Painful Youth

"Beat him to death, beat him to death," she said, raising him up and kicking his head. "Get up, you piece of trash. You don't even know how to fight back?"

This scene stimulated the hormones that surrounded the people in the iron cage. The crowd followed his loud roar. chubby brother came over and patted my shoulder, "Quickly look over there, it's much more exciting." I … "" I … I followed chubby brother's gaze and looked over. It was a room opposite of ours.

Fei Li raised both of his hands and walked towards Yuan He. Yuan He spat out the blood in his mouth and stood up, the smile on his face became even wider.

Fei Li stretched out his hand and grabbed towards Yuan He's neck like a little chicken. He did not expect Yuan He's hand to actually dare to grab towards him. Fei Li was shocked, and wanted to retract his hand, but just at this time, Yuan He's hand had already wrapped around Fei Li's arm, and with a powerful kick, he lifted his leg to kick Fei Li's crotch.

My body reacted by tightening its grip on my legs.

"Ah!" Fei Li's angry shout came from the stage, as Yuan He's entire person was stuck on his body as he crawled towards Fei Li's back.

How could Fei Li bear being ridden like that, adding the fact that he was the one being stepped on, he grabbed onto Yuan He's neck and swung him out with all his might?

Yuan He rode on top of Fei Li's neck, and his entire person was even hanging on top of Fei Li's head. The moment Fei Li grabbed onto his leg, he bit off one of his ears.

"Ah, ah, ah, you bastard." Fei Li shouted in pain. In his previous fights, he had never encountered such a hoodlum fighting style. Now, he only wanted to pull Yuan He off his body.

Someone began to climb up the barbed wire. "Goddamn you, sneak attack." "Fuck you, motherfucker, not a man." Some of the people who bought Yuan He also started to shout loudly, "Bite him to death, bite his neck to pieces!"

Yuan He forced himself to spit in Fei Li's face and spat out one of his ears. Whether it was his own or Fei Li's, it was unknown whether the blood in his mouth was his own, but his left hand was holding Fei Li's neck and his two feet were stuck tightly together. As Fei Li tried to wipe the blood off his face, he raised his right hand and used his two fingers, bent them into an eagle's shape, and started digging into Fei Li's eyes.

Fei Li was bitten in a row on the ear, making his lower body go limp. Caught off guard, Yuan He would still be able to see through him. With both of his eyes being clawed by Yuan He, he painfully let go of the hand that was grabbing Yuan He, and his entire body knelt on the ground, screaming in anger.

Yuan He let go of Fei Li and jumped down from his body. Seeing the two streams of blood and tears flowing out of Fei Li's eyes, he spat out saliva that was filled with blood foam and directly spat on Fei Li's face.

Fei Li half knelt on the ground, both his hands clawing wildly, wanting to pull Yuan He over and tear him into pieces just by touching a single part of Yuan He's body. Yuan He was only moving around, taking advantage of the gap between them to whip Fei Li's head.

Finally, Yuan He found a chance to kick Fei Li in the temple. Fei Li's entire body fell on the stage and his entire body was bleeding miserably. Yuan He walked over, stepped on Fei Li's head and raised his hands, his face still smiling as he looked at the crowd outside the iron cage.

"Like I said, a smiling person is not someone to be trifled with." I turned my head to look at chubby brother, who was still watching the blurry live broadcast.

"What?" Finished? Who won? " chubby brother lowered his head and looked at the stage, "Fuck, why can't I stop myself from hitting this big white sweat? I still want to bet more on his next game. "

The man in front of him seemed to have finished as well, and the two figures lying on the glass slid down. chubby brother clicked his tongue and said: "To be honest, it's not really nice to watch."

"Are you done running out of Saint's time? After reading it, don't you think it looks good? " I looked at the time and said, "The next match should probably be A Xiu's, that brat."

chubby brother squeezed beside me and lit a cigarette, "Then what about that Thai Boxing King? "When do I go up?"

"How should I know when your Thai boxer is coming up?" I sat down, and the crowd seemed to grow even more enthusiastic as I watched the people on the platform cleaning up the traces. As expected, humans still had the nature of beasts, and once they saw blood, they would be released.

"Gu A, Gu A." Gu A, Gu A. "

Some people below were shouting out the names of the fighters who were going to fight in the next round. chubby brother immediately stood up when he heard it. Isn't this the Thai boxing king I'm going to beat? I didn't expect so many people to have eyes as sharp as mine. "

The black skinny Gu A pushed his way through the crowd and entered the cage. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he raised his head and placed his hands together in front of us to protect us. The smile on chubby brother's face became even wider. How did he know I'd bet on him? Is this to let me feel at ease? "

"I don't think he was greeting you." I saw that someone in the room next to ours had opened the window, wearing a mask. I couldn't see the person's face clearly, so I nodded towards Gu A.

"Tsk." chubby brother laid on the glass window, trying to see the person next door clearly. The window next door was already closed, so he couldn't see anything.

From the other side of the stage, A Xiu, who looked like he only had half a life left, suddenly looked very demonic under the illumination of the only light.

"It's actually the person you think will win against my country's boxing king?" chubby brother giggled as he looked at me as if he had bet on Taiguo Fist King to win.

"This stage isn't for drawing lots?" I turned my head to ask as chubby brother slid twice on the board for me to see. Victory versus victory. If you keep going onstage, you can choose not to fight. "Just give up on the magnification."

The cage on the stage was already locked up. A Xiu and the Thai fighter Gu A had won three consecutive matches, but Gu A's condition was still much better than A Xiu's unknown.

He had just met A Xiu and his sister below. He must be really short of money now, or else he wouldn't be so reluctant to drag himself onto the stage with half his life on the line.

Ding. The bell rang. Gu A got up from his cross-legged position and changed his stance to standing, then he assumed the posture of a fist striking straight towards his opponent. A Xiu who was at the side leaned on the iron net and pressed his thumbs to his temples.