1286: C1286 Ten to Ten

C1286 Ten to Ten

"Seventy percent discount, oh my god. Boss Fire is using a lot of capital."

Upon hearing this, the delinquent cried out in surprise, "Let me calculate how much I can save on the discount. Wow, wow."

"Scram to the side. This has nothing to do with you. I will remember your introduction."

After drinking away the hoodlum, Gunfire looked at Lin Fann in ridicule and said, "I will keep my word with my words with fire, as long as you prove that you are a Shura."

"Don't you find it laughable to fire at me? Let me prove that I am myself. How can you ask such a retarded question?"

Snorting, Lin Fann gestured to the fighters on the arena: "Don't you like watching black punches? We can do it in a different way."

"What way?"

GunfireInTheWorld felt that things were getting more and more interesting. "I just happened to have some free time today, so I can play with you for a while."

"The method is very simple. I will go up and fight a black fist art for you to see."

Lin Fann narrowed his eyes and gestured: "Of course not one on one. This is too boring."

Just as he wanted to mock Lin Fann, he was rejected by Lin Fann. Fire Blast was stunned: "Do you want to fight against two?"

"One dozen, ten, and in two minutes."

"What do you think?" Lin Fann asked.

One versus ten, and in two minutes!?

After reacting to the gunfire, the look in their eyes towards Lin Fann changed. They no longer looked down on him as before. It didn't matter whether this brat was an Asura or not, just his courage of not being afraid of death was worthy of praise.

"Kid, don't lose your life because of a moment of impulse."

After looking at Lin Fann from beginning to end, Gunpowder nodded his head and said, "I will handle this duel. I hope that you are really Asura."

Of course, this was just comforting words. To a person who was about to die. The so-called Underground Black Fist, other than not being able to bring weapons onto the stage, could use all of the other moves as well.

Hitting one's head, attacking one's vital parts, etc. These insidious moves could be used. On the ring, the only thing to do was to hit the opponent until he couldn't get up.

After communicating with the person in charge, the person in charge agreed after being slightly surprised. A 1v10 fight between black fists could greatly increase one's popularity, so why not?

Clang clang …

The bell rang, and the fighters on the stage stopped moving. They looked at the stage in confusion. The excited audience immediately turned to look at the organizers with resentment.

"Why did you suddenly stop when you were just watching?"

"Keep calling, don't stop. I bet on it."

"To stop at such an important moment, something must have happened."

Waves of discussions kept going on and on. Everyone looked at the host in confusion, waiting for the host's explanation.

"Let me tell everyone a piece of good news. Our black market's competition is an impromptu match and it's a battle of great disparity in strength."

After receiving the news, the host excitedly held the microphone and shouted, "One against ten, do you want to watch?"

If they were complaining just now, then when they heard the host's words, they all looked at each other. In the next moment, cheers filled the entire room.

"One versus ten, if this isn't a free-for-all, then one versus ten, haha."

"No wonder it had to be suspended. This match made my blood boil."1

"With such a disparity in power, the stakes must be huge."

After the excitement, everyone thought of the key point. What was the proportion of the compensation? How much should they bet on such a disparity in strength?

Soon, the bets were placed on a small blackboard and the payout ratio was written on it. The odds on winning were 1: 8.5, and the odds on winning were 1: 1.1.

A ratio of 1: 8.5 was not common in the underground black market. For a moment, everyone was in a state of mind. This was a chance to get rich, a huge chance to get rich.

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