and domineering attitude, solving all opponents head-on.
The commentator's voice was hoarse, but he still grabbed the microphone and shouted excitedly:
"Ten consecutive kills in one night! Audience friends, tonight will be a moment to write history, and we will all be witnesses to the history of underground black boxing!"
"Now, we can see that in the waiting area of the competition, many underground black boxing players are anxiously watching the scenes of the previous matches."
At this time, the staff of the Black Mist Organization almost hated this noisy hired commentator. In the past, the more enthusiastic the atmosphere of the competition venue, the happier the staff were.
However, now, all the staff know that if Li Mu wins tonight, they will probably be greeted by the anger from the Black Mist headquarters.
At this time, in the secret manor of the Black Mist headquarters on the outskirts of Gotham.
Yugas, the actual leader of the Black Mist, looked so gloomy that he was about to shed tears.
"Asshole! In just one night, ten games totaled, we lost 1.4 billion. This is after taking away the profits from other black boxing events and the amount of money bet on other boxers, we still lost so much money!"
Hearing Yugas's rage, the second-in-command immediately shouted: "1.4 billion? So much loss? How did the risk control department do this? What is Li Mu's odds now?"
"1:1176, this is already very low. If the odds fall below 11, we will have to close the game." As the financial backbone of the entire underground gang, Kane graduated from a world-renowned finance school.
The control of financial figures is not weak.
In the conference room, a regional leader wearing Armani suggested: "Boss, I think if that doesn't work, let's close the competition channel and suspend the competition temporarily! This is not the way to go!"
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man sitting next to him took off his brown glasses, frowned and said: "It must not be closed. If the competition channel is closed now, the losses we will suffer will not be as simple as a little cash."
"Then we can't let Li Mu win like this. In the past, in our underground black boxing industry, the victory or defeat of the players was somewhat controllable. Now that a guy like Li Mu suddenly appears, and if he continues to mess up, we
The group may be facing bankruptcy."
In the conference room, a dozen well-known American gangsters quarreled over Li Mu.
After hearing what his men said, Yugas lowered his eyelids, looked at a middle-aged white man sitting on the left who had been monitoring the website betting backstage, and asked aloud: "Kane, who is betting on Li Mu now?"
What’s the amount?”
"In the last game, the amount of money bet on Li Mu has reached 3.4 billion. If we estimate the amount of betting in the next game based on this figure, it is estimated that if Li Mu continues to win, the amount we will lose in the next game will be as high as 5.9 billion."
"Even if we include the profits from other black boxing matches on the website, our loss in the next match will definitely exceed 1.4 billion."
Upon hearing the numbers reported by Kane, the expressions of all the Black Mist bosses present changed.
To lose so much money in just a few minutes, even the world's largest underground black boxing organization with decades of experience would find it difficult to withstand such pressure.
Yugas was silent for a moment, and then said: "Continue! You have to continue to make money."
"Boss!"
Hearing Yugas' words, everyone present was stunned, and those who did not agree to continue the game hurriedly shouted.
Yugas waved his hand and said with a sneer: "Let's just let Li Mu be arrogant. Doesn't he like to fight with each other? Then we will fight him!"
"In the 1970s, our underground black boxing market was just booming."
"There was also a Chinese boxer at that time. He was nicknamed "Shark" and his Chinese name was Chen Jinsheng. He was a boxer with the highest attack power and kill rate in history."
"This man, like Li Mu, is known for his sharp boxing and kicking skills. It is difficult to find a strong opponent in the competition. He only lost once in 97 fights, which made countless black market boxing masters daunted. He is the most outstanding representative figure of black market boxing in the last century.
.”
"In the end, this Frank Chen only lost one game. From then on, there has never been such a number one person on the black market."
Yugas stood up, put his hands on the table, looked down at the young men in the conference room, and said with a fierce look:
"Longyu has only won ten games, are you afraid? Let me tell you, the more he wins, the worse he will lose when he loses. The money now put in Longyu's pocket is temporarily stored in
From them, after tonight, I will get all the money back with interest!"
"Immediately arrange the fighters. For the next black boxing fighters, I will choose fighters who are strong in resisting blows or who like to dodge and wretchedly type."
"No matter how strong Li Mu is, he will still get tired sometimes."
"No matter how sharp his fist is, there will be a moment when his bones will be broken!"
…
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Three hours passed.
The wheel battle continues!
Step on the railing, reverse spin, double-leg strangle, fist, elbow and knee lock, naked choke, cross, solid ground pounding, guillotine...
As time goes by, Li Mu can no longer rely solely on iron fist headshots and KO competitions.
However, he still used his absolutely powerful fighting skills to quickly kill all kinds of opponents on stage.
A lot of sweat soaked his sweatshirt, and the blood that the other party splashed on him mixed with sweat and dripped down the hems of his clothes and trousers on the stage, dripping and dripping non-stop.
Standing in the ring for more than four hours made Li Mu's muscles all over his body extremely sore.
However, Li Mu was getting more and more excited as he fought.
In just one night, the muscles all over his body swelled a lot. He continued to compete head-on with these underground black boxing fighters, as if a piece of pig iron was being continuously hammered and forged on an anvil.
Strength is getting stronger!
If Yugas knew that every time Li Mu won, not only would his body not weaken, but his initial strength and body's ability to withstand blows would gradually increase.
I'm afraid he will be angry to death immediately.
At this time, the panting Li Mu put his hands on the fence at the edge of the ring. The camera was close-up, and the audience could clearly see that the gauze wrapped around Li Mu's fists had been stained red with blood.
His body was trembling slightly. In the last game, the opponent punched him in the chest, which made his muscles in that part of his body ache.
During the entire 37 uninterrupted games, Li Mu's whole body was covered with a hint of water vapor under the bright lights.
Li Mu lowered his eyelids, leaving the audience wondering whether he had reached his limit.