Chapter 31 Flower Burial

The convoy drove in from the street and stopped in the underground parking lot of the North Wind Arena.

The security of the arena blocked the underground parking lot in advance, leaving the parking lot empty.

The door of the leading car opened, Kitanoyama got out of the car and came to the second car.

The car door opened again.

The butler stepped out of the car first and nodded to the people inside. Then five strong men in black carried the limp body and stepped out of the car.

The human body is naturally Xia Lin.

At this moment, he was as limp as a noodle, naked, with pale skin, sweat oozing out of his pores, and a strange smell emanating from his body.

The smell made Beiyeshan frown and he took a step away from Xia Lin.

Looking at Xia Lin, who was tortured half to death, Beiyeshan nodded with satisfaction and looked at the housekeeper.

"Are you sure he's done?"

"Sure." The butler replied.

After all, the housekeeper is a professional in this matter.

He then continued, "Before he goes on stage, inject him with 100 milliliters of dream medicine, and he will be able to move freely, and outsiders will not be able to see any abnormality."

"But under the effect of the dream drug, he definitely can't use the method of opening the subspace to take out the missile."

Hearing this, Kitanoyama nodded with satisfaction.

With Xia Lin's level, without the subspace missile bombing fist, he could not be a match for other fierce warriors.

"Where are the referees, hosts and commentators?"

“They’ve all been bought off.”

So, everything is ready.

Kitanoyama smiled with satisfaction.

"Come in."

…

At this moment, the Beishan Arena is packed with people.

Just as Kitanoyama was heading towards the arena, bursts of stimulating moans suddenly rang out from Kitanoyama's private box.

When you look into the box, you can see a naked man and a woman entangled with each other.

The woman was none other than Suzuki Wan, the eldest daughter of the Suzuki Group.

The other person is Xia Lin’s opponent today, the flower swordsman, Hua Zang, who just turned eighteen this year!

No one knew how long they had been fighting here.

With a low roar, the two of them trembled together and reached bliss.

After hugging and panting for a long time, the Flower Swordsman finally climbed up from Suzuki Wan and stood respectfully beside the sofa like a male favorite. Suzuki Wan stretched lazily, showing a beautiful curve.

“Not bad, not bad…”

"Flower, you really taste good. I like you very much."

Hua Zang bent slightly, and a hint of flattery appeared on his delicate face.

A clear voice rang out from his mouth: "Being able to serve the young lady is a blessing that I have cultivated for three lifetimes."

Suzuki Wan yawned while getting dressed.

"That's too much flattery. I've heard that too many times."

Hua Zang's smile froze and she was a little at a loss, until Suzuki Wan covered her mouth and chuckled.

"But when words come out of your mouth, Hua'er, they sound different from those spoken by others..."

That's how the world is.

Appearance is also capital.

When a good-looking person and an ugly person say the same thing, it will have different effects.

And of course, good-looking people can also get some other privileges and help.

By the time Suzuki Wan had put on her clothes, Hua Zang had already poured the red wine and handed it to Suzuki Wan.

Taking the red wine, Suzuki Wan walked to the window and looked out. A sea of ​​people and the spectacular arena came into her sight.

"I have arranged everything."

"Just go on stage and perform normally."

"As my male favorite, since you want to become famous, I will definitely help you with all my strength."

"But you know your talent yourself. You can show off your prowess in the low-level fierce martial arts arena, but you can't go to the higher-level arena."

As Suzuki Wan spoke, Hua Zang nodded in agreement.

It was not until Suzuki Wan turned around and looked at Hua Zang that a trace of pity appeared in her eyes.

She reached out and touched Hua Zang's hair and spoke softly.

"Explosive Fist is the most famous fierce warrior in the low-level fierce warrior arena right now."

"My media has also been hyping up this battle in recent days. This battle has attracted everyone's attention."

"At the same time, I also hired internet trolls to stir up trouble online, saying that the Bomb Fist will win and you will lose."

"Do you know why?"

Hua Zang nodded: "I understand your painstaking efforts, young lady."

"It's human nature to see beautiful things being destroyed."

"But the underdog defeating the strong and the upset are more in line with human nature."

"Right now everyone thinks that Bomb Fist will win. Once I win beautifully, I can attract all the traffic from Bomb Fist to me."

Suzuki Wan smiled and nodded: "There is no need to bother to fight more fierce martial arts matches. It is too dangerous. Martial arts are also something for inferior people to play with."

"Since you want to become famous, I will make you a legend as quickly as possible."

"But let's make it clear first. After you finish this fight and become famous, I will arrange for you to retire immediately."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"after……"

She leaned close to Hua Zang's ear and her breath was as sweet as orchid.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming romantic again, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Suzuki Wan frowned and said, "Come in."

Kitanoyama pushed the door open and nodded to Suzuki Wan.

"Everything is arranged, we can start."

There was no need for Suzuki Wan to say anything else, Hua Zang had already tactfully excused himself and was ready to enter the ring.

…

The fireworks and lights both exploded.

The host's opening remarks were passionate, as always!

"The first to appear is the rookie martial artist who just turned 18, the flower swordsman with an unparalleled beauty, Hua Zang!!"

The sound of "Shhhhh" continued to be heard, and the sporadic shouts were drowned out and inconspicuous.

The stage slowly rose, and Hua Zang appeared on the stage in everyone's sight.

He faced the boos from all directions and slowly closed his eyes.

stage……

With the attention of all.

This is what he wanted! Although the boos were a bit loud, it doesn't matter. I believe that after today, everyone will remember his name Huazang! "The next one to appear is the bomb punch we have been looking forward to! Xia! Lin!"

The cheers shook the sky.

On the other side, the stage slowly rose, and Xia Lin, with his upper body naked and his head lowered, rose from under the stage.

So the cheers were even louder.

No one noticed that Xia Lin's body was trembling slightly, and no one noticed that Xia Lin's eyes had turned blood red.

The audience was just cheering, jumping for joy, and venting their emotions to their heart's content!

Only a few people sighed, with different thoughts in their minds.

…

In a dilapidated house in the old city, Duan Jun, who had already turned off his cell phone, sat in front of the TV, unable to hide his disappointment.

Xia Lin didn't listen to him after all.

Or maybe he listened and took it to heart, but ultimately couldn't withstand the consortium's tactics.

Now Xia Lin appeared on the stage. Although he seemed to be fine, Duan Jun knew that Xia Lin was definitely not normal!

Yang Dehai's voice sounded beside me.

"See, I told you it's useless. The consortium has too many tricks."

He handed a can of beer to Duan Jun and sat next to him.

Looking at the picture on TV, he asked puzzledly.

"By the way, why did you ask for leave today? And you had to drag me along with you?"

Duan Jun's lips trembled, not knowing how to answer.

He couldn't say that this was Xia Lin's reminder, right? In short, he just listened to Xia Lin's words, asked for leave, and even persuaded Yang Dehai...

At this moment, Duan Jun looked at Xia Lin's profile on TV and couldn't help but think.

"I listened to you, what about you?"

'You should be prepared, right?'

(End of this chapter)