Ninth class citizen

Chapter 168 Just give up when you’re ready
Seeing this scene, the audience who bet on Gangya's victory were excited and shouted loudly:

"Steel Teeth! Steel Teeth! Steel Teeth!"

"Iron Teeth Breaks Weasels, Steel Teeth Becomes King!"

"Crush the cockpit! We want blood!"

"We must win, we must win, we must win!"

Qian Duoduo and others also joined the cheering. General Manager Jin shouted several times before he suddenly remembered Nan Rong beside him. He sat back down a little embarrassedly and looked at her apologetically.

But the Nan Rong she saw not only did not have a trace of frustration or disappointment on his face, but he was smiling with his eyes curved.

Could it be that the blow was too great and he became stupid?
General Manager Jin began to worry.

But soon, she was no longer in the mood to care about Nan Rong.

Because within just a few seconds, the situation on the fighting field underwent a shocking reversal.

The red mecha that was knocked down not only avoided vital parts and was not completely torn apart, but also took advantage of the opponent's close approach to grab the back of the beast-type mecha's neck, turned over and jumped up, throwing it heavily to the ground.

The cheers that were like a tide came to an abrupt end. Even the few spectators who had bet on the red mecha did not react, and all stared blankly at the fighting arena.

The red mecha did not stop, and immediately performed three beautiful high leaps and overload knee presses in succession, each time pressing just right on the junction of the head and neck of the beast-shaped mecha - that was the mecha's main control center.

This series of movements is done smoothly and naturally. Where is the initial sluggishness and stiffness?

Now all the audience understood that this red weasel had been pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger from the very beginning.

".Three, two, one!" The referee's voice resounded through the loudspeaker: "The first Iron Match, the winner: Red Snake Weasel!"

There was an uproar in the audience, mixed with a few excited cheers.

Although the faces of the club members around Nan Rong were not very good, they were much calmer than some of the audience members who had placed heavy bets and had already started cursing and crying.

After all, a few thousand Cowans is not a big deal to anyone.

Moreover, there is a lucky person beside them.

"Nan Rong, your intuition is really accurate." Qian Duoduo said enviously: "I have never bet on an underdog to win, but you caught it as soon as you came."

"Nan Rong is lucky." General Manager Jin said with a smile, "Why don't you take a look at the next match, um, it's Gray Fighter vs. Sky Palm. One has six wins and one loss, and the other has three wins and three losses. According to your intuition, who should I bet on?"

After she said this, all the club members around her came over, and they all looked very interested.

As soon as the game ended, 70 Cowens were transferred to Nan Rong’s personal account.

In just a few minutes, Steel Teeth was carried away and the suspended fighting arena was cleaned up to look brand new.

The two fighters of the new match have already come on stage.

Nan Rong released his mental power and found that the two people had similar auras, making it difficult to judge who would win or lose.

She knows the principle of quitting while you are ahead:

"It was just a fluke just now. Maybe I have already used up all my luck." She said, "So I won't bet on this one."

She refused to place the bet, but others couldn't help it.

Once a gambling match starts, few people will stop it, especially after losing the first match. Except for the president Roland and Nan Rong, the remaining five people all placed bets.

But this time they didn't bet on just one fighter like they did last time. Instead, two people bet on the Gray Fighter, and three people bet on the Sky-lifting Palm.

As a result, the two fighters fought diligently for the full 20 minutes, and the winner was still not decided until the final bell rang.

According to the rules of the fighting arena, it is a draw.

When betting, there is a top option in case of a tie, but the probability is extremely low and generally no one will choose it.

So in this round, the dealer basically wins.

There was a chorus of wailing in the audience, and Qian Duoduo and others who had lost money again also sighed.

At this moment, Roland stood up, said "It's time", and led the way out.

Nan Rong and others followed him out of the auditorium and took the elevator to the third underground floor.

This should be the internal passage of the fighting arena. People coming and going are all strong and sturdy warriors. When they saw them, they just looked at them coldly at most, and no one stepped forward to stop them.

Roland seemed to be very familiar with the terrain here. He led them through twists and turns and into a spacious and messy hall.

As soon as the door was opened, a strange smell of engine oil, tobacco, sweat and blood rushed into the nose. Several people in the society frowned and covered their mouths, and General Manager Jin was choked and coughed repeatedly.

But Nan Rong, who is also a girl, did not show any strange expression, as if there was no difference between here and outside.

"The exhaust system here is a bit out of repair," Roland said, "but you'll get used to it after staying here for a while."

Nan Rong has been looking around since he entered the door.

Obviously, this is the maintenance hall of the Zero Boundary Matrix Mecha Fighting Arena. Mechas damaged in the battle will be sent here for repair through a special channel.

This hall is even larger than the mecha maintenance hall of Shilo Star Hua. It can accommodate fifty or sixty mechas for repair at the same time. At this moment, half of the maintenance bays have been occupied, and many people of different appearances are busy in it.

Roland looked around and said a few words to General Manager Jin, who then walked towards an iron-gray micro-mech.

That was the mecha used by Gray Fighter in the previous game. A large piece of its shoulder armor was peeled off during the battle, its left knee joint was damaged and deformed, and the mecha sword it was holding was shot through by the opponent's modified energy gun.

Although they are not considered serious injuries, they must be repaired in time.

Gray Warrior is a tall and thin man who looks to be about forty years old, with slightly gray hair.

At this moment, he was standing next to the mecha, negotiating with a mecha repairman.

Anyone could see that their negotiations were not going smoothly, because the Gray Warrior had a bitter frown on his face and his hands behind his back were clenched into fists.

Nan Rong curiously extended his mental power over there and "heard" their conversation.

"Master Wan, I'm not being stingy. It's just that this match ended in a draw and the prize money is really too little. How about not repairing the shoulder armor first, and just repairing the left knee joint and the alloy spear? Will 2 Cowans be enough for these two items combined?"

The short man opposite him had a hint of mockery in his eyes and waved his hand: "2 Cowans, it's not enough just to repair the spear. You are at least a third-level mecha warrior, why are you pretending to be poor?"

He pointed to another mecha next to him, which was surrounded by several maintenance technicians. It belonged to the Sky Palm.

"Look, his injuries are less serious than yours, but he paid 5 Cowans for repairs without even saying a word. I've been taking on jobs here for a long time, but I've never seen anyone as stingy as you!"

As he was speaking, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the huge cylindrical alloy column that stood tall in the middle of the hall.