Clinton District, also known as Hell's Kitchen, is the most chaotic place in Gotham, especially famous for its chaotic living quality, fierce racial conflicts and extremely high crime rate.
As soon as Robert set foot on this land, he felt uncomfortable all over.
The air here is filled with an extremely unpleasant smell. Compared with the black raincoat that has not been washed, it is more like a trash can.
And it can be said to be even worse, because the smell of cigarettes, beer and strong hormones circulates everywhere here, which makes people think that the trash can is also a good place.
Of course, there is a reason for all this. There are cigarette butts, beer bottles, and blood stains all over the floor.
As soon as he got off the ground, Robert could see a big man squatting on the roadside smoking a cigarette, and two gangsters leaning against the wall, drinking from wine bottles and swearing a few unpleasant words from time to time.
I happened to catch his eye.
"Hey! Brother, if you don't go to school well, why are you here wandering around?!"
The big man threw away the burning cigarette butt in his hand and led the two men to surround Rob.
"If you have something to say, let's talk." Robert raised his head slightly, trying to see the face of the person in front of him more clearly.
"If you still have something to say, let's give him a good beating first. My brothers' hands will be itchy!"
Black night, muddy road under neon lights.
There was a sound of fist-to-flesh fighting.
As the sound stops.
Constant moans came out from the mouths of the three people at their feet.
Robert rubbed his fists. Now he has two attributes of agility and strength.
Even if you are slightly lacking in stamina, using your spider sense to deal with three gangsters is no problem.
"I ask, you answer."
"Where is the underground boxing ring?"
"I know, I know..." the big smoking man from before raised his hand.
"At the fork in the road ahead, turn right and keep walking until you're there..."
Robert frowned.
"Although this is very rude, I have to question it. After all, Hell's Kitchen is not such an easy place to get along with."
"Perhaps, the place you pointed to me is the home of the Hand."
The three of them looked at each other, and the big man smiled awkwardly: "How could it be? I must have said something wrong just now. I drank too much. The underground boxing ring is on the left hand side of the fork in the road. You just have to walk to the end." Get a satisfactory answer.
Robert ignored the three people on the ground and walked along the road with the mace in hand.
According to what the big man said later, Robert turned to the left at the fork in the road.
Although I met a lot of gangsters and drunkards on the road, I didn't have much interest in him.
After all, most of the people who can appear here are not rich people.
Except for a few stupid rich people who lure people to robberies.
Most people fight simply because of their addiction.
Just like the three gangsters I met just now, they probably just came out to relieve their boredom after losing money in the casino or losing in the boxing ring.
It's just that their luck was not very good, and they met Robert who had a spider sense.
As soon as they take action, Rob will move his body significantly to avoid being hit by their fists.
And at this moment, his fist will hit the opponent hard in the face.
In this way, it is not impossible to beat him into a pig's head.
Let’s not talk about the boring content now.
As Robert walked along, he always felt as if he was being stared at.
After paying a little attention, I realized that there were sparks igniting and vicious curses from time to time in the houses on both sides of the street.
Pairs of eyes passed through the gaps in the iron fence and cast their gaze on Robert.
Their eyes seemed to be mocking: There is another little fat chicken in Hell's Kitchen.
Speaking of fat chickens.
Robert thinks he has a reason to speak out.
Just on the roadside billboard, you can faintly see an old man with a white beard.
It says "A roast chicken costs two hundred dollars, welcome to Chew Chicken".
Let's not talk about how stupid the name "Chicken" is, let's just say that a roast chicken costs two hundred dollars.
Two hundred dollars.
With this money, Robert could buy two roast chickens, or go back and forth to Hell's Kitchen twice.
Robert was full of curses.
Vowing never to go to this hotel again, Robert finally arrived at his destination - the underground boxing ring.
What you can see is a tunnel that goes straight underground. The fire in it is in sharp contrast with the desolate night outside.
As a distinction between the two, the two security guards at the door are also inseparable from this place.
He was dressed in formal attire, wearing black sunglasses, and had a stun baton or even a pistol holster around his waist.
Robert approached quietly, expecting to be stopped, but unexpectedly he managed to enter.
It seems that this underground boxing ring is a place where it is easy to get in but difficult to get out.
Robert lowered his hood and cautiously blended into the crowd.
After finding a place with a wider view, Robert had a full view of the entire underground boxing ring.
The constantly moving crowd was surrounding an open space enclosed by a barbed wire fence, barking non-stop.
Through the gap between the crowd, Robert could vaguely see the dealer surrounding the audience.
Obviously they are looking for a player they like right now.
"Spider-Man, I bet Spider-Man can win, haha. Spider-Man stopped a train a few days ago. Did you hear that? A train!"
"Tch, what's the matter? Spider-Man is just a newcomer who has appeared recently. If you ask me, vote for Daredevil! Daredevil has been in the limelight in the past two years, disrupting Kingpin's situation again and again!
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"Maybe this time, Kingpin and his friends will fix the match and lose everything!"
"Spider-Man's strength is there, don't say anything, I bet Spider-Man can win, one thousand dollars, I'm betting!"
"One thousand dollars, haha, I bet fifteen hundred dollars that Daredevil can win. He has won every time before, how could he be defeated by a newcomer this time!"
"Daredevil is just a stickman, and he can only bully gangsters. I vote for Spider-Man. I saw news reports of him fighting the Green Goblin in Queens. Good guy, that Green Goblin drove an aircraft.
You can't even beat Spider-Man, how can a guy with a stick beat him, five hundred dollars!"
Spider-Man...
When Robert heard Spider-Man's name, he raised his forehead. This guy Peter really came here to compete in the ring.
Daredevil...Daredevil...this sounds so familiar...
It can't be the blind man...
Robert is almost certain that Daredevil is Matt, but he just doesn't know what age Matt is now.
If someone is in their prime...
Peter, surrender, your bastard punches are only worth a beating.
Robert couldn't do anything for a while, so he simply looked at the bar, sat on a high chair and asked the waiter for a glass of beer.
"Fifty dollars a bottle."
"Forget it." Robert asked for trouble.
"Just a bottle of boiled water."
"A bottle of boiled water is five dollars."
Robert admitted that there is no barrier to entry for co-authoring. The threshold is here. He asked: "Why don't you give me money?"
The waiter smiled sweetly and said: "Guest, you are really good at joking. In this Hell's Kitchen, the only thing that doesn't cost money is human life."
"No, you said one thing wrong. Those who don't want money have to urinate." Robert turned his head and looked at the ring.
At this time, figures gradually appeared in the passages on both sides of the arena.