Chapter 315 Raging Lion
At the Colosseum, after walking around the city, Ye Fan and Feng Xing came here.
On the high platform, Ye Fan stopped and watched the battle on the field without much thought, just holding the teacup.
On the other hand, Feng Xing on the side looked a little attentive, with a smile on his face.
"Lord Tiangong, I have a list of the banned thugs in Bishan City. You can see who is interested and I will have someone arrange a match."
"No rush." Ye Fan replied, just waving his hand.
In the land of the human race, ordinary people make up the vast majority, and warrior beast masters are a drop in the bucket. As cultivators, naturally few people would choose to do mediocre jobs. After all, they are somewhat incompatible with the lives of ordinary people.
But even cultivators need money for three meals a day, food and clothing, and the sky-high expenses of cultivating. This has prompted the creation of places like the Colosseum that make money for cultivators.
Although there are some price drops, that's not what makes money. Ye Fan and the others, when they were just starting out, also played a bounty match at the duel ground in Pingcheng.
"But you can't become a strong person by staying in the Colosseum."
Thinking of something, Ye Fan said something, but his eyes were searching the scene, seeming to be looking for something.
Soon, Ye Fan locked his eyes on a burly man in the beaters' box on the sidelines. The man looked a little different from the others. He had a strong back and a strong waist, but he had a sharp horn on his forehead and his hair exploded like a lion's. Sideburns.
"Just him." Seeing this person, Ye Fan raised his hand, "The second one from the left."
"Let me take a look." Feng Xing replied, searching with his eyes. When he saw the man, he nodded, "God has good eyesight. This is the ace thug in the Bishan Colosseum, the title Raging Lion. It is said that he has some kind of The relic bloodline is extremely powerful. Almost no beast master can defeat him in the golden stage. He has never lost to other warriors or beast masters at the same level. "
"Yeah." Hearing this, Ye Fan just nodded, twisted his neck for a few seconds, and then suddenly said, "Make arrangements, I want to have a fight with him."
"God wants to fight him?" Feng Xing was shocked by Ye Fan's words, and subconsciously said: "That angry lion is the Golden Nine Stars..."
"I am also golden and can fight." Ye Fan just said, stood up and walked towards the stands.
This made Feng Xing in the stands hesitate, but after a while, he stood up and hurriedly walked backstage.
"That God wants to fight an angry lion?" Backstage, the people in charge were frightened when they heard the city lord's words.
"Don't dare. God is moody, and he is currently investigating. If he is injured by an angry lion or loses face and loses face, he will not cause trouble in the family."
"No, no, my family has asked me to take care of the Colosseum. I can't bring disaster to the family."
The manager shook his head like a rattle, while Feng Xing was a little helpless. He had no direct jurisdiction over these family businesses and could not force them to do anything.
"Let's arrange a game and let the angry lion lose to God on purpose." After staying for a while, Feng Xing spoke.
"This..." After hearing this, the steward also hesitated, "I'm afraid that Angry Lion doesn't quite listen. He is not a thug contracted by the Colosseum. We have no right to order him."
"Just give him some benefits." Feng Xing replied, taking out a card from his pocket, "Isn't he just a thug to make money to punish his sister? There are 10 million in the card, let him lose a game , which is more than twenty wins for him.”
"But counterfeiting is strictly prohibited in the Colosseum..." The steward was still hesitating, but Feng Xing put the card directly into his hand, "God brought an army of 20,000 and stopped outside Bishan City. At this time , if he is unhappy, we will all be in trouble."
"Don't shirk it. You're talking about fake punches. Who owns a Colosseum and doesn't do fake punches? Is your family so aloof that you haven't even fought in a single match?"
These words choked the steward a little. He hesitated for a few seconds, looked at the card in his hand, and finally nodded.
"Then let me try."
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In the thugs' lounge, Furious Lion seemed a little depressed. He sat alone in front of his locker and threw the towel aside.
The angry lion didn't answer, just snorted.
The man didn't care. He had been in the Colosseum for several years and was familiar with the angry lion. He knew that the other person was a man of few words.
"If you ask me, you might as well sign a contract with the Colosseum, at least with a fixed number of games guaranteed every month." Sitting next to the angry lion, the man said, "Although you don't have so much freedom, you can make more money. Look at you now, even if the commission is over a million per game, the number of games is not fixed, and sometimes you can’t play a few games in a month.”
"I need freedom. I signed a contract with the Colosseum. I have to stay at the Colosseum every month during the contract period." The angry lion shook his head. "I will have to take my sister to Kyoto for medical treatment in a while."
"Going to see a doctor again." After hearing this, the man paused slightly and wanted to say something, but he did not continue.
He knew the situation in Nu Shi's family. He had a younger sister who grew up in an orphanage. A few years ago, she had some strange disease and she had been acting foolishly. Nu Shi took her sister everywhere to see a doctor, but after all these years, she had no idea. Judging from the tricks, I don't know how much money was spent.
"Well, in this world, most people who value love and righteousness don't live a happy life." The big man sighed, fumbled, and took out a card from his pocket, "Wrathful Lion, this is me The bounty earned this month seems to be in the hundreds of thousands, so I’ll take it as a token of my gratitude.”
"I can't ask for your money." Angry Lion shook his head, "You still have a big family to support."
"Here, I'm also a title-level fighter. How hard can it be to make a few bucks?" The man pushed it to the angry lion forcefully, "At the worst, I can just fight a few more games."
"This." The angry lion was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to evade it. Suddenly, the door to the thugs' room was pushed open, and a man who looked like a supervisor from a landlord's house walked in with a whip.
This is the general manager responsible for managing these thugs. In the past, he decided how many times and when the thugs would appear.
As soon as he came in, many thugs stood up, but this time, the manager looked at the angry lion in the corner and raised his brows.
"Wrathful Lion, it's your turn next time."
"Is it my turn next time?" Hearing this, the angry lion seemed to be relieved. He quickly stuffed the man's card back and stood up, "I'll fight right away."
"Hey, don't worry yet." The manager grabbed the angry lion and showed a smile on his face, "This game is not an ordinary game. Your opponent is the Minister of Military Affairs of Nanchuan."
"Minister of Armed Forces?" Angry Lion paused and subconsciously asked, "Is he very strong?"
"I don't know if he is strong or not, but his identity is definitely very strong." The manager replied and took out a card, "He personally selected you. You have to make him happy in this game."
As soon as these words came out, the angry lion suddenly frowned, looked at the card handed over by the manager, and said, "What does this mean?"
"Don't you understand? Just hit him casually and see if he enjoys it. Give him some water." said the main pipe.
"I don't do fake punches." Angry Lion refused, "I'm not a contracted fighter for your Colosseum, so why should I listen to you."
"Isn't this beneficial?" The manager didn't seem surprised by Angry Lion's reaction. He just smiled and handed the card over again, "Don't you still want to take your sister to see a doctor? You must need money."
"How many punches do you make in a month? Do you make enough money?"
After saying these words, Furious Lion frowned even more tightly. He was obviously a little angry, but he didn't refute anything. He paused for a while, glanced at the big man beside him, and finally, he just said in a deep voice, "Kali How much money is there?”
"Of course it's enough for you to fight for many times." The manager replied, but there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.
"Five million, this number, is enough."












