Gasping for breath, Qiu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood in rage upon hearing Su Han's words. He wanted to curse, but he couldn't make a sound; somehow, Su Han had done something to him earlier, and now he didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy.
His face, twisted with anger, made him look monstrous. If given the chance, he would've pounced on Su Han and bitten him viciously!
But before Qiu Feng could react, the two million US Dollar prize had already sent more people into a frenzy.
"Roar——!"
Another underground boxing expert, his face still covered in fresh blood, charged in without bothering to tend to his wounds. He knew if he was just a step slower, someone else might beat him to it.
Two million US Dollars was enough to gamble with his life!
Qiu Feng gritted his teeth, trying to find time to rest, but there was no opportunity; his adversary had no intention of giving him a chance to live.
It was either Qiu Feng died, or his opponent did!