Dog Sh*t Luck
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
"I will lose? Hahaha…"
Song Haiyang laughed so hard that he was rolling back and forth.
After he laughed enough, his voice lowered, and he said firmly, "If I lose, I'll do whatever you want me to do. How about it?"
His eyes flickered with a bright light. He enunciated each word clearly, "As long as what you want me to do is not against my conscience, I'll do it."
"Alright, it's a deal."
Zhao Siman nodded and then gave Song Haiyang a three-five.
This was the rule of the pugilistic world, and also the rule of betting.
After the bet, the two of them looked at the arena together.
The so-called arena was actually the original boxing arena that had been put down again.
There were a total of twenty-one people up there, and they were drawing lots.
Because there were only ten people selected in this round, ten people had to be eliminated in the first round.