After an unknown amount of time, both were so exhausted they were gasping for air like dogs.
Sweat had soaked through both of their shorts.
Their arms and legs were red and swollen.
Kars, unwilling to give up the beautiful spring night that was within his grasp, continued to persist.
Meanwhile, Guo Xuyang, wanting to surpass Lu Liang with his skills, also refused to yield.
Only when neither could lift their arms any longer did they collapse onto the iron cage to sit down.
"Friend, impressive. Shall we call it a draw?" Kars said.
"Sure. I haven't had such a thrilling fight in a long time. Your fighting skills are indeed remarkable."
"It's been a long time since I've met an opponent as strong as you."
"You are too kind," Guo Xuyang said, standing up. "How do we call it a draw?"
Seeing Guo Xuyang stand up, Kars didn't know what to say.
He had thought Guo Xuyang would be as unable to stand as himself, which was why he proposed a draw.
But now that Guo Xuyang had stood up directly, he felt embarrassed to suggest a draw.
"You win," he said with difficulty.
"No. We haven't determined a victor, a draw is a draw," Guo Xuyang said quickly, thinking Kars was being modest.
"I have no strength left to stand up. You win, friend," Kars said, then simply lay down on the ground.
He didn't even have the strength to sit up.
Guo Xuyang looked at Kars, then at the camera, and shrugged slightly.
The implication was: it's not my fault.
He wondered how the people watching the screen would see him.
Long Legs went wild.
This Oriental kid had actually won.
Her forty-four thousand US dollars had doubled to eighty-eight thousand US dollars.
She had won her bet.
She had earned eighty-eight thousand US dollars tonight, which was enough for half a year's worth of tips.
Even the initial ten thousand US dollars stake had been provided by these people.
A bottle of beer, five fruit platters.
Only regulars would order this much; this order was actually ten thousand US dollars.
Otherwise, why would Long Legs personally come to serve them?
Unfortunately, the bar owner today had truly tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice.
Not only did Long Legs make money, but several other people also bet on Guo Xuyang to win.
And Lu Liang was even more ruthless, betting a million US dollars from the start.
It had multiplied eight times over.
He knew that as long as Guo Xuyang made a move, he had never lost.
Unless Guo Xuyang didn't want to win, he had truly never lost.
When the door of the iron cage opened, Guo Xuyang headed for the locker room.
Although he could still stand, he was also extremely tired.
"Sir, please follow me." Long Legs, as soon as Guo Xuyang came out, stepped forward to help him.
Ilena had wanted to come over, but seeing so many people present, she didn't make a move.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Guo Xuyang entered the locker room, someone injected him with a needle.
It was a tall, thin white man with a high nose bridge and deep blue eyes.
"Sir, our boss would like to see you."
Guo Xuyang was about to use his detoxification ability when he felt his body suddenly fill with strength.
This was likely some kind of stimulant.
"Please wait. I'll rinse off and change."
He completely disregarded the two people in front of him, took off his shorts directly, and then rinsed himself with the shower.
After drying himself with a towel, he put on his clothes.
"Beautiful lady, wait for me after you've cleaned up tonight." He gently lifted Long Legs' chin with his hand, said this, and then walked out.
"Belle, how could you do this? Aren't you afraid the boss will have someone thrash you?" the blue-eyed man said to Belle.
"Does he even remember who I am now?" Belle asked the blue-eyed man.
Indeed, the boss was never short of women around him.
This Belle was also just a plaything of the boss's fleeting fancy.
The blue-eyed man couldn't answer and hurried to chase after her.
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