After Gu Ze finished signing, he was taken to the preparation area by a group of men in black and surrounded him tightly for fear that he would run away. Gu Ze just smiled helplessly.

"Brother Zhang Ying, will the cold-faced God of War overturn his car?" After Gu Ze left, Zhang Ran felt more and more uneasy in his heart. He bit his finger and a trace of worry appeared on his face, thinking whether he had been too impulsive just now.

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"Don't worry, Cousin Zhang Ran, the cold-faced God of War is second only to me in strength, and has maintained a winning streak of twenty games. He will not be defeated so easily!"

"And even if the cold-faced God of War misses, I will still be so angry for you!"

Hearing Zhang Ying's answer, Zhang Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bang bang!"

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

"Squeak!"

The door was opened, and a man wearing a silver mask walked in. It was the cold-faced God of War that the two were discussing!

"It really means that Cao Cao and Cao Cao have arrived." Zhang Ying laughed and said, "How? But it has set a new record?"

The cold-faced God of War touched his shoulder and said calmly: "It's a little injured, nothing serious!"

"That's good, I'll work hard and have another fight!"

Zhang Ying handed Gu Ze's information to the cold-faced God of War.

"Gu Ze..."

The cold-faced God of War looked at the information above and said, "My left shoulder is slightly injured. I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in this battle!"

"What?" Before Zhang Ying could speak, Zhang Ran yelled and said in a high voice: "You have to fight this game, otherwise I won't be able to spare you!"

"Whoa!"

The cold-faced God of War's cold gaze instantly fell on Zhang Ran, making her shiver.

"My cousin Zhang Ran has been naughty since she was a child, don't be offended!" Zhang Ying quickly smoothed things over for Zhang Ran.

This cold-faced God of War has a withdrawn personality. If it wasn't for money, he wouldn't work hard for him. Zhang Ying usually coaxes him to come.

"I know you have suffered some injuries, but Gu Ze's strength is just a show-off. I tested it just now, and with your strength, one move is enough to defeat him!"

"When it's done, I'll give you twice the price!"

Zhang Ying stretched out two fingers.

The cold-faced God of War didn't react at all to the previous words. When he heard that twice the price was mentioned later, the cold-faced God of War's eyes lit up.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Simple, just follow the rules of the boxing market and let him lie down!"

"Yes, but it will cost three times the price!" The cold-faced God of War said firmly, as if he would turn around and leave once Zhang Ying refused.

"Okay, you go and rest first. The battle will begin in ten minutes!" Zhang Ying agreed without thinking about it.

"Yeah." The cold-faced God of War looked deeply at Zhang Ran as he left.

"What are you looking at? If you look again I'll dig out your eyes!" After seeing the cold-faced God of War leaving, Zhang Ran waved his hands.

"Brother Zhang Ying, I want him to disappear!"

Zhang Ying did not pamper Zhang Ran this time. He shook his head and said: "Now is not the time. The big economy of the boxing market still needs to be supported by him!"

"I don't care, I must make him disappear. I don't want to see him again!" Zhang Ran stamped his feet with a arrogant look on his face.

"Okay, after this period of time, I'll do whatever you want!" Zhang Ying looked helpless and had no choice but to agree to Zhang Ran's request.

"Hee hee! I knew Zhang Ying loved me the most!" Zhang Ran hugged Zhang Ying's arm, not being as arrogant as before.

"When will you stop being so naughty?" Zhang Ying shook his head helplessly.

"Why should I accept it? Anyway, you and my father are protecting me, so what should I be afraid of?" Zhang Ran held his head high, with a look of pride on his face.

"Forget it, it's almost time. Let's go and see how that blind boy died!" Zhang Ying said.

"Brother Zhang Ying, it is too easy for him to let him die like this. Let the cold-faced God of War cripple him. I want him to be my dog!"

Zhang Ran's beautiful face was full of sinister looks.

"Okay, it's up to you. You can do whatever you like when the time comes!"

"Hehe, Brother Zhang Ying is so good!"

"Gentlemen and ladies! In order to thank everyone for their enthusiastic participation, the official has temporarily decided to add another competition!"

"The cold-faced God of War vs. Gu Ze!"

The host wearing a triangular mask lit up the atmosphere with his passionate voice.

"It's really strange that the cold-faced God of War actually fought twice in one day!"

"Yes, you can't miss this, but who is this Gu Ze?"

"Gu Ze? Gu family? I've never heard of this family!"

"Do you still have to think about it? He must be a bumpkin who ran away from somewhere. He wants to make a name for himself, but it's a pity that he picked the wrong opponent!"

"Everyone, as usual, pick up the betting machine in your hand and vote for the player you support!"

Under the enthusiasm of the host, everyone took out their betting machines and started pressing them.

"For those who haven't started yet, please start as soon as possible, there are still five seconds left!"

"five…"

"Four…"

"one…"

"Okay! Let's take a look at the support rates of both parties first!"

"Buzz!"

Four machines suddenly floated around the arena, slowly converging into a screen. Images of the cold-faced God of War and Gu Ze appeared on the screen, with the support rates of both sides written below.

"Wow, the support rate of the cold-faced God of War is as high as 99%! Breaking the record of support rate in the boxing market again, let us cheer for the cold-faced God of War!"

"Cold-faced War God Ox!"

"The cold-faced God of War is invincible!"

"He is worthy of being the God of War in the boxing market, he is ruthless!"

"Hey!" the host said softly, drawing everyone's attention to the screen again.

"Facing the most dominant cold-faced god of war in the boxing market, this fledgling Gu Ze actually still has a support rate of 1%! Who is attracted to him?"

"Who is so blind? He actually supports a newcomer?"

"I don't know, but there are times when he cries!"

"Haha, when the wallet is deflated, he won't even have time to cry!"

The support rate in the underground boxing market is not useless. People can earn some benefits from the players they support, as long as they win!

"Brother Ying, who is this person?" Zhang Ran looked confused.

"Who else could it be?" Zhang Ying pointed to Liu Shuangshuang in the distance.

"It's her!" Zhang Ran looked surprised, and then said in a sinister voice: "This bitch, her face was disfigured in a short time, and she was given to the photo studio, making her life worse than death!"

On the side, Liu Shuangshuang held the bettor tightly with both hands and secretly prayed for Gu Ze in her heart.

"Okay, let us look forward to it next, whether it will be the cold-faced God of War who has the highest support rate who will win, or whether it will be the newcomer who will break the rule of the God of War!"

"Countdown, ten..."

"Nine…"

"eight…"

When the count reached eight, everyone also started shouting together, and the shouts were so loud that they were about to tear down the roof.

"three…"

"two…"

"one!"

"We invite two contestants to appear!"

"boom!"

Flames suddenly shot up around the arena, spreading like waves, and circles of white mist rose into the air.
Chapter completed!