2875: C2875 What Do You Want from Me

C2875 What Do You Want from Me

The middle-aged manager of the Colosseum, bao Ming, took a deep breath. As he spoke, he nearly vomited blood!

What the f * ck!

So greedy?

His brain couldn't think straight?

Even with this IQ, he still had the face to be a vice domain lord!

The middle-aged manager of the Colosseum, bao Ming, exhaled a mouthful of foul air, and his eyeballs subconsciously rolled around...

He naturally felt extremely violent in his heart. However, he still had to calm down in front of this person in front of him...

After all, his identity and status were already there, which made it very awkward.

No matter how stupid he was, it was enough for him to have a big brother who was the owner!

Thus, the one who had the right to speak in the colosseum was still this person in front of him.

"Then I have to admire hundreds of trillion Low Grade Star Core!"

"This will empty the entire colosseum!"

"Bastard!"

"This is the wealth that I have saved up for so many years! "

"Hu..."

"Huff, huff, huff..."

"It's all this bastard's fault!"

"It's him! It's him! It's all caused by this bastard!"

" His name is Fang Fan, right? "

"Even if this grudge is settled today, just wait, sooner or later... I'll cripple you sooner or later!"

The bones in the lower jaw of the Fighting Beast Arena's deputy field master began to tremble crazily. At this moment, as he spoke, his face was filled with anger.

There was no need to say anything else for now. This feeling had unknowingly followed his breakthrough.

In any case, this was what he was thinking in his heart.

It was very real, and it was even more clear!

"Second Master, now isn't it a matter of who is crippled or who is crippled..."

"The most important thing right now is to resolve the matter..."

"Given our current situation, how should we deal with it!?"

"Those gamblers can charge over at any time."

"Although the defensive strength of our Colosseum isn't weak, it still can't withstand the impact of so many people!"

"Don't forget, that Asura King's Great Uncle Cruel is still there..."

The middle-aged manager of the beast colosseum, bao Ming, licked his lips and honestly said.

Since it had already come to this point, what was the point of saying all this nonsense?

What was the true meaning of it?

That was all!

"Got it!"

"Where did all this nonsense come from!"

"This vice domain lord will deal with it himself!"

The warbeast arena's vice domain lord said to Chang with a face full of impatience.

As he spoke, this Beast Arena's Deputy Field Master, xiangchang, directly rushed to the top of the eighth stage...

"Quickly announce the result!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Isn't this a very obvious situation?"

"This person is dead! Don't you know how to sentence him?"

"What does my warbeast arena feed a trash like you for?"

The Vice Arena Master of the Warbeast Arena went up and cursed in front of his face, and as he spoke, his bearing of gnashing his teeth was extremely realistic.

In any case, this was probably his attitude now.

At this moment, judge He Quan, who was on the eighth Colosseum, had a stupefied expression on his face...

Ah, this...

What kind of intent was he trying to express?

Why can't I understand it?

Can you take it easy?

Can't we be safer in every aspect?

"Deputy owner, you... What do you mean..."

"I..."

"It's so difficult for me..."

Judge He Quan on stage eight was on the verge of tears...

With such an obvious situation, how could he not know how to announce the verdict?

But didn't you express a wave of dissatisfaction in the beginning? That's why I stood here in a panic and was speechless...

And now you came over to make me give a normal sentence, and you're so fierce...

What exactly do you want me to do...

I'm about to go crazy from cooperating with your performance...0

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