Chapter 224 Who Else?

"Huh." Claire looked at Howson a few times, and suddenly exclaimed: "He's injured!"

Tang Fang woke up when he heard the words, and looked up. Sure enough, Hao Sen had a bruise on his left cheek, his jaw was to the right, and there were a few scratches under the base of his ears, not to mention his hands. But fortunately, it's just some skin trauma, not to mention that this product has the ability to regenerate at a high speed, so there's nothing to worry about.

At this moment, he suddenly sympathized with Howson's opponent. To put it bluntly, the underground boxing world is a place full of violence, blood, ruthlessness, cruelty, almost a battlefield. Boxers don't even have the most basic protection, no mouthguard, no gloves, and even the stakes are not padded.

In such a fighting environment, serious injuries and even death are common occurrences. Generally, boxers will sign a "death contract" before going on stage. If the boxer unfortunately dies in the ring, no one will be punished by law, and the organizers only need to pay a small pension.

In fact, for the profession of boxers, especially underground boxers, their situation is not much better than that of front-line soldiers. Unless there is no way out, no one will jump into this pit of fire. Of course, there are exceptions for second-hand goods like Howson.

Human nature has always been complex and changeable, with flashes and darks. Just like these audiences, blood will bring them joy, death will bring them excitement, and the wildness in their bones will make them excited and enjoyable. However, when they come home, they are likely to change into a good husband, a good father, and a dutiful son.

"It's strange if you don't get injured." Tang Fang was distracted, Grant shook his head, pointed at the guys with bruised noses and swollen faces at the entrance of the contestants, and said: "The injuries on those people, without exception, are all his masterpieces. "

No wonder... Tang Fang was sweating profusely. No wonder the cursing in the auditorium was like a tide, but it turned out that this guy defeated more than a dozen boxers in a row in a short time, so it's no wonder the audience in the stands who lost the bet didn't curse. If you want him, he will scold you too!

"Who else?" Seeing several staff members carrying the unconscious opponents to the player's aisle, Howson turned his head and slowly scanned the audience. Stretch out your thumb and swipe down: "Which one is not convinced? Just come." As soon as he opened his mouth, he could smell the smell of alcohol a few meters away.

How much alcohol did this guy drink? Emotions are splashed with alcohol.

Tang Fang couldn't help frowning. Claire also moved her nostrils lightly, and there was a look of sullenness on her pretty face.

Guessing what they were thinking from their faces, Grant said with some embarrassment, "5 bottles of strong tequila. Plus a barrel of dark beer."

Claire gave him a blank look: "Why don't you stop him from ordering, drink so much!"

"I...I..." Grant said "I" for a long time without saying anything.

He won't tell a few people, it's because a shopping mall on the opposite corner is celebrating its anniversary, and all the products are 30% off. He left Howson and ran to the night market alone, only to find that the goods contained five bottles of tequila and a barrel. The dark beer is down.

Seeing him hesitating and evasive, he seemed a little embarrassed and ashamed to speak. Tang Fang didn't intend to ask further questions, after all, the incident had already happened. Problem solving is the top priority right now.

"I'll ask again, who else?" Howson's clamor came from the stage again.

"Go get that shameful guy down for me." Greeting Aros, he pointed at the bastard on the stage who was still unaware.

Aros nodded, slapped the table with one palm, and flew onto the ring: "Me!"

Howson's face was turned opposite. When he heard that someone came to the stage, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, when he turned around and saw the person coming, the expression on his face was wonderful.

Stunned, puzzled, embarrassed. Shocked... All kinds of emotions were kneaded into a ball on his face. He drank a lot of alcohol, 5 bottles of tequila, and a large barrel of dark beer, but that didn't mean he was so drunk that even Aross couldn't tell the difference.

After gaining the ability to regenerate at a high speed, it also has immunity to alcohol. Howson is sober now, sober he can no longer be sober. As for the wine, it just made him more energetic.

"Why is Aros here? Why is he here?" The guy muttered to himself, looking down at the platform, Tang Fang and Claire stood beside Grant impressively. The former was looking at him with a half-smile, while the latter's pretty face was as cold as ice.

"It's broken! Grant is a damned bastard. He actually made a small report." Muttering in a low voice, Howson squeezed out a smile, and said unnaturally: "Ah... Aros, is it you?"

"It's me." Aross replied, pressing his finger bones, and staring at him with a pair of eyes: "Aren't you not having fun yet? Come, let me play with you."

"Fuck him!"

"Give him some color."

"Woo, old guy, we support you, take down that bastard on stage."

There was an uproar in the audience, with applause and whistles one after another. Some spectators had already stood up and shouted loudly towards the ring, and some young ladies shook their big breasts without any shyness, and screamed once or twice towards the ring.

Although they don't know who is on stage, as long as they can defeat the guy who made them lose everything, they don't care who is coming.

Seeing Aros walking towards him with squinted eyes, Howson backed away again and again. Usually, he often "discussed" with this old guy, but without exception, he was defeated.

He was not stupid, he knew that this time Aross came to the stage under the order of Tang Fang, and he could not spare himself lightly. How to do? Have a fight with the old guy? That is simply asking for humiliation!

This guy is a dude, but he has always been a bachelor. When he saw the referee who had retreated to the edge of the ring under Aross' pressing step by step, and glanced at the referee aside from the corner of his eye, suddenly, "Ah", straightened fell to the ground.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, and this sudden scene silenced them all. How is this going? Before the old guy punched, the guy lay down on the ground first, what kind of play was this?

The referee was also dumbfounded and didn't know what to do for a while.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Howson, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, opened his eyes, and suddenly spit out a sentence that made the referee very speechless: "Why are you standing there? Hurry up and count down."

The referee blinked and blinked, but it took a while to realize: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

At this time, Aros straddled Hao Sen on the opposite side with big strides. The guy opened his eyes and quickly shouted: "Five four three two one." Then he raised his hand: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

"Is this guy funny..." All the audience members were stunned. That guy conceded defeat, but why was he extremely upset?

"Disgraceful." Aros raised his leg with a kick.