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The woman finally broke out the foul language.

She didn't know that the person she was talking to just now was the one she wanted to kill.

The man heard this and hung up the phone with a smile.

He could imagine the other party's exasperation, shrugging his shoulders, whoever deceives himself will be unlucky.

The phone rang again.

The man bowed his head, thinking that he was going to make a fortune and then! He saw a familiar number.

After getting on the phone, the man laughed.

Ten groups.

He is coming back.

His nickname, called Hacker! Boxing match.

A big boxer makes his final resistance in the ring.

With blood all over his face, he had been cornered by his opponent.

There is no retreat behind him, and in front of him is a strong and fierce opponent.

The boxer had been knocked down several times, but finally managed to get up.

His opponents are already disdainful, such opponents are too weak.

What's the use of being tall, it doesn't need to be beaten at all.

The opponent shook his head and raised his hand to give the boxer a hard blow.

He wanted to rest, and with this punch, it was estimated that the fight would be over.

at this time.

The bell rang, the second round ended at 22, and the boxer barely returned to his position.

"persist in!"

"Hold on for two more rounds."

"We're going to win a lot of money."

The boxer's manager whispered behind him.

This is the [-]th boxer's defeat, almost no one is optimistic about him, and the audience is betting on him to lose within three rounds.

Only managers and bosses know how powerful a boxer is.

The boxer nodded.

His expression was indifferent.

He almost vomited in such a game, obviously he could win, but unfortunately the boss asked him to lose every game.

Damn it! If he was still like that, who would dare to provoke himself?

The fist clenched his fist quietly.

the phone is ringing.

The broker took out his cell phone.

"how is your phone"

He was a little surprised that the boxer never seemed to be looking for him.

"give me."

The boxer stretched out his hand.

The agent hesitated for a moment, but gave him the phone.

The boxer took the phone and saw the familiar number.

His heart suddenly thumped.

The phone is connected.

The boxer laughed.

He smiled like a child.

Third round 33.

The boxer stood up.

His opponent also stood up.

The two face each other.

The opponent gave him a disdainful look, and pouted to the side.

The boxer smiled.

Game start.