When the two got out of the car, someone came over to take them to the boxing ring.
There is actually an elevator, and the boxing ring has three underground floors. It cannot be seen from the outside, but it is extremely luxurious and luxurious inside. The key is that it looks very professional.
There was a huge crowd, with hundreds of people gathered. The audience sat around, with a professional ring in the middle, and thugs invited by the organizer were scattered around. The auditorium was divided into two floors, and people with status and status were all there.
Sitting on the second floor.
Du Qingchen and Zhu Zhijun walked into the boxing ring. On the ring, two boxers were fighting fiercely. One boxer in red shorts had a wolf tattooed on his chest, while the other man in blue shorts had his head shaved.
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The two of them were going back and forth, fighting both offensively and defensively, and seemed evenly matched.
The audience below kept cheering for both sides. Some people bet on the tattooed man to win, while others bet on the bald man to win. Naturally, each one takes his own shot.
Du Qingchen asked Zhu Zhijun: "Where can I bet?"
"there."
Zhu Zhijun pointed to a corner, where seven or eight people were gathered around and a table was placed. Behind him sat a man in his forties with a scar on his face, looking a bit ferocious.
"Let's go and take some money."
Du Qingchen smiled.
Zhu Zhijun was stunned: "Aren't you going to play?"
"Don't worry, win some money first."
Du Qingchen walked over first, and Zhu Zhijun quickly followed.
The scarred man noticed that Du Qingchen was a stranger, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but when he saw Zhu Zhijun, he still grinned and said, "Oh, it turns out Young Master Zhu is here. What, do you want to place a bet?"
He is not from Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, but he is very familiar with this place. He is almost in charge of this place, and he will not let go of the opportunity to make money.
Zhu Zhijun looked at Du Qingchen and asked, "Brother Chen, how should I be held captive?"
"It's my first time here and I don't understand. Just bet whatever you want. If you believe me, just bet with me. My luck has always been better. As long as it's gambling, I haven't lost yet." Du Qingchen said with a smile.
His words immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding audience, and everyone turned their lips to despise him.
This is indeed very arrogant.
I have only heard that gamblers lose more than they win, but I have never heard anyone say that they have never lost.
Just seeing Zhu Zhijun, no one dared to say anything to the two of them.
People who come here are all from the same circle. Zhu Zhijun is a regular visitor here. Many people know that he is from the military region, and few people really dare to mess with him. Zhu Zhijun said nonchalantly: "I don't have much money with me.
There are only more than one million in this card."
"Okay, then I'll try my luck with a few small bets first." Du Qingchen asked the scarred man: "Is there a limit?"
"How much do you want to bet?"
"Let me give you one million to try first."
One million is not a small amount here, most people only bet tens or hundreds of thousands.
Du Qingchen took out a card and said, "The money in this card should be almost 100 million. Do you want to verify it?"
sweat……
His words shocked the spectators nearby.
The purchase price was 100 million. He was really not an ordinary rich man. He was just a stranger. I didn’t know where he came from, but no one thought highly of him.
Scarface smiled and said: "This must be verified."
I took the POS machine and swiped it on the spot and looked at the balance. Scarface smiled even happier.
There are really almost 100 million. This is a fat sheep. If you don’t kill it, it will be useless.
"Do you want mine verified?" Zhu Zhijun also took out a bank card.
Scarface laughed and said: "Young Master Zhu is an old acquaintance, so there is no need to verify it. Who will win your bet?"
Du Qingchen glanced at the two people in the ring. The boxer in red shorts clearly had the upper hand. He was fighting on behalf of the ring, while the bald male boxer was forced to retreat step by step, and he could hardly hold on anymore.
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"If I win with a bald head, what are the odds?"
Scarface was stunned and said with a smile: "His odds are one to three. If he wins, you can win three times the reward."
"Okay, then I'll bet one million on him to win."
Du Qingchen smiled.
Zhu Zhijun on the side asked carefully: "Brother Chen, do you really want to bet on him to win?"
"Follow me. You can't be wrong. My feelings are always accurate."
Du Qingchen said.
"But he seems to be dying."
"Do you want to bet? If you don't believe me, just bet on your opponent to win."
"How can that happen? I definitely believe Brother Chen. I will also bet 500,000."
Zhu Zhijun didn't deposit it all at once. He only had less than 1.5 million in total on his card, so he had to save some capital.
I immediately issued tickets to the two of them, not afraid that they would lose and run away. The guards here are tight, and it is easy to get in and difficult to get out. The boxing ring will not miss you a penny, and you don’t want to owe the boxing ring a penny.
To enter here, the ticket price was originally 10,000 yuan, but later the rules were changed. As long as you come, you have to gamble how much you want, at least 10,000 yuan. If you win, you can leave at any time, but if you lose, you cannot default.
Du Qingchen actually bet on the bald boxer to win, and everyone around him couldn't help laughing.
This is tantamount to giving away money. The boxer in red pants is a master in the boxing ring, and now he has beaten his opponent to the point where he has nowhere to dodge.
Regardless of the triple odds, the key is to win money.
At present, it seems that the bald boxer is bound to lose.
Even a fool can see it.
There were many people who wanted to bet on the longshot just now, but now they saw this situation, but their hearts were mostly cold. They were still cheering for the bald boxer, but in fact they were almost desperate in their hearts.
"Brother Chen, can he really win?"
Zhu Zhijun asked in a low voice.
Du Qingchen was too lazy to pay attention to him.
The scarred man looked at Du Qingchen and Zhu Zhijun and felt extremely proud.
I finally caught a fat sheep today. No matter what, I have to kill it properly.
Flowers almost bloomed in his eyes.
But at this moment, the surrounding audience let out a tremor.
I saw the bald fister on the ring suddenly punching out frequently as if he had been beaten to death, and all of his fists rained down on the tattooed boxer on the opposite side.
This is a bastard punch. Maybe he was beaten too badly just now and suppressed too much. Now the bald boxer is unforgiving, as if he is red-eyed, and attacks with all his strength.
Looking at the tattooed boxer again, he was in a panic and kept retreating.
Damn...
Is it going to be an upset?
The scarred man's expression changed.
It's a pity that he can't interfere in the arena now.
In the blink of an eye, the tattooed boxer was punched and knocked out of the ring.
On the ring, the bald man raised his arms high, danced around the ring, and then jumped onto the fence pillar to celebrate himself, while the audience below was even more excited.
It was really a huge upset.
The scarred man's face looked a little ugly, but he soon laughed again.
No matter what, he made money in that round just now.
Because after all, there are still very few people who dare to bet on the bald boxer.
But when he saw Du Qingchen and Zhu Zhijun, he couldn't be happy again.