Chapter 72 The Appearance of the mole

In fact, according to Zhang Bowen's playing style, it is certain that he will win. After all, his physical strength and physical fitness are there. Jin Zhenhao can only be forced to admit defeat if he continues to play, and the reason why Zhang Bowen dares to do that set boldly in the final double kick. The movement completely noticed that the other party's calf had begun to tremble a little and his physical strength was weak.

The victory of the captain's game made everyone on the Chinese team happy, but they did not see the sad face of the South Korean team. Instead, they seemed to have lost repeatedly, and they were not discouraged.

Next is the vice captain's game. As soon as the South Korean team appeared, Pan Hongsheng looked at Zhang Bowen. They all sensed the other party's anger. Although it was not strong, it was just the appearance of the early stage of the gas refining god, but don't forget that the other party was trained by taekwondo, and it was definitely not the two of them biting gold halfway.

This is the truth. The vice captain of the South Korean team is much stronger than Jin Zhenhao. Li Huan was almost beaten from the beginning. In addition, the game was confused by the host with rhetorical methods. He was eliminated every minute, and the score directly became one-to-one.

"Fuck, this fucking host is so annoying. I'm going to strangle him!" Li Huan, with an angry face, came down with a gasp. His face was full of haze, and the fat meat on his face kept trembling. He lost unjustly but lost his breath.

"If you lose, you will lose. There will be the next game. What's the excitement?" Xiao Qiang comforted him with a kind face, but Zhang Bowen was stunned for a moment. Then he looked at Pan Hongsheng and narrowed his eyes without saying anything.

"What is excitement? Are you stupid? Can't see what they said? Aren't you bored?" Hearing this, Li Huan was anxious and looked at Xiao Qiang angrily and asked.

"Okay, don't fire. Don't care too much. Prepare for the next game. Bowen, you go and talk to him." Pan Hongsheng winced at Zhang Bowen, and although Li Huan was fat, he was still very good-in-sighted. He seemed to be aware of something and followed Zhang Bowen out without sending a glance.

"Bo Wen, what's wrong? So few words?" Li Huan looked at Zhang Bowen in surprise, and then asked quietly.

"Can't you see it?" Zhang Bowen sneered and asked.

Although today is the first game, the mole in the team has begun to show his feet, that is, Xiao Qiang.

In the first game, it is said that losing will affect the momentum of one side. In the second game, it is a consolation, but in fact, everyone's heart shakes when they listen to the stuffy words that make life, and they will definitely hold their breath when they play the game.

"What do you see?" Li Huan subconsciously asked, and then looked at Zhang Bowen in disbelief, pointing to Xiao Qiang without a trace, and his eyes were bigger than Niu Du.

"No, it's impossible. He also participated last time, but..." Li Huan seemed to want to overturn Zhang Bowen's inference, but in the last game, the South Korean team won the final victory with divine help. Now I think about it...

Zhang Bowen didn't say anything more. He went straight back to the resting position to watch the next game. This game was played by Pan Hongsheng, and he would definitely not fall behind.

In fact, the South Korean team has known that Pan Hongsheng will still appear for the third time, but it is obvious that because of the insider, they have been very sure of the result of this game.

As a mole, Xiao Qiang only needs to find the weakest one in the whole team to win. As for the last Li Linqing, I'm afraid that his strength is the weakest of the ten people.

Looking at Pan Hongsheng's smile on the stage, Zhang Bowen squinted and looked at Xiao Qiang, and then crossed his hands without saying a word.

"Did you find that you host talk a lot of nonsense?" Pan Hongsheng looked at the South Korean team members with contempt and said.

He doesn't care whether the other party can hear or not. Anyway, his expression will definitely explain everything.

"That's because you are so bad." The Korean said in lame Chinese, and Pan Hongsheng was stunned for a moment and then smiled more.

It's a good thing to be able to understand, but I'm afraid of playing the piano to the cow for a long time.

"Are you happy to win just now? Little stick?" Pan Hongsheng said with a sarcastic face.

"You, if you have the ability to beat me again." The Korean snorted, as if he knew that he could not say it, but Pan Hongsheng stopped talking and waited for the game to start.

The dialogue on the court must not be heard off the court. Everyone is watching this game, even more focused than watching the captain's game. The Chinese team knows that Pan Hongsheng is the strongest, but everyone is afraid that Yang Yajie's situation will appear again. In the game, the black hand will be banned at most, but the injured players will end their lives. And taking a soy sauce for a main force, how can the Chinese team compare with the other team?

And the South Korean team also stared at the game on the stage one by one, because they already knew that this person was the real opponent. Although they did not deal with him like Yang Yajie, they also wanted to see the strength of the other party.

"The game begins!" The host cleared his throat and finally announced the game in the attention of the public. Pan Hongsheng, who heard these four words, did not pause at all. In a moment, he appeared beside the South Korean team members. A whip leg was directly on the ribs, and suddenly made a toothy sound of bone fracture.

"Ah!" The South Korean team member fell to the ground, and his face was unbelievable and pale. As soon as he heard the slogan, he had been kicked before he even reacted, and the huge force made him lose his combat effectiveness as if a car hit from the side, and at least two ribs were broken!

The game was over when it first started. Looking at the screams from the South Korean players who kept rolling on the ground, Pan Hongsheng looked at Jin Zhenhao contemptuously and the host waiting for him to speak.

"Is it a chance to win this time?" Pan Hongsheng's voice was not loud, but he could hear it clearly throughout the stadium.

With one foot, just one foot directly kicks the other party without resistance. If this is a fluke, I'm afraid the Koreans themselves can't say it.

"How can it be? Although Li Zailong is not the strongest here, he can't lose so fast, and our eyeliner says that the other party likes to fight back? Why did you do it directly at the beginning of the game? Jin Zhenhao asked in disbelief.

No one dares to say that he can break Li Zailong's ribs. Even Jin Zhenhao doesn't have the strength.

"Call the medical staff. Let's go back and arrange the game now. Now there is a team member directly missing, which is very bad for us!" Regardless of Li Zailong's life or death on the ground, Jin Zhenhao left first, and the host watched Pan Hongsheng stare at himself with his fists clenched, a drop of sweat on his forehead, and then waved his hand awkwardly.

"In the third game, the Chinese team won, and the South Korean team said it was suspended." After saying this, the referee quickly stood up. Just now, he was stared at by Pan Hongsheng as if he were being stared at by a tiger close at hand, which made him dare not even breathe.

"Scum with zero combat effectiveness." Pan Hongsheng snorted, and then walked away directly with a domineering face, clapped his hands with Zhang Bowen, regardless of the face of the Koreans around him, with a smile.

It's hard to play, and Brother Sheng doesn't refuse.