I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

Abramovich has not made many shots so far, only seven times.

But because the opponents he faces each time are strong players who have won at least [-] consecutive victories, Abramovich's seven consecutive victories are actually very rich in gold.

Moreover, in all the previous seven games, Abramovich directly used damage to crush the opponent to death!

As for Wiggins, this guy directly broke the record since the establishment of the Red Sea Boxing Stadium, reaching an astonishing forty-nine consecutive victories!

Even if ordinary people were to kill one pig, forty-nine in a row, it would be exhausting.

Not to mention this kind of life and death struggle!

None of those who dare to fight in the boxing ring are parallel imports, because everyone knows that there is no way to cheat here.

Strong is strong, weak is weak.

Weak will die!

Wiggins crushed all the way, unstoppable!

Abu is extremely mysterious and has never been defeated!

That's why this time's duel has become such a grand scene!

Tickets at the front have already reached two million dollars a piece, even for the farthest corner, it costs [-] dollars a piece, and it is still a standing ticket!

No matter who wins or loses, the tickets for this showdown have already made hundreds of millions of dollars for the owner of the Red Sea Underground Boxing Arena.

plus the opening of the gamble

The income this time is higher than the annual GDP of several provinces in the southern country!

From this point of view, it seems understandable why Nanguo has nothing to do with the Red Sea Boxing Stadium, and even sent the police over to maintain order.

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Standing in front of Abramovich, Wiggins, who is more than two meters tall, seems to be condescending like an adult watching a child.

There was a huge difference in physique between the two, but no one was stupid enough to think whoever was bigger would win.

Abu twisted his neck, made a "click" sound, and looked at Wiggins in front of him indifferently.

Many people think that he is the personal bodyguard of the boss behind the Red Sea Boxing Stadium, because someone with such a powerful force seems to be considered the top position in the southern country.

But everyone still guessed wrong.

No one even thought about it in that direction.

A Bu, on the surface, is the bodyguard of the boss of Red Sea.

But in fact he has two hidden identities.

First, he is not a bodyguard, he is the owner of the Red Sea Boxing Stadium!

This boxing gym was originally built with the guarantee of his own strength.

Second, he has another name called Bruce.

Is it familiar?

That's right, he is Bruce, the ghost killer who ranks twenty-sixth on the world killer list!

Just two days ago, he just took over a mission from Donghai's IP address!

The goal of the mission is to assassinate a young CEO whose strength is unknown, but who is at least in the spotlight.

Originally, such a low-level task like this cost nearly [-] million US dollars.Bruce will definitely not participate, because the price of entering Huaguo is too high, and if he is not careful, he may stay there forever!

And his life, let alone more than [-] million, even if it is more than [-] million, [-] million, it is not worth changing!

but this time is different

Bruce raised his head and carefully weighed Wiggins in front of him, surprise flashing across his eyes.

The fighting skills and Sanda skills of the White Bear Kingdom are top in the world. They are more keen on technological improvement in martial arts. The white pig in front of them doesn't seem to have any sense of true energy, but its strength is so strong. Some technological transformations of the country.

Bruce probably knew a little about Wiggins' identity, but he couldn't fully confirm which unit Wiggins served in and why he escaped.

The distance between the South Country and the White Bear Country is too far.

The referee in a suit and tie closed the cage and escaped from the ring!He shouted loudly in English with a southern accent through the wireless microphone: "Then enter the three-minute dialogue time!"

“Wuhu!!!”

"Kill him! Kill him! Wiggins!"

"Bruce, I want to meet this stupid pig, I want to suck his bean curd!!"

"Woooooooooooooooo Wuhu!"

These three minutes of conversation time belonged to the pre-match trash talk session.

The real masters are generally calm, and the trash talk is of no use to them, but the audience loves to hear it.

The more angry the trash talk, the more it can adjust the atmosphere of the scene!

Cheers like a big wave and tsunami swept across the surroundings, but Bruce's face was not affected in any way, and his face remained calm from the beginning to the end.

On the other hand, Wiggins, after hearing such violent and fanatical shouts, an unnatural flush appeared on Wiggins' face, his eyes were bloodshot, and his entire face began to become hideous!