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"Hahahaha... This kid won't be scared to pee his pants!"
"Hey! Crazy dog! Kill him! Kill him and give you one hundred thousand!" A group of spectators shouted from above.
The mad dog cracked a big mouth, revealing a black and yellow tooth. If you look closely, you will find that his tongue has been cut off, so he will only make a "roar" shout.
His expression became very hideous, and he hooked his finger towards Ye Fan, full of disdain.
Ye Fan didn't walk over, instead, he hooked his finger at the mad dog.
The mad dog's eyes became particularly fierce, and he strode forward, like a tank, and slammed into Ye Fan!
When he came to Ye Fan, the mad dog raised a huge fist and hit Ye Fan's skull fiercely!
Ye Fan's body moved sideways just right, avoiding the punch.
The fist of the mad dog hit the ground, and the plastic ring made a heavy muffled noise. If it was cement or stone, it would have been smashed into a deep pit.
"What a lot of strength! You deserve to be a mad dog!"
"Grass, this kid is lucky, otherwise his forehead will blossom!"
Amidst the shouts of the audience, Ye Fan dodged back and forth a few times, strolling in the courtyard on the stage.
And the mad dog was chasing after him vigorously, trying his best with every fist, annoyingly trying to beat Ye Fan into meat sauce.
Ye Fan has actually been scanning the auditorium around the arena with his eyes. He has a feeling that someone is staring at him in secret.
This time I came to Feiyun Mansion, Shangguanling's attitude was really weird, because according to the truth, even if Shangguanjia didn't want to give the 40 million balance, it would not have to be completely enmity with Jinxiu.
Therefore, Ye Fan faintly felt that someone else was behind the scenes, especially his years of experience, which made him notice that someone was watching.
However, it seemed that the opponent was not in the audience, and Ye Fan had to temporarily give up searching.
Suddenly, Ye Fan stood still on the ring and no longer dodged.
The audience had been yelling and cursing a long time ago. They thought Ye Fan was a coward and ran around. As soon as Ye Fan stopped, they all shouted to make the mad dog pounce on it.
The mad dog naturally caught this opportunity, and after sealing the angle, he hit Ye Fan's chin with an uppercut!
Ye Fan simply stretched out his hand to block, caught the fist, and at the same time kicked forward with his right foot, immediately destroying the mad dog's center of gravity, and his entire burly body fell under the ring!
A second later, the mad dog was already lying on the cold concrete floor.
"Wow!!"
The spectators in the stands were shocked, because no one thought that the mad dog would be so easily knocked off the ring!
Feng Yueying almost called out excitedly. She didn't expect Ye Fan to win so easily. She looked at the man with gleaming eyes.
The mad dog also felt inexplicable, why he was beaten down.
"You lose, let's go." Ye Fan was also not interested, killing a dumb man who made a living by punching black fists. After all, they had no grievances.
The mad dog got up and looked at Shangguan Ling on the high platform.
Shangguan Ling shouted with a gloomy expression: "In the Colosseum, there is only a life-and-death battle. If you don't die, go up for me!!"
When the mad dog heard this, without saying anything, he rushed to the ring again and fisted at Ye Fan indiscriminately.
Ye Fan frowned, didn't even look at it, turned around and kicked, just hitting the mad dog in the chest!
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, the huge body of the mad dog over two meters fell into the ring again.
The mad dog spouted a mouthful of blood, convulsed all over, fainted, and lost his fighting power.
Ye Fan didn't take any effort to deal with such a big man with only brute force and speed.
Shangguan Ling's face was extremely gloomy. He was absolutely convinced that Ye Fan was not an ancient martial artist, not a master of internal skills, but why, such a seemingly ordinary body, can have such a strong explosive power and speed!
A group of spectators were also dumbfounded. The eyes under the mask stared at Ye Fan, and the laughter had already stopped abruptly.
For them, watching a man like Mad Dog fight melee, already feels very powerful, but a warrior like Mad Dog was kicked into flight by Ye Fan? !
Shangguan Ling slapped the sofa hard and said angrily: "Trash!"
However, he can't afford to lose, it's nothing more than 2.8 million, he hasn't paid attention to it yet.
But at this moment, everyone discovered that Ye Fan didn't mean to walk back to the high platform to take money, but instead walked in from the passage where the mad dog had walked out before.
"What is he doing!?" Shangguan Ling frowned.
"Master, he seems to have gone to our backstage," an assistant said.
"Crap! I'm not blind!" Shangguan Ling said to a bodyguard in a blue shirt behind him: "Li Pengfei! Take someone down to see what the kid is doing!"
Li Pengfei, the leader of the bodyguards, had a grim face, and immediately called for the manpower after taking the order, intending to take them down.
But at this time, Ye Fan suddenly walked out of the backstage, and walked back to the high platform with a look of expression on his face.
"Sorry, I went to the toilet. It's finished. Mr. Shangguan wrote the check. We didn't eat lunch and we were all hungry." Ye Fan said as he picked up a napkin next to it and wiped it. Wiped his hands.
Feng Yueying noticed the details and exclaimed: "Ye Fan! Why is there blood on your hands? Are you injured?"
The woman hurriedly grabbed Ye Fan's hand, only to find that the blood was not Ye Fan's, but was on the outside.
"Haha, it's okay, I accidentally wiped it a bit," Ye Fan said.
At this moment, a back-office manager with an earthy face ran up, glanced at Ye Fan in horror, and said: "It's not good! Young Master!"
Shangguan Ling frowned: "Why are you panicking, what's the matter?"
"This person ran into our backstage just now and crippled all our 20 or so gladiators!" the manager said tremblingly.
"How can it be!?"
"Really... This guy hit him as soon as he came in. Our gladiators didn't have time to fight back, so we got beaten down!"
Shangguan Ling's face turned dark, and he stared at Ye Fan angrily: "The surname is Ye! What do you mean!? Are you amazing at being able to fight!?"
Ye Fan spread his hands and said, "I was wronged. I wanted to go to the toilet, but I didn't find it. They didn't let me out, so I had to put them down."
Shangguan Lingxin was bleeding, and 2.8 million is nothing, but the batch of death row prisoners and black market boxers he bought were all in the millions. These people died in the ring, but they are still okay. Make money back, but become disabled in the background, isn't it all blood loss!
The point is that killing them will make them even worse, and you have to help them recover their injuries first.
After going back and forth, his Colosseum business has lost tens of millions!
"Bad girl... You clearly found the fault deliberately!" Shangguan Lingsuan could see that Ye Fan's goal from the beginning was not just 2.8 million. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.