The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 99

"Is your dog lost?" He Nan asked sympathetically.

"Dead." He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then slowly exhaled: "A thief broke into my house in the middle of the night...and then my dog ​​barked. He was afraid that the dog would wake us up, so he shot the dog to death gone."

"Then...and then?" He Nan frowned.

"Then I fucking killed him with a crossbow arrow." When Bone Spur mentioned this matter, he seemed to still feel his teeth itch: "Bastard, your brain is not working! You don't have enough intelligence to be a fart criminal? It's embarrassing for us... ...Do you really think that a thief has no brains? The ways to make money are written into the prohibition clause of the law, which means that there are thresholds for doing these things! Even if I am not woken up by the dog, he can make such a big noise when he shoots. Won't you wake me up?! Who are you looking down on!"

He Nan almost couldn't help laughing.

Same goes for Shirley.

It should be a very sad story that dogs with bone spurs were killed because of this.

...but the bone spurs made this already harmonious story even more hilarious.

It can be seen that giving the same thing to different people will produce different emotional effects.

"Hmph...it's all in the past." Bone Spur threw away the cigarette butt, crushed it, took out another cigarette, lit it, and smoked: "This fact is unacceptable, and I won't keep it anymore. It's a dog... I'm afraid that this kind of problem will happen again."

"Is that so..." He Nan was a little silent: "Have you thought about starting a new family?"

"Before I kill Frank? Impossible." Bone Spur said coldly: "I don't want to avenge them, how can I find a new woman..."

"Oh." He Nan began to secretly shift his eyes to the cigarette.

"..." Bone spur glanced at him, and then reminded: "What are you thinking? This is not a popping bead."

Wasn't it? !

The matter that He Nan has been very concerned about since the beginning has been answered.

At the same time, the host also began to announce the start of a new round of competition.

At this time, less than 15 minutes had passed since the last game.

There is not enough time for Lien Chan players to recover their physical strength.

The moment the game was ordered to start, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly reached its peak.

Many spectators were cheering frantically, and even stood up from their chairs, and began to howl at the top of their lungs, shouting "Fuck him!", "Smash his skull!" and so on. thing.

Some people were even so excited that they raised their guns and fired wildly at the ceiling, only to be stopped by security.

"This man is sick..." He Nan watched him being kicked aside after being disarmed by the security guards, feeling speechless: "Are you high on drugs?"

"Heh..." Bone Spur looked at the shooter who was being trampled and groaned by everyone, and said in a contemptuous tone, "I guess it was the same. Shabi just shot here... Does this atmosphere need to be fired for fun? "

Although it was shot towards the ceiling, it still caused panic among tourists.

Falling warheads can also injure people.

Although there was a sudden accident, the audience's attention was quickly drawn back to the ring.

The two kept a distance from each other, took a few steps around their opponents, and then rushed towards each other amidst the roar of the audience, starting the first round of fighting.

The man in the cloak struck out with a heavy uppercut, hitting Lian Zhannan's cheek with an uppercut, but Lian Zhannan hit the backhand, ducked to the side, and hit the man in the cloak hard with an uppercut. And he quickly kicked forward, kicking the man in the cloak so that he staggered back.

One group of spectators cheered and cheered for this, while the other group sighed in disappointment, clamoring for him to cheer up and kill his opponent as soon as possible.

It can be seen that betting is indeed the essence of mobilizing the emotions of the audience.

Many people wouldn't be so excited if they didn't have a stake in their own interests.

"Look? When you look at this one, the difference in level is fully exposed." Bone Spur is obviously smiling satisfied because of his wise decision: "I think people are accurate. Anyone who dares to fight has two brushes, and he—he Do you still want to win while wearing a Shabi cloak?"

Do you hate his cloak so much... He Nan secretly complained in his heart: It's not like that.Really ok.

The man in the cloak wiped his mouth, spit, laughed twice, then spread his arms, made a grappling gesture, and flew towards Lian Zhannan.

But Lian Zhannan managed to dodge with a sliding step, and punched the kidney behind him and launched a heavy blow.

Once this trick hits successfully, it will bring severe pain.It may even directly cause coma.

However, the man in the cloak turned around to support his arm, blocked two leg sweeps in succession, swung his fist to see the moment when the opponent dodged, avoided the jab from the opponent's back hand, and grabbed Lian Zhannan's body, Sit forward and leap forward, turning his body over.

At that moment, the man in the cloak grabbed it and rolled it twice, roaring triumphantly and cheerfully, and Yibatou kicked it from the ground to assist the throwing motion of his arm, and threw it four meters away, viciously. It slammed into the iron railing, and electric current and sparks erupted, which instantly shocked Lian Zhannan's whole body into convulsions.

This is nothing, the man in the cloak kicked his legs as a fulcrum, leaped forward from the ground with no force in his hands, laughed and raised his arms, bulging his muscles, and posed again before going on stage. POSE.

At another moment, the audience was full of voices, and bursts of applause and disappointed shouts broke out.

This pose showing off his muscles and strength at least added two levels to the intensity of the applause.

It's just that the emotions of the two parties have changed - there are very few spectators like He Nan and Shirley who didn't bet at all, and they more or less all bet money on it.

From He Nan's point of view, it is obvious that the man in the cape belongs to the kind of player who is better at interacting with the audience, and likes to perform specific moves after performing wonderful moves to enliven the atmosphere, attracting attention and becoming the focus of the audience.

He really liked the guy.

How should I put it... He Nan thought in his heart: It's just a feeling, this old man is quite funny.

It's not easy to see such happy players in a place where black boxing is played.

What is commendable is that this guy is not a novice yet.

Just now it was displayed on the big screen that his winning percentage was 80.00%.

That's at least five games.

... As for Lien Zhannan, the winning rate is 80.00%.

The extra "five" is enough to show that his experience is likely to be much more than that of the cloaked brother.

At least, that's the experience of fighting here.

...In short, no matter what, it can basically be confirmed that the bone spur's judgment was wrong.

This old man in the cloak has just successfully proved his strength with his proficient fighting skills - He Nan can see that a series of difficult catches and throws of that level, without a solid foundation to support him, only rely on his muscles Pointless.

It can even be said that throwing skills do not require as much muscle as fists.

(End of this chapter)