This is the information of the two fighters in the second game, after listening to Fan Ziran's recitation, Liu Lang smiled slightly, and waved at a young Chinese wearing a waiter's costume standing two meters away. "Little brother, come here."

???? The little waiter was obviously still a hairy boy, and he didn't know whether he was too concerned about the upcoming fighting match, or if he didn't understand Liu Lang's Chinese words that suddenly came out for a while, so he hurriedly ran over and replied respectfully with a thick southern accent: "Guest, what do you command?" ”

"What's going on? Are you deaf? It took a long time to say yes. Boy, apologize quickly. The American cousin reprimanded the slightly unresponsive Chinese waiter in English.

"That's right, guest, it may have been too noisy just now, and you spoke northern Chinese, I didn't hear it clearly for a while." The little waiter ignored his high-ranking American cousin and took the initiative to explain to Liu Lang.

Obviously, this Chinese kid has a hard bone and doesn't have a good impression of Americans.

"Hehe, in the United States, we Chinese are all fellow villagers, don't be nervous, little fellow, what is your name." Liu Lang was slightly happy and said in an old-fashioned manner.

"My name is Zhou Dapeng." The little waiter glanced at the fat fellow in front of him a little speechlessly.

Judging by his face, he is definitely a few years older than this one. The little fellow asked himself to call him almost the same.

But thinking that in order to open his eyes, he finally grinded his uncle to get the identity of a waiter and mixed in, Zhou Dapeng temporarily endured the fat countryman's selling of the old man.

"So, you give me a suggestion, these two fighters, who do you think will win?" Liu Lang said with a smile.

If it was said that the beginning of calling the little waiter was a temporary idea, after this very Chinese should have the backbone, Liu Lang still liked this Chinese fellow race. No matter where they are, the Chinese should have such hard bones.

"I think so!" Hearing Liu Lang say this, Zhou Dapeng was obviously a little eager to try, but thinking about his current identity, he finally suppressed his excitement, and said cautiously: "This still requires your own judgment, I can't help you make the decision." ”

"Haha, don't call me a guest, just call me Liu Lang, let you say it, I believe that the fellow will never pit the fellow, right?" Liu Lang said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll help you come up with ideas. I think so! Our Chinese fighter will win, my grandfather said, Chinese kung fu is unparalleled in the world. Zhou Dapeng is obviously also a lover, seeing that Liu Lang said this, he didn't twist it, and directly said the candidate in his heart.

However, it is also clear that the young waiter is still somewhat nationalistic, which is also very appropriate for his age and personality.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you." Liu Lang nodded disapprerovingly, turned his head to Fan Ziran and said, "Let Xiao Luozi beat the Chinese boxers with all the cash in the suitcase." ”

So easy to get into the pit? "Little Luozi" actually knows very well that an old acquaintance San Chengshan told him that the winning rate of the Muay Thai champion is as high as 70%.

However, whenever he hears the name Xiao Luozi, even if the American cousin is successfully designed, he always feels quite resentful, and this nickname of Xiao Luozi is definitely his lingering nightmare. Anyway, he was sure that he had never seen such a brazen person in his life, and the random nickname of "FUCK MM" was so obscene that it always reminded people of the creature of a mule.

"Guest, no, Brother Liu, how much money did you invest? I'm not necessarily right! Zhou Dapeng, who has a good personality, looked at his American cousin who had a good appearance and carried a suitcase to bet under Liu Lang's orders, and his heart suddenly felt a little bottomless.

"Not much, the suitcase is too small." Liu Lang said casually.

"Three hundred thousand." Chen Yunfa, who had been sitting on the side and didn't say a word, suddenly spoke.

"Three hundred thousand?" Zhou Dapeng was obviously shocked by this number. After a long time, he said, "300,000 marks or rubles?" ”

According to the exchange rate, if it is 30,000 US dollars, this amount can still be accepted by Zhou Dapeng.

"When I came to the United States, of course, I used a U.S. knife." Liu Lang glanced at the first overseas fellow he met here.

"&¥#@#¥¥" Zhou Dapeng obviously couldn't accept the excitement of being bet out of 300,000 US dollars because of his own words, and he took the incomprehensible southern Chinese dialect to stumble.

"Brother Liu, if you lose, you can't blame me!" Zhou Dapeng was sweating profusely and looked at Liu Lang with a bitter face.

"Hehe, even if you lose, what's the matter, isn't there another game? It's just to win it back after the next game. Liu Lang smiled slightly and said indifferently.

Not to mention the entanglement of the poor temporary waiter, as the lights in the arena gradually dimmed, the lights above the ring brightened, and the fighting match was about to begin.

A middle-aged man in a suit walked to the center of the ring, and at the same time, all the lights in the arena went out, and when an exclamation sounded, three rows of strong lights suddenly lit up, all aimed at the ring, illuminating the above.

I have to say that in order to attract more gamblers, this underground boxing gym is still quite tidy, which makes Liu Lang feel like he has returned to the martial arts style of modern TV in Yu Province.

"Gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to watch the unregulated fighting match held at the Hongyun Boxing Gym, I believe that many friends are not here for the first time, I don't have to say anything more, I hope friends can spend an unforgettable night here!" After the middle-aged man said a few brief opening words in English, he immediately lengthened his tone and shouted loudly: "The second fight match is about to be held next, and the two sides are Ma Teng, a shadowless foot god leg from the mysterious Oriental Huaxia, and Bocha, a Muay Thai king from the hometown of Muay Thai......

Muay Thai king is very familiar to old friends, but new friends are a little unfamiliar. He fought on the ring for a year and five months two years ago, with a 30-3 record, 15 20-second knockouts, and retired from the no-rules fight due to an accidental serious injury, but two years later at the invitation of our Hongyun MMA, he is back. Will he recreate his former glory when he returns to the ring? We'll see.

And Ma Teng, the shadowless god leg, we are all familiar with him, he is our star in the ring in the past few months, with a record of nine wins and one defeat in ten battles, which also proves his strength, today's fight match is destined to be a dragon fight! The odds have been issued to you, you can buy wins and losses according to your own judgment, the betting time is closed three minutes before the start of the game, and please hurry up and bet! ”

The middle-aged man's inflammatory language successfully stirred up the atmosphere in the arena, and the approaching fight match made the faces of the well-dressed men and women full of frenzy, and their breathing seemed to be much shorter than usual. Because, it's not just the blood splashed by Unlimited Fight that stimulates the adrenaline rush of people, but also the betting that goes hand in hand.

$10,000 per bet, the smallest bet here, is the total income of an ordinary American in the past five years, and the total income of an ordinary Chinese worker who has not eaten or drunk for 25 years. And Liu Lang rarely saw gamblers who only held a stack of American knives to bet, and many people came with suitcases like Liu Lang. The number of people here, even if it is not full, is enough to have more than 100 people.

Undoubtedly, this is not only a life-and-death contest, but more importantly, a gamble of millions of US dollars. The strength of this Chinese gang* gang that controls the underground boxing gym is even above Liu Lang's imagination.

Especially which Hongzi, it is difficult not to remind Liu Lang of the famous Chinese gang that migrated to the Americas from China a hundred years ago, the absolute predator, the predator in the gang.

"Let's invite the first fighter to appear, Muay Thai champion ......" As the host shouted in an elongated tone, the lights in the ring were also extinguished, and a bright light lit up at the same time, aiming at the fighter's lounge ten meters away from the ring.

A man with a typical height in Southeast Asia, who would never exceed 1.75 meters tall, but was covered in copper-colored muscles, stood there with his hands down, and when he saw the light shining, he cracked his mouth and showed a mouthful of white teeth, and smiled a little crazy.

As the lamppost moved forward, the sturdy Muay Thai king trotted all the way to the edge of the ring, bent his knees slightly, and flew into the air, and then jumped up to the three-meter-high steel guardrail.

There was a thunderous roar of joy from the audience, and this move showed the strength of his leg muscles, and he deserves to be a fighter with the reputation of Muay Thai king.

"Boy, is this here to juggle? It's quite capable of bouncing. Fan Ziran smacked his tongue on the side.

Obviously, he doesn't have much affection for this foreign fighter who loves to show off.

Liu Lang smiled slightly, this guy from Southeast Asia is not only good, but also has a good mind, with this trick to build momentum for himself, the victory or defeat of the masters is within a millimeter, and this trend comes together, and naturally has the upper hand.

From this point of view, he deserves to be a ruthless character who has won thirty games.