"Yeah, I can't believe it. Where did he come from?"
A red-haired man with stubble on his face stood up from the crowd, "I don't care where he comes from! I just know that he made me win money! Come on, Bacchus! Knock that guy down!"
"...Yeah, I lost all my rent. I just wanted to try my luck. Now I'm rich - come on, Bacchus!"
"Bacchus! Bacchus! Bacchus! Bacchus!..."
Jiang Yan turned around, walked slowly to the sidelines, hung himself on the rope, stretched out his right hand towards Huang Baiwan, and hooked his fingers. "I said, I will fuck all of you."
"Humph, you are such a little brat who doesn't know the heights of the world." Huang Baiwan stood up, left his seat, and slowly walked onto the ring, "You may not know what kind of skills it takes to master the entire boxing ring, and you don't know how to do it——
What on earth are you doing this for? Money? They can't afford to hire someone like you. What on earth do you do?"
"No special job, I'm just a bartender who just quit today."
"Oh, you can make it up however you want." Huang Baiwan walked to the edge of the stage and pressed the cigar hard on the table. "I only care about one thing - you said you know the whereabouts of that item. Is that true?
of?"
"It's already this time, is there any point in asking whether it's true or not?" Jiang Yan sneered, waiting for Huang Baiwan to get on the stage, "What you are thinking about is similar to me - put that flat face on
Press it on the ground and rub it."
"Oh, yes, there is only one thing to consider now." Huang Baiwan unbuttoned the suit that was completely disproportionate to him. His fists, arms, and torso were all covered with scars: leaving behind
The old bruises and claw marks... all the scars left on this continent by people with empty hands, no, by different races using their own bodies, can all be seen on his body.
Jiang Yan could feel it just by putting on his posture - it was a completely different momentum from others, like a wild dog, he was greedy, crazy, unscrupulous and... jealous.
Ding, ding, ding - the opening bell is ringing passionately, the beasts are staring at their prey and are finally about to start fighting.
——
Iron Arm stared at Jiang Yan from a distance. Although it was only strange for a moment, he noticed that something had changed - Jiang Yan's green eyes were stained with a hint of black, and the mixed-race face now became more like a flame.
I am Chinese: black hair and black eyes.
What is going on... No, there is still something to do now. Iron Arm waved to the waiter, the poor man's clothes were soaked with cold sweat. The waiter suppressed his chaotic breathing and bit his lips.
He took out the check slip and wrote a number on it with trembling hands that he had never dared to think of in his life.
"Congratulations, this is your bonus." The steady voice could not help him suppress his trembling fingertips. The iron arm glanced at him up and down and took the check, "Child, how old are you this year?"
The waiter was stunned: "Um, twenty-seven years old."
"Really? It's pretty much what I imagined. You've been doing this for several years, how did you come to do this?"
"...I have some difficulties at home."
"Really." Iron Arm put the check into his bag, looked at the arena again, and said lightly, "You know, the man on the stage is about the same age as you, slightly younger than you. Do you know why he came to stir up such trouble?
Something dangerous?"
"This..." "Because his hands are no longer clean, it is difficult to get rid of those messy lives. So just take it as a bit of advice, throw away what you are wearing on your waist, and go home. In all this
Before it becomes irreversible." Iron Arm took out his wallet, took out all the cash in it and handed it to the waiter.
"Don't come again - everything about the boss here will be wiped out tonight. There is no need for you to be afraid anymore."
There was silence between the two for a long time. The waiter took out a knife from his waist and threw it on the ground. He took the money, bowed deeply to Iron Arm, and quickly left the ring from the side.
Tallulah, who saw everything in her eyes, asked softly: "Is this okay?"
"There is nothing wrong with it, just do one good deed every day."
...So you must hold on, Jiang Yan. Looking at the stalemate battle on the ring, Tiejian frowned and lit a cigarette for himself.
Opposite the blue smoke, those green eyes were even more dyed with the color of night.
——
With flexible steps, Jiang Yan continuously punched forward. Huang Wanwan took advantage of his short stature and kept tilting his head, lowering his body, blocking the incoming fists with his arms, and got close to Jiang Yan and punched twice in the abdomen.
"Tsk..." Jiang Yan was speechless. He had no choice but to dodge to the side, and was followed closely by Huang Baiwan. When he moved, he could only passively defend and look for opportunities to escape from this kind of follow-up, but there were always blind spots in defense.
After two laps, my physical strength was continuously consumed——
Jiang Yan saw the right opportunity and jumped behind him, then quickly changed his position to avoid being double-teamed in the corner. Huang Baiwan did not follow blindly, but took advantage of this gap to relax his arms, and then continued to circle with small steps.
, trying every possible means to get closer.
How many times has this happened? Jiang Yan felt even more nervous. The cheers from the audience disturbed his thoughts: Those who don't understand the rules only feel that the two are fighting constantly with fists and fists.
It was exciting, but only an expert could see the secret, so he was undoubtedly at a disadvantage.
Huang Wanwan is very powerful - just in terms of his more than ten years of experience in underground boxing rings and the underworld, he cannot easily catch up with him. His skill level can only be achieved by a battlefield veteran like Connor Iron Arm.
Press him down.
And what I have always relied on the most: incredible endurance and physical strength, have been used up a lot in the previous games. And it is precisely because of this that Huang Baiwan's cunning character and steady style make people feel excited.
Fear: He never advances rashly, but only wears down the enemy's advantage and patience through attrition - but this kind of constant follow-up attack gives Jiang Yan no time to breathe!
"Be patient."
Damn it, give me a break!
Why is this voice so difficult to deal with!
"You need a breakthrough, and you can't find one now."
Do I want you to say it? I know! Jiang Yan was even more angry. From the moment he stepped onto the ring, this strange voice had been gathering in his mind, and the voice was still trying to control his movements - and the giant tail.
That fight, the first step was his masterpiece.
who are you?!
"It doesn't matter - left."
Before Jiang Yan could clearly see the situation, he turned to the left to catch the kick, lunge - push hand! Huang Baiwan, who had just seen the right moment and suddenly rushed forward, was stopped by this combo, pushed and staggered to the ground.
Stepping forward, pressing forward, and waving his arms in a weird but beautiful posture - Huang Baiwan rolled on the ground, dodging this fatal blow.
The bell rings and the round is over.
Jiang Yan felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat - no, it was the kind of hearty sweat that occurs when people are excited. But his own mind was occupied by surprise.
…I haven’t used this since I got injured.
"Really? But you are not injured now."
who are you?
"Why are you still asking this question?"
I am you. "Jiang Yan" lifted the hair in front of him, walked to the blue corner pillar skillfully, took out a bottle of ice water from the bucket next to him and poured it on himself. He moved skillfully as if he had never left here -
—He has always been a fighter in an underground boxing ring.
PS: This chapter revealed some foreshadowings, have readers guessed anything?