Heaven-defying gun god system

Chapter 186 Still Invincible

Shandy, who received the call, came to a cafe.

"Mr. Shang." Nars smiled and held out his hand.

"Mr. Niles." Shandy shook hands with the other party.

"Mr. Shang, do you have the confidence to beat these fighters?" Nars took out a few pieces of information.

"One punch at a time, there won't be any accidents." Shan Di was full of confidence.

"Mr. Shang, are you sure?" Nars questioned.

"I punched each of the three fights last night. The strength of these fighters is stronger than the three fighters last night, but they are also limited." Shang Di didn't care.

"Mr. Shang, when are you free?" Nars asked.

"I want to rest for two days, and on Saturday night, I can participate in fighting." Shandi said.

"How about these three opponents?" Nars asked.

"No problem." Shandy nodded.

Nars, the owner of the Bode Fighting Arena, only draws [-]% of the losers each time. In order to make more money, he often adjusts the participating boxers without violating the rules.

For example, two players who are evenly matched, the audience who buys and loses, buys and wins, will be evenly matched.

Nars has always felt that playing fake punches is not a long-term solution. Once it is known, the reputation of Bode Fighting Arena will be ruined. In order to keep the fighting ring in business, he never buys boxers.

The audience's entrance fee and the loser's money can make him a fortune.

If the loser has enough money, he can make a fortune.

The audience's entrance fee, the boxer's appearance fee, the staff's salary, the venue and other expenses, and there is still some left over, which is nothing more than earning more and less.

In this day and age, almost everyone has a mobile phone, and surveillance is everywhere. If a boxer makes a false punch, sooner or later people will know it, which is tantamount to suicidal.

I have seen many fighting rings and boxing rings close down due to bad reputation, and Nars strictly forbids boxers to make fake punches.

The boxers are all arranged by him personally. In the Bode Fighting Arena, there are almost no fake punches.

After chatting with the other party for a while, Shandy drove the tall, big and long pickup truck around along the road.

"Come on Millican, free every day."

Shandi, who was talking to himself, couldn't help muttering when he heard the gunshots in the distance.

"Free America, shootouts every day."

Ignoring the gunshots and calls for help, Shangdi drove away.

"Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, don't care about the frost on others' roofs!"

"This is in the country of America, not in the country of Tang. You can't do things that are just and brave!"

After parking the car in front of a bar, Shandy stepped in.

With a talent for languages, he can easily master a foreign language.

After drinking to find a partner, Shandy, who found nothing, checked out and left the bar.

"Nimma, which bastard actually stole my car?"

Following the smell of the pickup truck, Shandy walked forward quickly.

Half an hour later, he came to an abandoned factory and saw his pickup truck at a glance.

In the United States, as long as you can drive a car, you can go on the road.

The 10,000+ meter gold pickup truck can carry people and goods and kill two birds with one stone.

Looking at the twenty or so dark-skinned Americans, Shandy walked over with a smile.

A young man with a tattoo on his arm asked in a bad tone, "Who are you?"

"Whoever stole my car, stand up!" Shandy said.

"Fake, kill him!" A burly man shouted.

When Shandi stepped forward, he was punched and kicked, and a figure fell to the ground.

"Stop!" A young man wearing a hat pulled out a pistol.

"Within three feet, I'm faster than a gun!" As soon as Shang Di finished speaking, he rushed over like the wind.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and the bullet hit the wall.

Kicking off the opponent's right hand and turning over several others, Shandi took out his mobile phone and made two calls in succession.

Ten minutes later, Nars drove over, and a few minutes later, the American police arrived.

The twenty or so gangsters who stole cars, illegally held guns, and shot were taken back to the police station by the police.

With the help of Nars, Shandy just recorded a statement and drove away.

A person who can open a fighting arena is more or less capable.

For Americans who have bodyguards and lawyers, the United States is equivalent to heaven.

Driving back to the hotel in the pickup truck, Shandy lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Two days later, at 07:30 in the evening, he came to the Bode Fighting Arena again.

Three opponents in a row, all boxers with a winning rate of [-]%.

With one punch, Shangdi gained the title of Invincible.

There are still not many people who are optimistic about him. After three games, he earned more than 200 million gold.

Shangdi, who walked out of the fighting arena, was stopped by a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

Looking at the other party, he frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Shang, I'm Wilson." The middle-aged man introduced himself.

"You want to be my manager?" Shandi asked calmly.

"Yeah." Wilson nodded.

"What good am I?" Shandy asked.

"I have a lawyer's license," Wilson said eloquently.

"Get the contract ready and call me." Shandi gave the other party a business card.

As a professional boxer, if he has a manager, he can participate in more fights.

With nothing else to do, he plans to promote Chinese martial arts.

Even if he doesn't practice and doesn't take longevity pills, his theoretical lifespan is still more than [-] years.

Life is long, and you have to do something meaningful.

Shandy thinks it is good to have an agent, as many things can be done by the agent.

I drove to Chinatown, found a barbecue restaurant, and had a supper.

Driving to a bar, Shandy continued to look for a partner who met the criteria.

"Too much silica gel, no matter how you look at it, something is wrong."

"The famous flower already has an owner, I am late."

The next morning, Shandy came to a university.

"The artificial beauties in Nanli Country don't meet my standards!"

After watching silently for more than an hour, Shangdi drove away.

As a boxer, he doesn't have many fights.

Other boxers are training hard when there is no competition.

When he didn't compete, he didn't want to practice, and he didn't know what to do.

He ended his life by himself, he had no suicidal thoughts.

Life doesn't come easily, and he doesn't want to give up easily.

Just because you can't think of anything to do today doesn't mean you won't have anything to do tomorrow.

A flash of thought at the spiritual level can make him find what he wants to do.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Shang Di, who answered the phone, came to a teahouse.

"Mr. Shang, here is the contract." Wilson took out two contracts.

Shandi read it page by page and signed his name with a pen.

"Boss." Wilson smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Yeah." Shandy shook hands with the other party.

"Boss, here are some information about boxing rings. If you are interested, I will contact you." Wilson laughed.

"Arrange your time, I only play three games a week." Shandi said after thinking about it.

"Yes!" Wilson nodded.

After talking with the other party for more than ten minutes, Shangdi drove away.

"Two percent commission, neither high nor low."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Shandy stepped into the ring and defeated three opponents in a row.

The reputation of being invincible was spread again in the Bode Fighting Arena.

Every opponent was knocked unconscious by his punch, without exception.

Maybe there are too many viewers who are optimistic about his victory. After winning three games in a row, he only earned three 10,000+ meters of gold.

According to the commission of 7000%, Wilson received more than [-] meters of gold.

Two days later, at ten o'clock in the evening, Shandy came to another ring.

Killing the opponent with one punch, he got 5000 meters of gold for the appearance fee and 10,000+ meters of gold for the share.

Boxing matches in the United States, like basketball in the United States, are sought after by countless people.

A slightly larger boxing ring has gaming companies involved.

For smaller boxing rings, the boss personally sits in the village.

In less than three months, Shangdi, who swept all the boxing rings in Tangcheng, had no opponents.

Unlimited unarmed combat, he is one punch, finding an evenly matched opponent is simply as difficult as reaching the sky.

After thinking about it, Shandy and Wilson went to another city.

(End of this chapter)