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After leaving the playing field, Gana went straight to the VIP lounge prepared for him by Katahara.

Although he was victorious, Ghana, who was sitting in the lounge, could not feel any joy of victory in his heart at this time.

Recalling the various situations during the game just now, Ghana's face turned gloomy.

"What an embarrassment it is. I tried all means to deceive the opponent in order to win, and finally got a weak advantage at the last minute. This is not qualified to be called a victory at all. Gaolang, I have felt this man for a long time. There is no horror. If this continues, can I really be qualified to be called [The Fang of the Destroyer]?"

While Ghana was holding his head alone in distress, Katahara was very happy in the top box.

He smiled and said to Lalma thirteenth: "Ohhhhhh, Your Majesty Lalma, it seems that this game is my best move."

In this regard, King Laerma XIII did not show any dissatisfaction: "Needless to say, the old gentleman, I would like to bet and lose, the money has been transferred to your account."

"Wow! As expected to be Your Majesty Laerma, you are really quick and resolute. Although it is not very good from me, but tonight we will use the money to organize a consolation meeting to celebrate the successful conclusion of the second game to reward everyone."

Ralma XIII naturally had no opinion: "This is really a wonderful case. Prepare more beauties and beautiful bars, and let Sunro cook some delicious dishes!"

Ralma XIII and Katahara Mietang talked more and more vigorously, it was not like they had just lost a large sum of money.

While talking, Katahara Mietang seemed to have thought of something, and said, "Hey, everything will be done as you ordered, Your Majesty Laerma, but I don’t think our fighters have this much. Feeling."

Larma XIII was a little puzzled: "Gaolang lost the game and still thinks so. Didn't Ghana win?"

Katahara Keido raised his head to look at the empty ceiling, and sighed: "This may be the entanglement of people with the heart of a strong man."

"Tangle?"

"Yes, Ghanaian, he has been relying on overwhelming strength to continue to win victories so far, and in this match, he did not hesitate to use fraudulent means in order to defeat Jiaorang, such a [despicable] move. Not his pride can tolerate."

"Oh~ Is this also the so-called self-esteem of the strong?"

"Yeah, I think this will be enough to make him distressed for a while. Okay, Majesty Laerma, the old lady is going to explain about the banquet, so I'll be out of company first, please do it yourself."

With that, Katahara Mietang stood up and walked out of the VIP room accompanied by two bodyguards.

Looking at the departed Katahara Mietang, King Lalma also slowly got up and went to look for the trace of Gaolang.

In the player lounge, Gao Lang slowly regained consciousness, opened his eyes and looked at the slightly familiar ceiling. The pain on his body reminded Gao Lang that the failure just now was not a dream.

"Ahhhh, Gaorançon, you are awake."

Jiaolang turned his head and saw that Sen Luo came in from outside with bandages and other medical supplies.

Jiaolang laughed at himself, and said: "It's Senluo, sorry for showing you the embarrassing side. If Brother Agade knows that I have lost the game, I will be spared my life. Laugh at my bad learning skills."

Sen Luo listened for a moment: "Is it let go?"

Then he changed his mind to think: "That's right. Just now since you lost and realized that the referee called a stop, Ghana has enough time to make a postfix. In fact, as far as I know, in his past games, he has had the same problems as this time. There are still 8 matches for the chance to fill the knife. In 6 matches, Ghana made a fill and killed the opponent neatly. The other two who are still alive are the current Samurai Wakatsuki and Naoya Okubo. They seem to have passed. Psychological obstacles, the strength has gone further, I believe that Gaolangsan will definitely be able to."

After speaking, Sen Luo took the bandage and medicine to treat the wound for Gao Lang.

Hearing what Sun Luo said, he sighed, "Is that guy deliberately doing it? It seems that I still have a sense of identity in his heart, but it doesn't matter anyway, as you promise, no matter what the result is, I I will work hard to continue climbing."

After a while, Lalma XIII came to the players' lounge and saw Jiaorang who was lying on the bench in a trance, while Sen Luo was on the side to help him deal with the injury.

"Ah, Sen Luo, I really trouble you here."

Seeing King Ralma 13 personally coming, Gao Lang quickly bowed down on one knee and saluted: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I have discredited your Majesty's face and the glory of the Kingdom of Thailand. Please punish him."

Seeing Jiaorang like this, Lalma XIII was not angry, but smiled and said: "This time it is really hard for you, Jiaorang, I remember you have never failed since childhood. This is a good opportunity. , To turn this failure into food for progress, Yu said earlier that, to Yu, in addition to being the most trusted loyal minister, you are also like Yu's brother, for Yu, the [ineffective brother] Brother is an indispensable role. You have to return to the arena again as soon as possible. Don't let Yu wait."

Hearing the encouragement of King Larma XIII, Jiaolang burst into tears in his eyes: "Thank your majesty for forgiveness, but my right hand has completely lost consciousness in the game again. I am afraid that it is impossible to return to the field as a boxer. what."

Senro on the side listened to Jiaoran’s words, and chuckled with a chuckle: "Gaorangsan, what do you think I am here for? I have dealt with all of your injuries, only a comminuted fracture in his right hand, two at most. Months, to ensure that your right hand will recover as before."

While talking, Sen Luo also confidently stretched out two fingers and shook them at Gao Lang.

Senluo's confident words seemed like the sound of nature to Jiaolang now. He grabbed Senluo by the shoulder: "Senluo, are you true?"

"That's natural, who do you think I am, I am the one disciple of all the masters of [Dark], Wu Senluoda! But after you are better, I recommend that you do some training to strengthen bone and physical fitness, although your skills That’s enough, but in my opinion, your body is still too weak for a Muay Thai fighter. If you change to Master Agad’s body, you won’t be able to end up like today. Okay, the injury can also be dealt with. It's almost done. I have something to work on, so I won't disturb your master and servant talking. See you tonight."

After speaking, Sen Luo left the lounge to King Ralma XIII and Gao Lang, and left the room by himself.

At the same time, in a dark private room in the arena, Toyo Electric Power President Masaru Hayami sat on the sofa calmly and smoking a cigar. Through the thin smoke, Masaru Hayami looked out of the glass window and was watching Audiences and heads of countries who have not left for various performances

After watching for a while, Hayami Katsumasa asked nonchalantly to the ghost head and Ryumin guarding beside him: "What's going on at Nikaitang?"

Guitou touched his face in embarrassment, and said: "Now it is still a mystery, and there is no response."

Hayami Masaru waved his hand: "I originally came to him as an abandoned child. If I can't find it, then forget it. Anyway, my deployment has been completed, and all the fighters have been injured more or less severely. Now is the time for us to launch the [revolution]!"

While talking, Hayami Katsumasa stood up from the sofa, like a cult leader, raised his hands and raised his arms and shouted: "Katahara Keido, you will wait for me! I will now take your old bones to heaven. !"

Following Hayami Katsumasa's words, Guitou and Long Min quickly took out their mobile phones and dialed a set of numbers. After a few words, they left the room and drove in two different directions.