dhibooks Chapter 306 300: Living Off Women and Throwing a Fixed Match? (Part 2)
Chapter 306 300: Living Off Women and Throwing a Fixed Match? (Part 2)
Originally, it was supposed to be his turn to serve tonight, but Lin Fan snatched this opportunity!
Even just now, an order was already issued from Xue He's side.
All the other male companions were expelled, clearly favoring that Xia Country pretty boy named Li Shan!
Such a disgrace, the burly man with a stubbly beard, obviously found it hard to swallow.
At this moment, he ran into Lin Fan, his rage surged, completely triggering his ferocity.
"I am the man chosen by Saintess Xue He, do you dare to touch me?"
Facing the strange gazes around him.
Lin Fan felt a stir in his heart, immediately putting on an arrogant stance, and also sneered.
"Bastard! You're just a coward hiding under a woman's skirt!"
The burly man with a stubbly beard was so angry that he was breathing heavily, his face grimacing.
Ignoring the shouts of the island managers, he charged at Lin Fan like a madman.
His aggressive posture was just like a runaway locomotive!
"Hey, Li Shan is done for, Chekov is a renowned master in Snow Country, extremely strong, able to punch through steel plates!"
"He must blame Li Shan for monopolizing Saintess Xue He, right?"
"If Chekov could kill Li Shan, it wouldn't be bad, we'd have the chance to be noticed by Saintess Xue He again, wouldn't we?"
Amidst the whispering, many showed schadenfreude.
After all, compared to the tall, sturdy man Chekov.
The relatively slender Lin Fan seemed like a mere elementary school student facing an adult.
No one believed in Lin Fan's rise through soft living.
Everyone thought he was about to be crushed into a pulp by the enraged Chekov's iron fist!
"If I were you, I'd watch my step and stop looking up foolishly."
The next moment.
We saw Lin Fan's expression turn cold, speaking fluently in the Snow Country language.
No one noticed, underfoot, a pebble the size of a peanut quietly moved away.
Like a bullet shot, it precisely hit Chekov's ankle.
"Ah... my foot, my foot is broken... ah!!"
Plop!
Originally furious, Chekov's face suddenly changed, plunging forward to the ground.
He uttered shrill cries, clutching his fractured right ankle, rolling on the ground in pain.
In the huge arena, silence instantly prevailed.
All those shouting, laughing, abruptly stopped.
Everyone was stunned, staring dumbfounded at the bizarre scene before them.
Could it be, Li Shan really had dumb luck time and again?
The overwhelmingly powerful Chekov, unexpectedly had an accident and twisted his foot?
For a moment, all the gazes directed at Lin Fan changed their tone.
Regret, disappointment, disdain... Everyone felt bored and gradually dispersed.
"Chekov, are you crazy, how dare you disregard island rules?"
Slap!
Several Island Guards rushed over, glaring at Chekov on the ground.
Without waiting for any explanation, one of them pulled out a stun baton, pressing it against Chekov's chest.
Until Chekov was convulsing from the shock, foaming at the mouth, the crotch soaked, with no resistance left.
The man then snorted coldly, withdrew the stun baton, and waved for his companions to drag away the unconscious Chekov.
"Mr. Li Shan, if you encounter any trouble again, please notify us immediately."
The Island Guard was a young man with a Xia Country face, warmly greeted Lin Fan before catching up with his companions.
"Damn, if it weren't for you, Young Master, stopping me just now, I would definitely have killed that bastard named Chekov."
Shi Potian cursed, his face very unpleasant.
"It's not worth it, we need to stay hidden and avoid drawing Lei Xiaohai's attention as much as possible."
Lin Fan shook his head and returned with Shi Potian to the Slave Fighting rest area.
Just now, he was also murderous, but quickly suppressed it.
Only by acting low-key can he continue to lurk steadily... especially since Iguchi Tama and Su Mengqing are suspicious, his strength can't be exposed casually.
Back in his single room, Lin Fan sat cross-legged and meditated silently.
The situation exceeded his expectations; he can only take it one step at a time temporarily.
After the night, daylight broke.
Above the island, buzzings began to sound, with shadows of helicopters appearing sporadically.
It was the distinguished guests from afar, arriving on the island to witness the slaughter spectacle among the Slave Fighters.
After a simple breakfast, Lin Fan and his group were each arranged to different Slave Fighting Platforms on the island.
"Mr. Li Shan, please don't worry, Saintess Xue He has already informed us, you will win very easily."
The guide's attitude was very courteous, even to the point of servility.
He escorted Lin Fan to a Slave Fighting Platform situated in the south of the island, smiled and waved goodbye.
After a moment, cannonade sounds boomed outside the rest room.
Announcing the official start of the Slave Fighting contest here.
Lin Fan calmly stood up, pushed open the door, and walked along the long corridor into the Slave Fighting Platform.
Above, the circular stands around were packed with a dense crowd.
All waving paper tickets, shouting excitedly.
At the corridor exit on the opposite side of Lin Fan, a Slave Fighter also emerged.
Their eyes met, both shaking their tiger-like bodies, a bit dumbfounded.
"Indeed, it will be a very easy win... No choice but to win."
Lin Fan's mouth twitched, walking defensively to the center of the Slave Fighting Platform, facing the approaching Shi Potian silently.
"Come on, Young Master, don't spare me just because I'm one of our own..."
Shi Potian wore a constipated expression, whispering.
"Alright, then I won't be polite."
Lin Fan nodded, suddenly throwing a punch forward.
"Ah... Such a strong invisible Qi Force, it hurts like hell!"
Plop!
Before Lin Fan's fist reached, Shi Potian's eyes widened.
The whole person was like being hit by a speeding truck, crashing and flying back more than ten meters!
He lay on the ground awkwardly, a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Round-eyed, he tremblingly pointed at Lin Fan.
"I lost, utterly defeated, utterly convinced!"
"..."
Seeing this, Lin Fan's face turned green, he fell into silence.
Meanwhile, shouts from the surrounding stands also halted instantly.
Those eagerly anticipating to see a bloody slaughter between the two were stupefied, speechless.
Could this be any more fake?
The punch didn't even land, and you're already admitting defeat with blood spurting?
"Rigged match, absolutely rigged match!"
"Heard this guy named Li Shan was pampered as soon as he came, indeed a moocher rigging matches!"
"No wonder the odds are so high, utterly shameless!"
Instantly, waves of shouting, like landslides and tsunamis, overwhelmed.
Everyone was enraged.
Furiously crumpling their betting slips and hurling them at Lin Fan and Shi Potian on the Slave Fighting Platform.
The paper grenades fell like snowflakes over Lin Fan's head.
He walked towards the judge expressionlessly, feeling depressed.
Never expected he'd one day receive the same treatment as the national football team...
"In this round, Li Shan wins! Let us give a warm applause to send off the victor!"
The referee was a tall bald man, smiling kindly and winking at Lin Fan.
Then he lifted Lin Fan's right hand high, loudly announcing into the microphone.