Finally, on the fourth day.
The competition was held as scheduled. Even before the competition.
If a contestant got into an accident, the competition would still be held as usual.
Even if another contestant had to withdraw, it would still be announced by the host in the arena.
After all, the tickets for the competition had been sold long ago. Even the broadcasting rights had been sold to the TV stations.
So, they still had to go through the motions.
Very few people came today. Less than 20% of the seats were occupied.
After all, before the competition, a contestant was attacked and couldn't participate.
This naturally led to the other contestant automatically advancing.
Aiken was Tiger's opponent this time.
He could be said to be the biggest beneficiary of this incident.
There were rumors that Tiger's injury had something to do with him.
But there were also rumors that it was the banker at the peripheral betting area who did it.
It was just that most of these rumors did not have any solid evidence.
Of course, Aiken was still quite happy that he could automatically advance.
Ben Frode was sitting in the audience.
In ten more minutes, he would have a few million dollars in his account.
Was there anything more pleasurable than this?
Just then, the host called Aiken onto the stage.
When he went up, some people cheered and some booed.
Most of them weren't Aiken's fans. They might not even have heard of Aiken.
Most of them were gamblers. Their cheers and boos.
They either won or lost money because of Aiken.
The host continued, "Because everyone knows, our other strong contestant, Tiger, can't participate in this competition, so …"
"Wait," a voice suddenly interrupted the host.
Tiger strode out of the tunnel and shouted in a loud voice, "Who said I can't participate?"
The audience was in an uproar. Ben's expression changed drastically.
What happened? Why was Tiger standing there, perfectly fine?
Why wasn't he injured at all?
Ben wasn't the only one who couldn't accept it. Aiken, who'd been ready for victory, also had an ugly expression.
Why was this damned black guy standing there?
Shouldn't he be in the hospital?
The host was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted.
"Welcome, our warrior, Tiger."
"Roar … Tiger, you're the best!"
"Kill that bastard."
The audience cheered.
Tiger walked onto the arena. The host walked over to Tiger. "Tiger, can you tell me why you're still standing here?"
Tiger took the host's microphone. "I know some of you want me to moan on the ground, but I want to tell some of you that schemes don't work on me. I will use my fists to crush all schemes! I will let you know that no one can stop me from picking up that golden belt. "
"Very good. A courageous declaration." The host patted Tiger.
He was also a veteran in this industry, so he knew what Tagore was implying.
Ben's face darkened even more.
Tiger's words were clearly directed at him.
"F * ck!" Ben Freud threw the bottle of mineral water in his hand towards the arena.
However, the water seemed to have splashed onto the person beside him.
Ben glanced at his side. It was an Asian.
Chen Zhao was expressionless at first. He just glanced at Ben and didn't plan on being serious.
But Ben glared at him angrily. "What are you looking at, Asian monkey?"
Whoosh —
Chen Zhao dragged Ben down from his chair.
His head was pressed against the seat in front of him.
"What did you say? Say it again. "
"Kid, do you know who I am?"
Slap —
Chen Zhao slapped Ben. "Is it so hard to say sorry?"
Ben regretted that he didn't bring his lackeys with him.
Otherwise, he would definitely beat this Asian monkey until his teeth fell all over the floor.
This was the spectator stand for boxing matches. People who came here were all violent people.
It was even more common for fights to break out in the audience seats.
No one took it seriously at all. This kind of thing happened a few times in every match.
"Sorry."
Ben Freud gave in, at least for the time being.
"Louder."
"Sorry."
"Louder."
"Sorry."
"Not bad. One more time."
"…"
After torturing Ben for a while, Chen Zhao finally let him go.
Ben was furious, but he couldn't beat Chen Zhao.
So, he chose to change seats and stay away from Chen Zhao.
Thankfully, there were a lot of empty seats today.
Chen Zhao pursed his lips. Standing up, he yelled, "Tiger, kill him!"
Ding —
The match began.
"Black Devil," Aiken said provocatively. "I'll kill you."
Tiger got into a stance. Stepping forward, he attacked like lightning.
He raised his hand. Bang —
The noisy scene a moment ago quietened down in an instant.
Everyone's jaws dropped. They stared at Tiger and Aiken, who had been sent flying out of the ring with a single punch.
The referee was dumbfounded. It was over?
That was it?
"No one!" Tiger yelled. "No one can stop me with schemes! No one … "
"Tiger!"
"Tiger!"
"Tiger!"
There were only a thousand people in the audience, but they shouted like ten thousand people.
Everyone was chanting Tiger's name.
Those who won were like this. Those who lost were also chanting Tiger's name.
Tiger's punch was too amazing.
It could definitely enter the top ten of the annual boxing matches.
This was the charm of boxing.
This was the shock brought about by the sense of domineering power.
KO was a boxer's best interpretation of strength.
"Tiger, Tiger, Tiger!" Chen Zhao was also affected by the atmosphere. He cheered for Tiger.
There was only one person at the scene, and his face was filled with displeasure.
He was very unhappy because he'd lost a few million dollars.
No, it was close to ten million.
The bets he'd received earlier had reached three million. According to the 1.7 odds, he'd have to pay over five million.
Then there was the later half a million. According to the 7.5 odds, it was around four million.
Tiger's punch had made him lose over nine million.
How could Ben be happy?
Tiger had to die. This Black Devil had to die!
Not far away, Chen Zhao also received a call from Gaia.
"Chen, I received the money."
"The dealers are really efficient," Chen Zhao said, surprised. Surprised, Chen Zhao said, "I thought they would drag it out or even go back on their word."
"It's all electronic now. They can't drag it out even if they want to."
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