"Fuck him!"
"Can this bitch be any more shameless? Ah!"
"I'm so fucking stupid..."
"Fuck his beep beep beep..."
In the hospital.
The eggless people roared wildly once again, the sound was so loud that it shook the heavens! Not only the urology and reproductive department, but even the departments upstairs and downstairs could hear it clearly.
The doctors and nurses had to work hard to calm them down.
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"grass!!!"
"What the hell, I'm just bastard!"
"This bitch is so shameless!"
"How the hell can he be so shameless?!"
"I'm going crazy!"
"Fuck, who can take care of him?!"
In the Binhai Martial Arts Association group, the leaders of various martial arts associations all turned into trolls, trolling like crazy! And it wasn't just text messages, there was also a continuous stream of voice messages.
Even many words were directly blocked.
These big-time figures all became "telegraph operators" and sent telegrams frantically.
So angry!!!
They spent a lot of effort and money to get Mai Sangkun to take action. Although the Muay Thai Association is also in the group, can your association command someone of Mai Sangkun's level?
So you still have to spend money and beg others to help you, and then you still owe them a favor.
result···
That's it?
They didn't blame Mai Sangkun for turning around and leaving, because in this situation, anyone would have run! Those who didn't run before are all lying in the hospital, feeling sad about their balls.
"no!"
"We can't just leave it like this, we're too passive!"
"Yeah, that was too passive. Alas, we were so stupid. We only remembered when we saw him wearing diving goggles that although we can't use dirty tricks for the sake of our reputation, we can be on guard!"
"Huh? Yeah, shit, why didn't we think of that?!"
"We can't spread lime powder, but we can wear diving goggles or even helmets! Not only can they block the lime, but they can also effectively prevent eye punctures."
"If all else fails, I can at least wear a fucking spacesuit, right?"
"Even put a steel plate under the crotch!"
"It's okay, it's okay. Wouldn't it be inconvenient to move around in a space suit? The steel plate under the crotch is even more excessive, right? It's okay! I think wearing a helmet is fine."
"Yes, put on a helmet and get someone in."
"I'm going to knock that bastard down this time!"
They quickly made a phone call.
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"I'll do it!"
A blond strong man, more than two meters tall, but just strong and not fat.
"Mixed Martial Arts - Mike Farke."
He was wearing shorts, shirtless, and holding a huge, airtight helmet! He looked very oppressive.
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"Head, helmet?"
"Wearing a helmet during a fight? This isn't training, why would you wear protective gear?"
Some of the onlookers were stunned and had a lot of questions in their heads.
“No, don’t get me wrong, I guess he’s trying to prevent Lin Bin from spreading lime!”
"Oh, so that's how it is. That makes sense!"
"So, Lin Bin is going to be in trouble?!"
"Haha, of course!"
"Fuck, I've finally waited for this moment. Lin Bin must be in trouble. I've been waiting for a whole day and a half just to see this moment!!!"
People were excited and the reporters were highly focused, ready to start filming at any time.
The audience in the live broadcast room was even more excited, with barrages flying everywhere and gifts thrown crazily.
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But Lin Bin rolled his eyes and muttered, "I think he's scolding me."
Wang Xiaohu: "..., I have the same feeling about this name."
"You're born to deserve a beating."
Lin Bin twisted his neck and said, "Third Brother, let him sign. Tenth Brother, who is this guy?"
"He was in the top 30 at the Southern Province Wushu Exchange last year and was very strong. It's mainly because he was wearing a helmet, so the lime powder probably wouldn't work."
"Oh, you don't have any other special skills?" Lin Bin asked.
He wasn't afraid of any helmets, at most it would just be a little troublesome, but if there were any special skills, he would definitely have to pay attention.
As for whether it is appropriate to inquire about information before the battle.
Hey, what no-holds-barred fighter would fight you unprepared?
So suitable!
"Not really. It's simply high attack, high defense, and decent agility. Hmm... a combination of a warrior and an assassin?"
"I understand now that you put it that way."
"An assassin can't defeat a warrior, not to mention his agility is quite high. In this case, the only way to defeat him is with a tank or a character that is also a warrior."
Wang Xiaohu: “Ah?!”
"Master, please take it easy. I'm just using a metaphor. He's not a real assassin or warrior."
"Master understands."
Lin Bin waved his hand.
"Well, that's fine, but Master, I want to say a few words."
"explain."
"Okay."
Wang Xiaohu ran to the front of the field and said to Mike, or rather, Falcon? Well, actually, to the 'flying live broadcast device' he was carrying: "Dear audience, I know there are tens of millions of you, but don't you feel tired?"
"How many live broadcast rooms have you changed since yesterday morning?"
"They are all younger brothers. Even if they are not tired, you will be tired after changing the live broadcast room!"
"Come to my live broadcast room, the room number is: one seven eight eight six nine. Our master is awesome. I will be here all day long. You don't have to change the live broadcast room anymore."
Mike Falcon: "..., Falcon!"
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