Hong Zhijie also noticed this scene and smiled awkwardly at He Sheng: "Mr. He, don't mind, Manager Liang is a more vigilant..."

He Sheng smiled without saying anything, and didn't say much.

After a while, He Sheng found that the staff member walked onto the audience stage and stood upright a few meters away from He Sheng, intending to monitor He Sheng.

On the ring, the two boxers were in their positions. As the bronze bell rang on the ring, the two wrestled together.

The young man He Sheng bet is named Zhou Xiaobo. He seems to be working out regularly, but boxing is not very good. He is covered in muscles, but his explosive power is not strong at all. Overall, he must have practiced boxing, but he is still far from his professional level.

At the beginning, Zhou Xiaobo was punched several times by the other party. The opponent's fist was very hard, and the fist style even felt like Muay Thai. He was good at using elbow strikes. Within less than a minute of fighting between the two, He Sheng discovered that Zhou Xiaobo and the other party were not at the same level at all.

"Mr. He, it seems that you bought the wrong person. This person is not very good." Hong Zhijie said with a smile.

He Sheng also smiled: "I mainly bought it by looking at the high odds. Besides, before the game, there was only a lot of data, and it was not easy to analyze who could win and who could lose."

This is no longer a fake punch. Even if Zhou Xiaobo plays it really, he will never be able to beat the other party.

Hong Zhijie nodded: "Mr. He is right."

"It doesn't matter. These 50 million are considered to apologize to your casino." He Sheng said with a smile again.

Hong Zhijie didn't say anything anymore and looked quietly on the ring.

At this time, the blonde Yue man knocked his elbow back and slapped Zhou Xiaobo hard in the face. Zhou Xiaobo's fist was still in the air, and his whole body suddenly hit the ground.

With an elbow, Zhou Xiaobo was knocked to the ground.

The referee standing on the ring began to squat in front of Zhou Xiaobo for a countdown.

Zhou Xiaobo's expression was painful, he vomited blood bubbles in his mouth, and wanted to support himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not stand up again.

The ten-second countdown ended, and the referee lifted the blonde Yue man.

The audience screamed in surprise on the stage, and many people were cheering.

They were not cheering that the boxing match was too exciting, but that they were cheering that they had won the money.

He Sheng also knows the business model of the boxing ring. If you want to make money for a long time, most of the time, the boxer who most people bet will definitely win. However, in a small number of times, the boxer who bets more people will lose.

This is calculated based on the overall bet ratio. In short, it is impossible to lose money in every boxing match in the boxing ring.

Several staff members came on stage and helped Zhou Xiaobo up from the ground.

However, as the few people were about to help Zhou Xiaobo out of the ring, Zhou Xiaobo broke free from several staff members, then rushed behind the blonde-haired Yue man and kicked him in the butt.

When He Sheng saw it, Zhou Xiaobo looked arrogant, as if he was scolding something.

Then, Zhou Xiaobo in the ring raised his right hand to He Sheng, clenched his right hand into a fist, as if declaring his victory.

After this boxing match, this kick was Zhou Xiaobo's only counterattack was successful. He raised his fist to tell He Sheng that he did not lose.

He Sheng understood what this young man meant.

But at this moment, the blonde man turned around, looked at Zhou Xiaobo with a fierce look on his face, and swung his fist and rushed towards Zhou Xiaobo.

With a punch, Zhou Xiaobo fell to the ground. The blonde man had no intention of giving up, and turned over and sat on Zhou Xiaobo's body, swinging his fists to hit Zhou Xiaobo's face with all his strength.

He Sheng's face gradually became a little cold. No staff member on the ring stopped him, and even the referee stood aside and watched the show.

"Supervisor Hong, isn't this over? Why are you still fighting?"

Hearing this, Hong Zhijie chuckled: "This ignorant boy is obviously over, and he deserves to provoke him."

"But if you continue to fight like this, you may be killed." He Sheng said calmly.

Hong Zhijie was stunned, but when he saw He Sheng's expression was very calm, he replied freely: "Oh, Mr. He shouldn't know anything. In our boxing ring, there are people who are beaten to death almost every now and then, so it's better to get used to it."

He Sheng was silent.

He quietly looked at Zhou Xiaobo on the ring with his hands spread flat on the ground. His fist was quickly patting the back of the blonde man's neck. This was a way for a boxer to surrender and admit defeat.

When a boxer is locked in the throat or cannot resist and wants to admit defeat, gently pat the ground with his hands or slap the other person's hand, which is to admit defeat.

However, the blonde-haired Yue people did not mean to stop.

Time seemed to be frozen, and more than ten seconds, it seemed like a century had passed.

It was not until Zhou Xiaobo, who was lying on the ground, did not react at all that the blonde man stood up, raised his hands, and roared at the audience stage in cheering.

Zhou Xiaobo's body was dragged down by several staff members, and the ring was covered in blood.

He Sheng's expression was still very calm, but under the young face, his deep eyes were quietly looking at the direction of the ring.

"Mr. He, smoke a cigarette?" Hong Zhijie handed over a cigarette.

He Sheng smiled slightly, took over the cigarette handed over by Hong Zhijie, and then Hong Zhijie took out a lighter to light the cigarette for He Sheng.

He took a strong breath, and the spicy smell of smoke turned back and forth in his throat. He Sheng stood up.

Hong Zhijie glanced at He Sheng, looked puzzled, and asked, "Mr. He, are you going out?"

He Sheng held a cigarette in his mouth, smiled, and said, "The fight has been completed. Isn't it an hour and a half between a boxing match? Could it be that he is sitting here?"

"That's right, then what Mr. He wants to do, I'll arrange it for you." Hong Zhijie also stood up.

He Sheng turned around and turned his back to the direction of the ring. He pretended to think, and then said, "Please arrange a younger little sister for me and prepare a room by the way."

Hearing this, Hong Zhijie understood the gods and smiled: "No problem, Mr. He comes with me."

After saying this, Hong Zhijie walked in front of He Sheng.

He Sheng turned around and looked in the direction of the ring. The smile on his face almost frozen in an instant, his eyes were like swords, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes!

I thought it was just an ordinary boxing match, but He Sheng never thought that just one word of his own killed this young man in his prime.

If he hadn't said what he said to him, he could have given up and walked off the ring with injuries, received a commission of one million, and never came to this place again.

He won the last trace of dignity, but lost his life.

This is the most unfair thing in life. Some people are born noble, while others have their lives like grass.

I don’t know how many lives this casino has killed.

He Sheng’s principle of being a human being is that he will never stand idly by when things are unfair.

This casino is over!
Chapter completed!