บท 422: Dog Sh*t Luck

"I will lose? Hahaha…"

Song Haiyang laughed so hard that he was rolling back and forth.

After he laughed enough, his voice lowered, and he said firmly, "If I lose, I'll do whatever you want me to do. How about it?"

His eyes flickered with a bright light. He enunciated each word clearly, "As long as what you want me to do is not against my conscience, I'll do it."

"Alright, it's a deal."

Zhao Siman nodded and then gave Song Haiyang a three-five.

This was the rule of the pugilistic world, and also the rule of betting.

After the bet, the two of them looked at the arena together.

The so-called arena was actually the original boxing arena that had been put down again.

There were a total of twenty-one people up there, and they were drawing lots.

Because there were only ten people selected in this round, ten people had to be eliminated in the first round.