After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

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The audience was still unsatisfied and prepared to leave. When they heard that another challenger was coming, they sat back one after another and discussed the method of death of this challenger with laughter.

The host held the microphone and said passionately: So, a new challenger is invited to enter! Can he defeat our warrior and take away the prize? Let's wait and see!

The door to the octagonal cage opened and Su Mo strode out.

His body is not burly, and is even a little slender. Not to mention compared with the host, even the referee's chest muscles are bigger than him.

To be cautious, Su Mo hid his true appearance and wore a headgear similar to that of the Bull Warrior in The Adventures of Jackie Chan, which he bought from the roadside.

And coincidentally, the other headgear was sold out at that time, and this one was the only one left, with a cow actually embroidered on the forehead.

Seeing this, the audience turned their thumbs down and began to boo:

You made me laugh so hard, what a tauren.

Tauren, get out of here, I am a warrior of pure love!

Xigou, are you tired of living and come here to seek death?

Die quickly, don't waste everyone's time!

If you can survive half a minute, I'll call you daddy!

In a black boxing ring, the most annoying thing is a one-sided match.

Unilateral slaughter has no sense of perception, and is no different from killing chickens in the eyes of the audience.

The host watched countless boxings, and one look at Su Mo's figure made him feel that there was no suspense in the match.

But he was very professional and did not forget to joke with the audience to liven up the atmosphere before leaving: I have to leave quickly to avoid the blood of this cow splattering on me.

The host exits.

Su Mo entered the scene.

The cage door is closed.

Referee: Start!

Su Mo's figure disappeared instantly and turned into an afterimage that suddenly appeared in front of the host.

Boom!!! Su Mo's fist pressure detonated the air, the air flow raged, and his fist hit the opponent's door like a heavy cannon.

The host flew backwards and hit the iron cage with a dong sound. Human-shaped ridges were squeezed out of the iron net, the load-bearing columns were greatly deformed, and the entire boxing ring was shaking.

Without looking, Su Mo turned around and kicked open the cage door, taking away the 5,000 monthly coin bounty tied to the pillar.

The whole process took 5.3 seconds.

There was dead silence.

The audience held their breath.

There was only the sound of the host hanging on the iron cage, blood dripping continuously.

His neck was broken by Su Mo's punch, his head was bent 180 degrees to his back, and he was dead.

The audience and the host stared blankly at the bloody boxing ring, unable to recover from the shock.

Su Mo took the money and strode out of the boxing ring.

After a while, he came back, pointed to the audience and asked, Who wanted to claim their father just now?

silence.

Then a guilty voice came from the audience: Dad.

Hey, my son is good! Su Mo left with satisfaction.

In the next two days, Su Mo wore a cow headband and went to seven black boxing gyms.

The process is simple every time.

Come on stage.

Kill instantly with one punch.

Take the money and leave.

The game was over before the spectators found their seats.

In two days, he earned a bounty of more than 30,000 monthly coins.

In the next three days, Sumer began to compete in more advanced boxing matches.

Bounty boxing matches are just an introduction. The rewards of this kind of matches are fixed, and the amount is usually only a few thousand monthly coins. Strong black boxers simply look down on them.

Moreover, if the challenger of the bounty boxing match is defeated, he will die. It is like a colosseum, it is too barbaric, and only the unknown will fight there.

Senior boxing matches are different. The rules are relatively civilized, so no one will die every time. Odds are involved, and the audience can place bets on both boxers.

This kind of boxing match adds financial stimulation to the fist fight. It is as tempting as chemicals, attracting countless people.

Of course, there are multiple parties involved in the game, including loose money, big players, and bookmakers.

The participating black boxers often represent the interests of a certain party, and the final results are also uncertain.

Although the opponents in high-level boxing matches have become stronger, for Su Mo, who has reached the Awakening Intermediate level with both blood codes, the difference is nothing more than the difference between one punch and several punches.

He bet on himself to win every game, and the capital in his hand grew rapidly, and he soon won hundreds of thousands.

In just a few days, Su Mo's reputation as a bull warrior spread throughout a small part of the border black boxing world with his extremely exaggerated achievements and funny bull headgear.

On the sixth day, Su Mo came to the neighborhood controlled by the Red Knife Society.

As soon as he stepped into the black boxing ring and before he chose a match, someone came to him and greeted him in a low voice: Brother Niu, please take a step to speak.

Su Mo and the other party came to a deserted corner.

This was a gangster with a mohawk. He showed a flattering smile, nodded and bowed to Su Mo: Brother Niu, let's get to know each other.

Su Mo pretended to be confused: Who are you?

The gangster said proudly: I belong to the Red Knife Club. Have you heard of Scarface? I'm the boss, I'll hang out with him, and this area is under our control.

Su Mo pretended to be surprised and took the initiative to reach out his hand: Hello, I've admired the Red Sword Society for a long time.

The gangster was flattered and quickly shook hands with Su Mo. Then he leaned close to him and whispered: Our boss has watched your game videos these days, Brother Niu, and is very interested in you. Do you want to make a lot of money together?

Su Mo pretended to be curious: What should I say? What options do you have?

The gangster put his arms around Su Mo's shoulders and whispered in his ear: This boxing ring is owned by the Red Knife Club. We have an ace boxer. You should have heard of him. His name is Simpson, nicknamed The Beast.

Your performance in the past few days has been amazing. Everyone thinks you have what it takes to challenge Simpson, and they want to see a battle between you.

Our boss's idea is this - arrange a game tomorrow for you to play against Simpson. There will definitely be a lot of spectators coming here and betting money on you.

As for you, put some water on it, fight Simpson until the 12th round, and let him knock you out with one punch. Don't worry, we will tell him to hold back and we won't really hurt you.

Su Mo frowned: You mean you want me to give a fake punch?

The gangster patted Su Mo on the back to express comfort and said earnestly: Brother Niu, after you have been around for a long time, you will know that nine out of ten boxing fights are fake.

Everyone comes out to make money. Why are you risking your life? If you like risking your life, you might as well become a mercenary.

The so-called victory or defeat is controlled by the banker behind the scenes. You are so young and powerful, it is a pity and dangerous to be a lone wolf boxer.

After all, no bookmaker wants to see instability in his market, and you don't want to commit suicide by being shot seven times in the back one day, right?

In addition to being comforting, these words also had a somewhat threatening nature.

Su Mo frowned, with an expression of resistance and hesitation.

After the gangster finished speaking hard, he began to speak softly: Besides, losing to Simpson is not embarrassing at all, let alone losing after 12 rounds. Your reputation will not be damaged, and everyone will still respect you.

Brother Niu, you have to think about it. If you want to do well in the boxing ring, you can't do it without a big banker behind you. Now the opportunity is right in front of you, why are you still hesitating?

Su Mo struggled for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said: Afterwards, I will divide the share 73%, and I want the big share.

The gangster didn't counter-offer. It was obvious that the number quoted by Su Mo was within expectations: No problem! Of course the first time we cooperate, the boxer will take the big shot to express our sincerity. But this will not be the case in the future.

Su Mo nodded: Okay, then I'll hang out with Scarface Boss!

The gangster accomplished the big thing, and when he thought about the reward from the boss when he returned, he almost burst into laughter: Happy cooperation, we will be a family in the Red Knife Society from now on! Come, let's talk about the details.