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Chapter 681 You are not helping me!(2/2)

What's going on? Are you beaten stupid?

"Hey, here, you win, the direction is reversed! Come back!" the referee reminded Jia Feng in a low voice.

How dare Jia Feng believe this? He continued to lie down on the edge of the ring without looking back.

The referee realized that Jia Feng was about to run away.

So he quickly grabbed Jia Feng and kept muttering: "Why are you running? Victory is right in front of you, don't you want to win?"

"I want to, but I don't want to die!" After Jia Feng finished speaking his thoughts, he continued to crawl out with all his strength.

The referee didn't want to let Jia Feng go and grabbed Jia Feng's clothes tightly.

"You want to win...you should want to win! Say you want to win!" the referee kept brainwashing Jia Feng.

"No...I don't want to, I beg you, let me go!" Jia Feng struggled to break free from the referee's restraints.

In this tugging situation, the two of them were wrestling together after a while.

Now the audience in the stands became excited.

Initially, they thought the game was too monotonous. Before they could understand what was going on, the game was almost over.

Well now, the referee started fighting with the contestants, and it was wrestling!

In the surrounding auditorium, the number of people who like to watch the fun far exceeds the number of real martial arts enthusiasts.

What's fun and exciting is that it's just something that didn't appear in the plan.

So is there anything more exciting in this arena than the fight between the referee and the contestants?

"Hit him... hit him, wring his neck, yes! Lock him up!"

"Stop it! Just hold it down. If you hold on for ten seconds, you will win!"

There were also those who were watching the excitement and didn't mind the matter. They shouted loudly to Zhang Fugui on the ring: "Brother, don't just stand there stupidly. They are fighting. Now you are the referee! You have to count down."

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Although Zhang Fugui was happy to watch the fun, he hated the referee even more.

In the sports world, apart from Bangzi Country, Zhang Fugui has never hated anyone as much as he does today.

He walked quietly to the referee and asked in a low voice: "Referee, have you eaten today?"

The referee didn't know that Zhang Fugui was going to use his shit-wheel eyes, but he just said angrily: "Don't be arrogant. Once I calm down the players, I will loudly announce that you lose... Ouch... Ouch..."

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Before the referee finished speaking, he noticed something was wrong in his stomach.

Zhang Fugui concentrated his attention and tried to make the referee unable to hold back immediately.

The referee knew that he could not hold on anymore, so he quickly dropped Jia Feng in his arms and wanted to run off the stage without any explanation.

But when people's stomachs are churning, what they are afraid of is strenuous exercise.

Under Zhang Fugui's increased intensity, and under the referee's unreasonable movements of raising his legs and buttocks.

A stench spread from the referee's lower body.
Chapter completed!
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