Chapter 689: Tax on Boasting

Everyone seemed to be in high spirits.

"Alright, next up, we have an unknown boxer from China," the man burst into laughter.

The crowd stood up, but there was no sign of a man from China in the ring.

"Where is he? Where is the boxer from China?" the man shouted again, seeing that no one had appeared.

"Xiao Han, it's your turn to enter," Mo Shaocong turned his head and looked at Xiao Han.

Xiao Han didn't say a word. He just stood up and walked slowly towards the ring.

He reached the middle and then crossed over the barrier.

He walked to the center, then cracked a slight smile and said, "I am that unknown boxer from China."

"Haha…" The man laughed uproariously, grinned, and said, "You? You can still regret this and leave now, otherwise, once the match starts, it's to the death. Are you scared?"

"Not scared," Xiao Han shook his head and continued, "Besides, this guy is no match for me."