The underground boxing match in Qingjiang City is held once a week, basically on Saturday night, and the location is in a not-so-famous underground bar. This bar is only open one night a week, but just this one night is enough.
It can generate a capital flow of millions or even tens of millions when going crazy...
Betting on boxing is illegal in China. Not only in China, but also in most countries in the world, this kind of money gambling with life as a bet will not be allowed. However, although many things are not allowed in the law,
, but it will definitely exist in the dark. As long as there are conflicts of interest anywhere, things that violate the rules will happen...
Although it is almost late autumn, Qingjiang City still doesn’t see any signs of welcoming winter. If you have to use one word to describe Qingjiang City, perhaps trend would be a good choice. Just like most places since the country’s reform and opening up.
, this coastal city is also like a girl who has been raped countless times. She has gone from being young and ignorant at the beginning to being mature and beautiful. The more it gets late at night, the more fascinating she becomes.
charming…[
Countless steel monsters savagely and extensively occupied her originally pure virgin land. After decades of cultivation, the girl resisted violently at the beginning and then slowly got used to refusing to welcome them, and now she is calm.
Enjoying it peacefully, the initial innocence and youthfulness will eventually disappear into the lustful temptation called temptation...
The sparse rain poured down lazily in this silent night. The drunk man on the street was staggering around with a bottle of 65-degree Red Star Erguotou. It seemed that he was either out of love or unemployed. Anyway, he drank it.
To such an extent, he should be a frustrated person.
Several late-night passers-by quickened their pace, and the sticky feeling of their increasingly wet thin shirts on their bodies reminded them that they should immediately return to their comfortable little nests, take a warm bath, and then hug their upper bodies and love each other again.
Or the person you love in the lower body can spend a more tiring late autumn.
The drunk man suddenly held on to the street lamp at the intersection, bent over like a shrimp and vomited at the foot of the lamp. The yellow and white vomit mixed with the increasing rain poured on the sidewalk and entered the drunk man's mouth.
In my eyes, there is some overlap with the eight-treasure porridge I had in the morning...
"Uh." The drunk man burped. The rain pouring down like a leak from the sky could not clear his mind at all. It only dispersed the few tears that were originally covering his face. He stumbled on his feet and was drunk.
Han sat down at the intersection, his cloudy eyes seemed unable to see anything under the heavy rain.
However, at this time, a young man appeared on the street that was empty due to heavy rain. He walked up to the drunk man and stood strangely. It seemed particularly abrupt and strange in such a late night.
The young man looked at the drunk man expressionlessly, his eyes flickering, as if he was searching for something... For a long time, he finally found nothing suspicious.
Tilting his head, the young man turned around, as if he was about to leave here, but the moment he raised his feet, his whole body turned back suddenly, and a dark dagger appeared on his right hand.