Chapter 859 The Game Begins

Everyone at the scene was stunned when they saw this scene, and their eyes turned red at the same time.

This is the cohesion of the Chinese people!

"Zhong Shen, Zhong Shen, Zhong Shen..."

The people watching around also waved their fists and shouted loudly.

At first, there were dozens of people, and gradually it became hundreds of people, thousands of people, and the shouts were deafening and resounded through the sky.

At this time, Chiatu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his forehead kept twitching, his two fists were clenched tightly, and the veins burst out, making a crisp sound of "crunch, crunch!", and he felt his face redder and more painful.

Damn it!

This Zhong Mo is just a singer who sang a few songs and solved a few cases. How could there be so many people helping him?

Chiatu himself has won marathon championships in many cities, and he has never received such high treatment!

It's so unfair!

The big black guys behind him didn't take these Chinese people seriously, but at this moment, they were actually guilty and timid, and had the urge to run away!

Originally, in their view, the Chinese were weak and incompetent, easy to bully, polite to everyone they met, without any dignity, unlike the United States, who would beat anyone who disobeyed them.

This made them gradually lose their awe of China, thinking that as long as they united, they could defeat the Chinese!

But when hundreds of thousands of Chinese gathered together, it was so terrifying!

China and the United States are completely different!

The United States is powerful on the outside and fragile on the inside, but China is gentle on the outside and strong on the inside!

Zhong Mo listened to his name constantly coming from all around, and more and more people supported him, and he was very moved.

He didn't think he had done anything great. To put it bluntly, he just sang a few songs and solved a few cases, but the Chinese people are so honest and kind, they will remember your kindness firmly in their hearts and will never forget it!

Zhong Mo raised his hands to the crowd and said loudly: "Thank you for your support for me, Zhong Mo. I will go all out to defeat them and let them see how powerful we Chinese are!"

"Defeat them, defeat them..."

There were shouts again around.

Chiatu's face turned pale, and he waved his fist fiercely, roaring with a ferocious face: "Zhong Mo, you want to defeat our Alban? It's just a dream!"

"I think we will know soon whether it's a dream or not!"

Zhong Mo didn't even want to say more.

But he was embarrassed next!

There are too many supporters now. There are fifty or sixty people in the Korean country, seventy or eighty people in Xiaozi, and three to five hundred people in China. In addition, more contestants have received the news and are rushing here one after another.

If all these people are present, I'm afraid that the number of people supporting Zhong Mo will reach tens of thousands!

But only one hundred people are needed to bet!

How to divide it?

Isn't this embarrassing for him?

Who should be allowed to go and who should not be allowed to go?

This is a technical problem!

Zhong Mo scratched his head and said to Chiatu in annoyance: "How about this, count all of you one by one. If he loses, you all withdraw from the competition, and you have to run naked around the Kowloon District. As for us, we won't bully you. We will send 400 people, how about it?"

"Zhong Mo, you, you are bullying too much!"

Chiatu was so angry that his teeth were itching and he cursed, "We have already agreed on it, how can it be changed? Don't think that you have more people, you can bully us at will, we will not accept it!"

All of them withdraw from the competition, and they have to run naked around the Kowloon District?

How is this possible?

Wait!

Why do I feel a little nervous and uneasy?

Will Alban lose to Zhong Mo?

Unless I am crazy!

"If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do!"

Zhong Mo shrugged his shoulders, turned around, bowed deeply to the many contestants who supported him, and said very respectfully: "I, Zhong Mo, would like to thank everyone for their support!"

"Mighty Zhong, mighty Zhong!"

Everyone shouted again.

"But there are too many people supporting me, and the bet between me and him only needs one hundred contestants, so I have a suggestion, to draw sixty contestants from the Chinese contestants, and twenty contestants from the Korean country and Xiao Ri Zi respectively."

"This method is acceptable!"

Everyone thought about it and accepted this suggestion!

After all, the number of contestants from China is more than one hundred times that of the Korean country and Xiao Ri Zi. It's already very good to be able to give them twenty places. What else do you want?

Zhong Mo saw that everyone agreed, and then laughed again: "As for how these people choose, it depends on everyone!"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then they woke up.

Zhong Mo now only needs one hundred contestants as a bet, so how to choose depends on everyone, he won't interfere!

The Korean side is very simple, rock-paper-scissors, and the winner becomes the bet.

Xiaori's side is even simpler and cruder. Kishida Masanobu asked these people to close their eyes, and then shouted to raise their hands. The side with the least hands raised wins!

China's side is even simpler, just draw lots. Whoever draws the lot goes!

In just five minutes, Zhong Mo gathered a hundred contestants!

Each of the 100 contestants had a bright and proud smile on their faces, as if they were not the bets, but the winners, while those who were not selected hung their heads, as if they were abandoned!

But there was no way!

This is the cruelty of competition!

Fu Luo was not idle either, and directly asked the staff to find a human scale and dozens of dumbbells of different weights to prepare for the next competition!

Fu Luo asked the two black guys to walk onto the human scale and weigh themselves!

The first black guy was called Ryder, 205 kilograms.

The second black guy was called Brand, 206 kilograms.

If they each took a 50-kilogram dumbbell, they would reach 300 kilograms!

It was also fortunate that the two of them also did physical training on weekdays, otherwise, they really couldn't lift it.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing!

Zhong Mo and Orben both lay on the ground and got into position. Ryder and Brand each held a dumbbell and sat on their backs. Countless people around them held their breath and watched them quietly, without even a trace of movement.

"The game begins!"

Fu Luo held a stopwatch in his hand, staring at the four of them, and swung his right hand down fiercely.

Ryder and Brand both raised their feet at the same time, putting all their weight on Zhong Mo and Orben, and they both put away their left arms at the same time.