She has grown taller, her appearance has not changed much, but her temperament is almost the same as the same person.
It's not that she has become crazier or more evil based on her deeds, but a kind of confidence, high-spiritedness and sharpness that Bruce envies.
She is like a sharp blade that finds the right direction, able to cut through all obstacles in front of her, and then cut off her target.
When he was in school, he was far more confused about the future than she was.
Now he is even more confused, but she seems to never get lost.
The two didn't communicate for too long because the boxing match was about to start.
She took him and Selina into her own private room, with an old man talking to her, and four gunmen wearing bulletproof vests and helmets guarding the door.
"Master Wayne, the show is about to start, do you want to have a little fun?" Gibbs smiled flatteringly and his voice was as soft as honey.
Bruce didn't like it a little, but he was very used to being treated like this.
"I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money with me." Bruce said, turning to the kitten, "We brought some gold pens and gold jewelry. Can we sell them here?"
The kitten reached into his pocket and took out a handful.
There are pens, gem-encrusted brooches, pearl necklaces, and intricately carved bracelets.
Thinking that Gibbs was also Harley's confidant, Mao Mao said directly: "A killer sneaked into Wayne Manor. When Bruce and I left, we only took some jewelry and no cash."
The young master has never seen much cash in his life because he doesn't need it at all.
He didn't even pay the bills himself a few times.
"All the stolen goods sellers in Gotham are all Fish's younger brothers, but there is a credit rating here. Anyone with a bit of a reputation in Gotham can keep accounts here.
Monthly payment, quarterly payment, and year-end summary are all acceptable, but interest will be charged over time."
Hearing what the old man said, Bruce felt confident.
"Please help me introduce your fighting mode."
The old man said slowly: "There are hundreds of underground boxing rings in Gotham, and the smallest one is just an underground bar and a boxing ring.
BOSS does not directly control many boxing rings now, thirteen of them, but all the boxing rings in Gotham have signed agreements with us - they cannot prevent their boxers from participating in our competitions.
Master Wayne can imagine how chaotic the game would be if there were no level divisions.
There are currently only four levels, ordinary level, elite level, beast level, and boxing champion level.
Today's king of kings is the boxing champion.
There is only one mode for the boxing champion level. The BOSS defends the ring alone and challenges all contestants.
She is the boxing champion, and whoever defeats her will be the 'King of Kings'.
In this way, the boxing championship level competition is also called the "King of Kings Contest".
Customers can bet on winning or losing, or they can bet on how long the boxer can last under the BOSS, or how many punches he can withstand."
Bruce was stunned and said: "I only stayed at the ticket office for more than a quarter of an hour. Not counting the guests who bought tickets, I saw more than ten boxers asking Ivy to register. Can Harley handle it?"
"The BOSS is known as the 'Gotham Boxing Champion', do you think he is self-proclaimed?" the old man said proudly.
The more famous one is, such as being the best in the world or boxing champion, the more he can provoke the masters and anger his opponents.
Attacks and malice are coming, aren’t they?
It's just that Harley holds a King of Kings competition every three to five years - harvesting a wave of leeks. In the past two months, it has been held more than ten times.
In more than ten King of Kings tournaments, Harley defeated hundreds of top boxers and never lost.
Naturally, no one doubts her title as the "Gotham Boxing Champion".
Suddenly, the lights above the central arena were turned on, and the white light was dazzling, followed by deafening cheers.
"Harley the champion, Harley the champion!"
"Long live Harley, the invincible boxing champion!"
"Oh my God, Harley, Harley——"
"It's about to begin," Old Gibbs reminded.
Bruce looked around. The upper and lower stands were almost packed with people. The total number of people added up to more than five hundred.
In the center of the fighting arena, Harley was dressed in a smart black kung fu suit, with her colorful hair tied into a pair of ponytails, boxing gloves on her fists, and no shoes on her feet, only a pair of white cotton socks.
A microphone slowly dropped from above. She waved her hand first to silence the scene, and then said to the microphone: "This is the 14th Gotham Boxing Championship. It's the same as the previous 13. Whoever defeats me will win."
It is the king of kings.
Not only can you get the title of 'Gotham's No. 1 Boxing Champion', but you will also receive generous bonuses.
From US$100,000 in the first competition to now, the prize pool has accumulated to US$1.4 million.
In addition, the new boxing champion will also receive half of tonight's gross ticket sales and 80% of the gambling profits, totaling more than $1.5 million.
Fame and fortune are here, you trash, come and challenge me!"
Before he finished speaking, a tempered glass box with a side length of one meter and a height of two meters hung from the roof. Inside was a neatly stacked Franklin, and the audience cheered wildly and whistled again.
But Bruce muttered: "Half of the ticket revenue, 80% of the spinach profit, only $100,000?
You are making such a big move, and the revenue is only RMB 100,000 in one night. Isn’t it a bit low? After all, you haven’t counted the venue, labor, water and electricity.”
Old Gibbs said speechlessly: "Is this very little? Even after deducting costs, government taxes, and Falcone family taxes, the net profit is tens of millions of dollars every year, which is more than most listed companies in Gotham."
"Are you sure?" Bruce was a little skeptical, "The King of Kings is not held every day, and ordinary events are definitely not as popular as today."
Selena smiled and said: "I guess, tickets and spinach are not the bulk of the income..."
Old Gibbs nodded hesitantly and said, "You can't hide this from anyone. Master Wayne has been at the front desk for a while, so he should have seen it. Not many people actually bought tickets.
Gotham celebrities like you are automatically upgraded to VIP customers after visiting once.
No need to recharge, no need to spend much, just VIP directly.
Not only do VIP customers not need to buy tickets, but their companions can also enter for free.
When it comes to spinach, we never fix the game.
Sometimes you are so unlucky that you even lose a small fortune, so guests like to come here for fun.
But we also sell drinks, have private rooms, and even provide face-to-face teaching by top boxers."
"I see..." Bruce was not stupid. He just looked at the strawberry daiquiri (pure drink, non-alcoholic) in front of him and figured it out.
"Oh my god, he's so big!" Selena exclaimed, drawing the young master's attention back to the boxing ring.
The ring is about 14 meters in diameter and is built in the center of a pool. There is an iron fence and a deep ditch between the ring and the audience. The ring itself has no fence.
But the top of the ditch is not empty. There are arm-thick hemp ropes between the ring and the audience railings. The boxers may stand on them, or they may become unstable and fall into the water of the ditch.
At this moment, on the steps leading to the boxing ring, a strong man with a height of two meters and two, whose muscles almost covered his neck, came over.
"Oh my god, not only is he not wearing gloves, but he is wearing an iron finger tiger?!" The young master stood up in shock.
Old Gibbs appreciated Master Wayne's shock and said with a proud smile: "This is the king of kings competition. The opponent can choose blunt weapons other than swords, or even armor.
The BOSS has nothing but his bare hands and must wear gloves to prevent him from accidentally beating them to death."
"boom--"
A heart-wrenching sound came from the boxing ring. The fight had begun. The giant man codenamed "Tiger" roared and punched out. Harley raised her arms to block.
This sound and this scene reminded the young master of the time he ran to the kitchen and saw the chef chopping beef bones with a machete...
"You trash, after so many punches, you can't even break my Dragon's Golden Bell. How dare you call yourself a tiger? I think you should change your name to 'Kitten'!"
The sound pickup in the fighting arena was very good. Even if Harley didn't use a microphone, her voice came out clearly from the speakers.
The kitten gritted its teeth secretly.
"Dragon's Golden Bell Cover? What is it?" the young master asked in surprise.
Old Gibbs said: "Probably a Chinese Kung Fu."
"Roar!" The strong man's eyes were red, he roared, and he punched repeatedly like crazy.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..." Harley just stood there, not taking a step back, even turning sideways, using only one hand to punch her arm every time.
"Harley Quinn, boxer Harley!" the audience shouted excitedly.
Bruce looked dull, "How is this possible? Are all Hong Kong Kung Fu movies real?"
What follows is even more exaggerated.
The tiger struck dozens of punches in succession, began to pant, and his expression became dazed. Harley showed a look of disgust, and instead of blocking the next punch, he threw out the same punch.
"Boom!" It was like firecrackers exploding between the two of them. Harley continued to remain motionless, but the tiger hugged its arms and wailed and backed away.
There were obvious irregular bulges at the joints of his right arm, and the bones were misaligned.
"This is definitely not a match-fixing, he, he was really injured, just one punch..." Bruce's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Among the carnival crowd, Ms. Siwa, who declared that she wanted to beat Harry to death, was no longer as relaxed as before.
"Is it a power-releasing technique that is so good that even I can't see it, or is she not bragging and really practicing Iron Clothes?
But even hard qigong doesn't seem to be that strong, right?" She was a little confused.
Ms. Siwa doesn't care if she can defeat a strong man with one punch or even dislocate her arm, because she can do it easily.
But Harley stood there without dodging, taking dozens of punches from the Iron Finger Tiger, and nothing happened. This is too exaggerated.
"Replace with a loser!"
‘Boxing Champion’ Harley didn’t even want to rest. As soon as Tiger was helped down, she started to challenge her again.
The lights in the ring were bright, and Bruce could clearly see that there wasn't even a drop of sweat on her fair face.
In the next few games, the contestants have different attack methods. Some use heavy punches, some are flexible, some are skilled, and some are both...
But the result was the same. Facing different attacks, Harley only used her arms to block. After blocking for a while, she was knocked down with one punch.
Including the "Death Shooter" with a very funny name whom I met before, he also used a baton to attack Harley more than 20 times, and was kicked into the pool by her "Foshan Shadowless Kick".
Bruce now really believes that Harley understands Chinese Kung Fu, because many of her moves have appeared in movies.
For example, this Foshan Wuying Kick really flies up without landing, and kicks three times in succession. The posture is more handsome and elegant than that of "True Master Huang".
The young master looked shocked and confused.
"Even if Chinese kung fu is amazing, isn't she tired? She has been on stage for more than two hours."
"BOSS drinks sports drinks," Old Gibbs said.
"Is it a special drink?"
At this time, a fat man as stocky as a wooden stake, protecting his head with both hands, roared and hit Harley with his 200 kilogram body. Harley, not to be outdone, said "Ah hey" and pushed it with his little head.
"Bang————"
When the two heads collided, there was an empty echo.
"Bang bang bang!" After a few more hits like iron, the fat man staggered and fell on his back. Harry's forehead was only a little red.
Bruce bared his teeth and thought, "It seems like this is the Iron Head Kung Fu in the movie. It's so powerful."
"The next one, and also the last one in tonight's King of Kings, is Ms. Siwa!" The host of the boxing match held the microphone and shouted loudly to the audience.