"Mr. Qin, something is wrong, look."
Guo Shao was already having fun with several female companions around him. Anyway, he had already lost all the bets tonight and was very angry. He was looking for someone to relieve his anger. Suddenly, his attention was attracted by the boxing match in the audience. He hurriedly stopped the women's actions and shouted.
Qin Fen then turned his head to look at the audience below, and the scene on the stage changed drastically.
"Old Zhou, what's going on? On the 12th, the fight is real. You didn't notify everyone, or did something go wrong?"
Qin Fen looked at Zhou Shao in confusion and asked in surprise.
Zhou Shao immediately put down the cigarette in his mouth, stood up and looked at the situation below the stage.
He touched his head, unable to figure it out.
"Hiss, what's wrong with this kid?"
"Master Qin, wait a minute, I'll send someone over to ask what's going on with this kid."
Zhou Shao asked someone to find a way to let the two people on the ring rest. Finally, after some operations, the two men rested.
At this moment, number three was about to collapse, but the referee on the sidelines rang the bell and the game stopped.
The people in the audience were cursing and were very dissatisfied with this match, but they were still very optimistic about No. 12. It was obvious that No. 3 was no match for No. 12, and resting would only prolong the time of this match.
Zhou Shao went to the sidelines in person, came to Xu Erhai and said.
"Number 12, what the hell are you doing? This is a competition. I want you to lose, not win. You'd better not mess around, or you'll be in big trouble."
Xu Erhai moistened his mouth and spit out the water. He ignored Zhou Shao and gave him a cold look. Zhou Shao felt uneasy when he saw it and continued.
"Did you hear that? If you lose this game, I'll give you another 100,000 yuan."
Xu Erhai still ignored the conditions proposed by Zhou Shao. Helplessly, he had to ask someone to get something. He ran to contestant No. 3 himself, and contestant No. 3 was panting.
"Number Three, fight well. Young Master Qin and I are counting on you. If you win tonight, there will be a reward."
Number Three took a breath and said.
"Boss, this guy is so damn strong. I can't find his weakness. This is difficult."
Zhou Shao then gestured to a staff member behind No. 3. He knew very well what Zhou Shao wanted him to do. He saw him change two bottles of water from somewhere and handed them to the staff on both sides of the venue.
"Boy, I'm optimistic about you."
Zhou Shao watched No. 3 drink the bottle of water and said lightly, then he watched No. 12 drink the water he brought up before he left the boxing ring. On the way, Zhou Shao kept cursing Xu Erhai and told the people accompanying him that after the game, he would let this kid come to see him in person. He wanted to find out what happened. Everything was clearly agreed in the lounge, but this kid was going back on his word now.
At the same time, he was praying in his heart that No. 12 had better listen to what he had just said, otherwise, he knew clearly what the consequences would be, so he made preparations for both situations. The drink he just gave to No. 3 should be able to last until the end. It is hard to say who will be the champion in the end.
In their eyes, these people are just a group of robots. They must unconditionally obey the arrangements from above. As long as they can bring profits to the group, they are valuable people. If they fail to bring profits to the group and instead suffer losses, they will suffer the consequences.
The three-minute break passed quickly.
With a clang, the game continues.
Number Three drank the water that Zhou Shao had people arrange for him, and instantly felt full of strength. At first, he used his body to withstand several elbow strikes from Number Twelve. Even when the skin was peeled off, he didn't feel any pain and continued to fight on the court.
The audience in the audience exclaimed that it was wonderful and exciting. They came for the Qingxuan underground professional boxing match because they wanted to see a real and exciting fight.
Zhao Xukun on the stage was watching the game quietly. All of Zhou Shao's actions just now were reflected in his eyes. He also knew that No. 3's powerful offensive in the second half was all thanks to the bottle of technological water just now.
Zhao Xukun also knew that they didn't want Xu Erhai to win, and wanted Number Three to win. Although he didn't know how much money was already placed on Xu Erhai at this moment, one thing was certain: the odds were so big that Zhou Shao had to go down in person to explain things to Numbers 12 and 3.
Xu Erhai was stuck in his own distraction-free state. Now all he had in mind was to try his best to play this game. He could not listen to what Zhou Shao said.
"Old Zhou, what's going on? Number Twelve is still attacking with such a fierce offensive. Can Number Three withstand it?"
After seeing Number Three getting punched by Number Twelve several times and his face swollen, he asked anxiously in his heart.
"Lao Qin, I don't know what's going on with Number 12. I just arranged for someone to go over and discuss the script with him in the lounge. Now he's like this, I don't know."
"But, Lao Qin, don't worry. Number Three can withstand Number Twelve's attack. Number Twelve will only be able to withstand a few attacks at most. We are sure to win."
Zhou Shao said this confidently, as if he already knew what the final outcome would be.
The competition entered a white-hot stage, and No. 3 didn't know how many times he fell to the ground, but in the end he got up with his extraordinary perseverance.
Just when No. 12 wanted to end the fight with one kick, suddenly, his head became dizzy and he couldn't see the road ahead clearly.
Number Three got up, glanced at Number Twelve in front of him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and showed a ghostly smile.
In less than two seconds, No. 3 got up and punched No. 12 in the face. No. 12 was knocked back by No. 3's punch.
Number 12 kept shaking his already dizzy head, which became even more fuzzy.
"What's going on, No. 12, are you letting the water out?"
"I didn't even dodge this, isn't it too fake?"
"Number Three, are you up?"
“............”
Number Three instantly understood what Zhou Shao had just said to him. Now his opportunity had come. While his opponent was still shaking his head, Number Three organized an offensive again. He wanted to repay Number Twelve for the punches he had just taken.
Although Xu Erhai was not very conscious, he curled up his body in a defensive posture, allowing No. 3 to attack him crazily.
Zhao Xukun on the stage did not intend to help Xu Erhai, but it was a good opportunity to see how strong this kid was.
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