The entrance to the underground boxing ring in the slums of Science and Technology City is at the entrance of a deep alley on the Fifth Ring Road street. There is a closed manhole cover deep inside. When you open the manhole cover, you will find the entrance.
At the entrance of this alley, there is a mechanical cultivator holding a gun.
These strong men blocked the door and covered their mouths tightly, like a human wall, adding a layer of mystery to this restricted area.
When Zhuo Yi and the other three arrived here, they were all glanced back and forth by these people's eyes.
Zhuo Yi shrank his neck, feeling a vague premonition...
It's not that I'm afraid of these strong men with big heads and thick necks, but I feel an inexplicable coldness behind them.
And this was not the first time he felt this coldness.
It actually appeared vaguely from the time I bought drinks.
Until now, it is getting stronger and stronger...
After showing the betting ticket leading to the underground, one of the strong men spoke, his voice thick and low, without any emotion at all: "With one ticket, you can only enter two at most."
Qin Zong was anxious and wise, took out a stack of silver gear coins from his arms, showed his white teeth and smiled: "Brother, why don't you be accommodating, I was introduced by a friend. Come here to play, I don't know if I can buy it.
"
The strong man took the wad of banknotes and smelled the aroma.
This stack of silver gear coins amounted to one hundred thousand, which was actually a considerable sum for Zhuo Yi and others who were in urgent need of funds.
But Qin Zong was unusually generous and immediately raised his lips: "If this eldest brother doesn't dislike it, just share it with the brothers."
The paralyzed strong man smiled coldly: "You are still a man of etiquette, so let's go in."
Then, he just winked, and the other strong men gave way directly.
"So he's the boss here?" Qin Zong knew something in his heart when he saw this scene.
The three of them had just walked into the alley from the human wall, and he found that the strong man who had collected the money had also come in, as if he wanted to say something to him: "This gentleman, is this your first time here?"
"Yes, it's the first time." Qin Zong answered truthfully.
"The odds of betting on the final are 1:6. Most people think Jian Xiaoqiang will win. But, betting on the final is actually pointless."
The strong man said in a rough voice: "If this is your first time here, sir, I suggest you play the game of kick-off. The odds are 1:60. However, the admission standard for this venue is 1 million silver gear coins.
I see that your husband is so generous with his actions. Do you want to play something exciting?"
Hearing this, Qin Zong's eyes lit up.
He just gave a strong man a hundred thousand tips, and he still has one million left!
Zhuo Yi and Zhou Ziyi followed Qin Zong, sighing in their hearts.
All these coincidences are simply natural...as if they were designed...
Zhuo Yi now realizes that Qin Zong may not just be lucky.
He might be the embodiment of luck or maybe...
Sixty times the odds! If they can win! They can get 60 million Silver Gear Coins!
Qin Zong's face was full of interest: "Then how are we going to get in?"
The strong man showed an ugly smile, walked directly to the innermost area, and opened a manhole cover hidden under the blanket: "Gentlemen, please enter from here. This is the VIP passage."
"I see, thank you very much." Qin Zong nodded.
"You're welcome, sir. I wish you good fortune." After the strong man finished speaking, he watched Qin Zong and the others go in with a smile, and then covered the manhole cover and carpet again.
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The underground boxing ring in the VIP area was really different from what Zhuo Yi and Qin Zong had imagined.
These people are brightly dressed, and their appearance and appearance alone give them the aura of poverty.
Zhuo Yi frowned slightly: "These people are from the core area, right..."
He could probably guess something from the scene before him.
The final plate is only 1:6. In the final analysis, it is just a poor man's plate... and this stadium match is the real big plate, where the rich and powerful are looking for excitement.
At the betting service desk, many people are discussing the matter of playing in the gymnasium.
"Hey, it was a pity for that man earlier. He was already in the fourth level, but he was beaten up and carried away by the attention of the fourth level."
"Who can fight with a sword and stand on horseback? I am the Tiger General! In my opinion, this year's kicking competition, the Tiger Treasure Kingdom will definitely win." A middle-aged man with a big belly laughed with a fleshy face, and he pinched
A tall wine glass, he was talking carelessly while shaking the red wine in his hand.
"Don't be too happy, Mr. Zhu, the game is not over yet." A lady wearing bright red lipstick smiled coldly.
"There are only 4 hours and 52 minutes left before the deadline for betting. I think it is impossible to challenge last year's champion through five levels in less than five hours." This middle-aged man named Mr. Zhu
Unabashedly laughing wildly.
He is a supporter of Hu Baoguo, the champion of last year's kick-off tournament.
At that time last year, Hu Baoguo was spotted by an "ascender" who wanted to rise from the slums, and he was provided with the initial capital to participate in the gymnasium competition.
The so-called "ascended people" are those who have accumulated a certain amount of money and want to escape poverty and move to the core area.
In the first two years of the tournament, some ascendants came to compete on their own, but died here.
Later, some "ascended ones" came up with a way.
That is to sign a fighter to compete for you.
After the game is completed, the ascendants will get the pass, while the thugs will get their own money.
With this money, the thugs will have the capital to continue competing in the second year.
And he can also become the champion for the second year.
Nowadays, the gymnastics competition has been held for dozens of times, and this has become an unwritten rule.
And the director Dicas who cooperated with Jiugong Liangzi was actually one of the "ascended ones".
These people were chatting lively.
Zhuo Yi, Qin Zong and Zhou Ziyi also heard something about it.
In other words, the new challenger needs to first defeat five gatekeepers selected by the powerful, and only after they succeed in all challenges can they challenge last year's kicking king.
The most important thing is that all the gatekeepers who guard the gate have spare tires. Once they are injured, they will be replaced by new people to guard the gate.
In other words, no matter who comes to challenge, the first five level masters they face will always be five people with full health, mana and full status.
"It sounds like it's not easy to handle. Do you really want to be detained?" Zhuo Yi frowned. Just based on his feeling, he also felt that this rule was too strict.
There are less than 5 hours left.
Challenge 6 people in a row.
Unless the strength gap is huge, this is an almost impossible task.
Mr. Zhu knew this very well, and he laughed again: "As far as I know, among these ten rings, there is still someone with spare money to fund the competition, and that is the one named Dicas.
Long. But it’s a pity that the contracted thug he sent has died just now. With less than five hours left, I don’t necessarily want him to rush the ducks to the shelves. Can I just grab someone on the way? "
After the man finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter in the hall.
Qin Zong ignored it, but walked towards the bet desk and took out the storage bag where the money was placed: "Hello, can I still bet now?"
"Of course, sir." The waitress who made the bet showed a professional smile.
"Please help me bet that Mr. Hu Baoguo will lose."
"Are you betting on me, sir? I checked and found that there are one million silver gear coins in your storage bag."
After the waitress finished speaking, many eyes turned to Qin Zong.
Qin Zong smiled slightly and said, "Please turn me into a stud."