Outside a fitness center, there were densely packed cars parked. Each of these cars was worth a lot of money, and many of them were even the world's top sports cars. The excitement was comparable to that of a large auto show.
The gathering of such luxury cars has attracted so many rich people. Of course, it is not for fitness, but because this fitness center is a fitness center on the surface, but it is actually an underground arena, one of the places where black market boxing matches are held.
One, it is also one of the two major venues owned by Ichiro Yamamoto.
Luxury cars stopped one after another in front of the club, and a man whose name was immediately obvious to be either rich or noble was ushered into the underground arena by the greeter after the security guard verified the invitation.
The design of the underground arena is similar to that of the ancient Roman arena. There is a arena-like arena in the center, surrounded by auditoriums. The only difference is that a capped iron fence is added around the arena, and the auditorium is closer to the arena.
You can watch the competition inside more closely without worrying about the boxers rushing out from inside.
There are not many seats around the arena. There are about two to three hundred seats. In terms of the number of people it can accommodate, it is not as good as a small auditorium in a university, and it is incomparable with those sports halls. Of course, there is a certain reason for this design.
After all, it is a black market boxing match that cannot be seen in the light at all, and the main source of income for the bookmaker is not the tickets, but the bets placed by the rich people. In a word, this place is taking a high-end route, not too sophisticated.
Above the arena, in a room.
Ichiro Yamamoto held a glass of red wine in his hand, sipping it elegantly while looking at the situation in the arena below. There were two to three hundred seats, and the attendance rate was almost 50%. Half of the seats were empty, although there were still a few scattered ones behind.
There are a lot of people coming, but it's extremely limited, because there are still ten minutes left before the game starts, and basically everyone who will come has already arrived.
"The preparation time is still a bit short, otherwise there would never be only this few people." Yamamoto Ichiro sighed secretly, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but he soon felt relieved, because this time the notification was too hasty and the publicity intensity was far from enough.
It's not enough, and everyone doesn't know enough about the contestant 'Angel Beauty'. It's already good to have these people here.
Thinking of this, Yamamoto Ichiro raised the corners of his lips slightly and murmured confidently: "But I believe that after this game, the name Angel Beauty will be resounding in the underground arena!"
"How is the betting volume now?" Yamamoto Ichiro asked.
A woman in a kimono behind her reported respectfully: "The total betting volume has exceeded 600 million yen, of which more than 90% were bets on Michiko."
After hearing the staff's report, Yamamoto Ichiro frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with the result. He pondered for a moment and then ordered: "Continue to increase Michiko's odds and let them show off!"
"Yes!" The kimono-clad woman responded, explained the matter, and then returned to Yamamoto Ichiro to report to him. She couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Yamamoto-kun, you seem to be very optimistic about this man nicknamed 'Angel'."
A pretty boxer?"
Yamamoto Ichiro smiled mysteriously and did not explain anything. He was optimistic about Yang Yuxi not without reason, but because she had the strength.
Just when the kimono woman was confused, the voice of the host below came out, "Now we invite our two contestants, Miss Michiko and Miss Angel Beauty, to come on stage!"
