One is thirty years old, the other is eighteen. It's hard to tell who might be stronger, but that's not the point. The point is that someone is going to be humiliated.
Soon, both were ready.
In the previous match, the loser was carried away, leaving the victor to celebrate onstage, one arm around a beauty, the other holding a giant prize from bets.
When Wen Yu came out bare-chested, he was wearing a mask on his face.
Ghost Face Mask.
He wasn't in a position to show his face, not wanting anyone to see him.
The new fighter stepped onto the stage, and the crowd began cheering and screaming, placing bets on who might win.
Compared to the slimmer figure of Wen Yu, the opponent looked more robust. At this point, he put in his mouth guard, put on his boxing gloves, and glared at him fiercely. It seemed that at this point, it couldn't be him who died.
In the front row, Jiang Cheng also found a seat, watching the scene with interest.
