"Ouch, ouch, feels good, feels so good. I say, Brother Shen, you're really a lucky star, huh? First time buying, and you hit the jackpot. Tonight, all thanks to you, your big brother here can properly enjoy this."
At the foot massage parlor, after watching the first match, Xiaofan earned three thousand six hundred and brought two colleagues here to enjoy themselves.
The scene on the ring was a bit bloody. In general, the two people were fighting fiercely to knock each other down for victory.
Of course, the death rate wasn't as terrifying as Liu Peng previously said. It's just that those without enough strength have a much higher chance of dying here.
Tonight, the skills of the two fighting on the ring were far from the assassins of Red Butterfly. However, how could such underground black boxing be so blatant? What's the secret behind it?
"Huh? Money? Anyway, it's earned to be spent. Thanks to you bringing us here tonight, otherwise, I wouldn't have earned those thousands."
