"I can't die."
Gou Jianqiang was a little drunk, but he still mumbled, "I've contacted his aunt, and she's already subscribed to the new student upload service."
"Just didn't, hiccup, tell him."
"You're saying that only with this kind of desperate courage can we go further?"
"I think she just wants to show off."
"belch!!!"
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The next day, night.
The entire punk city was bustling with people and as bright as day.
The lights were bright, the neon lights were flashing, people were coming and going in the streets and alleys, and the same picture appeared on the screens of all sizes outside.
The ring at the Mixed Martial Arts Headquarters!
At this moment, the arena was empty.
Only in the very center, there is a gilded shelf, on which is placed a trophy.
On it, the word 'king' is written on the front in Western and!
On the back, it says 'Mixed martial arts'.
MMA, which stands for mixed martial arts.
Obviously, this match is for the title of King of Mixed Martial Arts.
until Punk City Time, 8 p.m.
Finally, a Western beauty appeared on the stage and started to warm up the atmosphere.
He was wearing hot and sexy clothes, and his attractive figure made countless Western strong men drool. It was a pity that Lin Bin had no interest in this type of person.
Too...too big.
Everyone likes a curvy figure, but too much is as bad as too little.
He still prefers the more well-proportioned figures of Gan Zhi and the big demon, ahem.
"It's time to go."
In the hotel, Sophie came and knocked on the door.
"good."
Lin Bin nodded, put on his sportswear, and set off together.
At the same time, start live broadcast in the group.
Feng Yuxiu: "Is it about to start?"
Zhang Tianzhi: “Looking forward to it!”
Huo Yuanjia: "The group leader will definitely win!"
Huang Feihong: "I really want to go and see it in person."
Mr. Jia Qian: “Me too.”
Xichang Hua: "@加钱居士, are you done with your work?"
Mr. Jia Qian: "No, but I've seen too much gore, so it's always good to cleanse my eyes."
Devil Muscle Man: "Are we on our way to a duel? Molan Star...what a strange place. These architectural styles look quite familiar."
While the group members were communicating, Sophie drove Lin Bin all the way to the lounge.
There is a TV in the lounge where you can see what’s happening in the ring.
Nine o'clock!
Sophie knocked on the door.
"Mr. Lin, it's time for you to come on stage."
"good."
Lin Bin nodded and set off.
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On the stage, the referee was already in place. At this moment, he excitedly said, "Ladies and gentlemen from all over the world! To all the friends in the live broadcast room, good evening!"
"I'm very lucky to be the referee of this battle of kings. I have done my best to judge this match fairly, impartially and openly!"
"Well, the time has come. Let us invite a traditional martial arts master from an ancient Eastern country to defeat the Molan Star Weapon Master, Battosai, in a single battle, and thus become the new King of Weapons..."
"Mr. Lin Bin!!!"
oh! ! !
There was loud cheering at the scene.
“Very enthusiastic.”
Lin Bin was quite surprised.
He thought he would be applauded and cheered at Max's home stadium, but he didn't expect so many people to applaud and cheer?!
He emerged from the east passage, under the spotlight, and walked towards the ring step by step.
He walked neither fast nor slow, with steady steps, in his own rhythm, not affected at all.
However, he was also looking around.
He later discovered that many people in the front row were operating live broadcast equipment, and he even saw Wang Gang among them.
However, he just glanced away and didn't say hello.
Wang Gang was very cooperative and said nothing, and there was no sign of anything unusual.
Lin Bin was not surprised by these people's live broadcasts.
There are too many people on Molan Star, and this competition is definitely a world-class top event. If I were to replace myself with the "financial backer" behind it, it would be normal for me to be more ruthless than him.
As for "anchors" like Wang Gang, after finishing their work, it is estimated that at least half or even more of the tips and other income they receive will go into the pockets of the organizers.
Even 73~
Why is it only 70%?
Hey, 70% of it still belongs to others.
Wouldn’t that be like begging on your knees?
This is really like begging on your knees.
For anchors, media, and reporters, being invited in and allowed to broadcast live is already great news.
free?
There aren't so many free lunches in the world.
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Lin Bin took the stage.
The cheers from the audience stopped.
The referee looked at Lin Bin, and Lin Bin also looked at him: "???"
Afterwards, the referee raised his hand and signaled Lin Bin to perform his "talents", which is also an old "routine" in the boxing ring.
After going on stage, I would laugh to the air a few times to "prove" myself.
However, Lin Bin took one look and slowly shook his head.
Not interested.
“···”
"Whoa!"
There was a burst of booing from the audience.
The referee was speechless and could only say, "Next, let us invite the uncrowned king of mixed martial arts, the strongest mixed martial artist in history, the one with the best physical fitness in the world..."
"Max!"
As he pointed toward the western entrance, the spotlights instantly converged.
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