Chapter 816 My name is Zheng Xia, the knight’s knight (1)
Ten years ago, in the provincial capital of Yun Province, there was an underground boxing gym.
The light was dim, with only a few creaking and rickety chandeliers barely illuminating the ring. The surroundings could not be described as pitch black, but it was far from complete darkness except for the countless pairs of shining eyes under the ring.
The air here is filled with the bad smell of sour sweat, cheap tobacco and alcohol. It is so stuffy that ordinary people who have just come in will immediately feel uncontrollable suffocation as soon as they take a breath.
There are four iron pillars around the ring in the center of the boxing gym. The iron pillars are surrounded by thumb-thick iron wires, forming a mesh. The iron pillars and iron wires are stained with rust. Look carefully.
There were still a lot of blood stains left.
The boxing ring was crowded with crazy people. They grabbed wine bottles and shouted unbridled, cheering for the heavy blows of the boxers they had bet on. Then they shouted unceremoniously because of the boxers' accidental mistakes and beatings.
curse.
In just a few seconds, you can greet someone from the eighteenth generation of their ancestors to the eighteenth generation of their descendants along a long period of thousands of years.
Of course, there are also people who do not have this historical knowledge, so they directly assert that boxers give birth to sons without buttholes. Although the words are ugly, if you think carefully, they only scolded two generations. In an underground boxing gym, such a restrained way of speaking can be considered polite.
People.
On the second floor a little further away, some middle-aged people in decent clothes, holding cash or betting coupons in their hands, gathered in small groups, staring at the boxing ring with all their concentration, and communicating with each other in low voices.
And fast, for fear of missing even one second of the intersection between the two boxers on the field.
In the inner room separated by a wall, a fat bald man wearing a black leather jacket was holding a small cigar that was much slimmer than an ordinary cigar in his mouth, looking at the picture on the monitor with cold eyes.
The thin guy wins, it's an upset, and he makes a lot of money.
If a strong man wins, the odds are extremely low, but he can still make a lot of money.
The banker will basically not lose money unless he encounters a broken piece of paper or starts betting on his own.
There are so many people in the entire boxing gym who are all focused on the boxing ring at this moment.
boom!
The two boxers in the boxing ring were fighting each other like dogs, both sides pounding their fists on each other's head desperately.
Obviously, this energy-consuming fighting style was not suitable for the thin man. Within half a minute, the thin man could only passively withdraw his fists in front of himself and be beaten by the opponent.
When being beaten, the thin man was hit by a non-standard but obviously powerful right hook on the chin. Under the light, a stream of saliva came out of the thin man's mouth, and then his body slid softly against the rope.
Go down.
The atmosphere in the stadium suddenly boiled up, and the whole stadium was filled with cheers.
The strong man raised his hands triumphantly, like a general returning from victory in ancient times. He faced the audience outside and circled around the ring.
When passing in front of the thin man, the strong man still maintained his arrogant posture. Unexpectedly, the thin man, who had calmed down, slightly opened his half-closed eyes, and then kicked the middle-aged boxer in the crotch.
While the other person was in a trance, the thin man pushed his legs hard, jumped up from the ground, and hit the other person's nose with his hard forehead.
As expected, this middle-aged boxer with a strong build was stunned for a moment. He fell hard on the ring and hit the ground on the back of his head. He was no longer conscious.
Then, the thin man pulled the rope behind him and slowly stood up.
The noise in the boxing ring first became quiet like a malfunctioning stereo, and then suddenly erupted into the most intense and violent noise of the night.
Screams, curses and cheers mixed together to form a huge sound wave.
"Paralysis! Cheating! Cheating!"
"We lost this post! You dare to carry out a sneak attack!"
"You're the one who's going to kill the whole family, but you still have the nerve to stand on the stage?"
The spectators who were red-eyed from gambling frantically waved the wine bottles and cash in their hands, and glass bottles kept flying over the iron cage into the ring, slamming against the feet of the thin man who was still standing on the stage.
Some debris hit the thin man in the gap, but he did not dodge, and just stood there in a daze, breathing heavily.
The shaky thin man did not raise his hands like those winning boxers in the past, enjoying the cheers and admiration that a winner should have.
He just looked down at the sturdy boxer who was defeated by him and lying motionless on the ground through his eyes that had already turned red. He looked lonely, as if he was the one who lost.
The thin man even forgot to wipe away the blood that soaked half of his head.
At this time, a middle-aged referee who looked like a dog appeared out of nowhere, wearing a white shirt, black suit and floral tie. Without looking, he stepped over the boxer who was lying on the ground and trotted over to the thin man.
He came closer and raised the thin man's left hand.
The thin man, who had already exhausted his strength, was staggered by the referee with the traitor's hair. However, his eyes were still fixed on the boxer lying on the ground. He was thinking about why the opponent didn't react at all and what happened to the organizer.
They didn't even carry the person down for treatment.
Until he was taken away from the ring like a star holding the moon, the thin man still didn't notice that there was a stretcher at the scene.
In the next room, the fat bald man smiled slightly, blew out a long smoke ring, and a trace of satisfaction and appreciation flashed in his eyes.
"Boss, will judging him win like this affect the reputation of our boxing market?" A subordinate standing behind the fat bald man asked doubtfully.
"Black boxing, there are no rules? No matter what method he uses, the one who can stand at the end is the winner." The bald fat man explained Ci Yan righteously, but he was thinking in his heart: He doesn't know how to use his brain.
Do the math, how much can we earn from such an unpopular business?
"Bring him here." The fat bald man tilted his head slightly and ordered.
"yes."
The young man left quickly, and a few minutes later, he returned to the office with the victorious thin man.
The thin man's eyes were wandering. The blood stains on his head and body had been wiped clean, but he was still shirtless and wearing the shorts he wore during the game. There were a few red spots on his shorts.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Call the boss!" The young man standing on the side yelled at the thin man with a stern attitude. It was obvious that this newly victorious boxer did not care about anything in their eyes.
Not really, they're just playing cards on the gambling table.
"It's okay, it's okay. The young man just finished playing the game and hasn't recovered yet, haha."
The fat bald man was amiable. He stood up and walked over to the thin man. He pulled him to sit down and said in a friendly manner: "I remember that the name you registered is, Masked Knight? It's a bit like our Jianghu."
The thin man was noncommittal and said nothing.
The bald fat man doesn't care about the thin man's attitude. No matter what, if he can make money for him, he is a noble person and should be treated well.
Although this kind of person can only help him earn a few months' money at most, but that's still money, isn't it?
Why is it said to be a month? The strong man lying on the ring now is the explanation.
It's one thing for the audience to be bored and dislike an old boxer. It's another thing for the boxer himself to be unable to accept his own defeat, whether it's physical or psychological.
"Xia Ke Xia Ke..." The fat bald man seemed to be curious about the nickname of the thin man, and kept thinking about what he thought was a unique explanation. "Your black boxing is actually a form of robbing the rich and giving to the poor."
"Huh?" The thin man turned his head slightly and glanced at the shiny head sitting next to him, his face full of doubts.
Seeing that he had finally attracted the opponent's attention, the fat bald man grinned and said, "Look, most of these people who come here to bet on boxing don't have much money. They are lazy, lazy, and not very smart. Just let them go."
How much money can you make if you work seriously in society and make money?"
As he spoke, he knocked on the coffee table with his fingers, and once again spoke sternly and righteously: "Only we can provide them with a small and generous way to make a comeback."
After a pause, the banker who had made a lot of money in the black market boxing swallowed his saliva and said decisively: "And it is absolutely fair and just."