Song Xiang was frightened after hearing Xiao Sheng's words, and she couldn't think of anything fatal she had done recently.
Xiao Sheng unzipped his motorcycle suit and prepared to leave. Just as he was about to turn around, his cell phone rang.
She picked it up as she walked, but stopped when she reached the door.
Song Xiang looked up, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Sheng hung up the phone with a face, "Mr. Song, not only will you cause trouble for others, but you will also make concessions to those around you."
"ah?"
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Song Xiang said that it was already past six o'clock. Logically speaking, Yan Han should have called long ago, but in the end there was no movement at all.
It turns out that it was Lu Zechen who caused the trouble, and that guy went to fight underground black boxing while he was sick.
"He came on the field and risked his life. Just two people were carried off, and they were already sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."
After getting into Xiao Sheng's car, Song Xiang didn't want to say a word.
The whole process was so fast that it was a disaster for Song Xiang, who had just experienced a car accident.
When she arrived at the place, she got out of the car and felt like her soul was gone.
Xiao Sheng had a dull look on his face and pulled her underground.
"If I knew that these rich kids from the Imperial Capital were so capable, I would never come back even if I died on the front line."
Song Xiang: "..."
She had never known that there was such a place in the imperial capital. On the surface it looked like an abandoned motorcycle factory, but underneath it was like an underground maze.
As soon as we entered, we were hit by a wave of heat, deafening roars, and shirtless people everywhere.
The smell was so bad that she could faint.
Everything she passed by would stick to her.
Xiao Sheng pulled her forward and met a few dishonest people. She broke their wrists on the spot. Song Xiang had never seen such a scene and did not dare to speak during the whole process.
Along the way, the venue was divided into separate venues, each with a stage on which stood people fighting for their lives. Spraying blood was common.
Xiao Sheng and the others should have received a report that someone was about to die while playing.
"What are you going to do?" Song Xiang shouted loudly.
Xiao Sheng looked back at her and said, "Looking for your man!"
Song Xiang: "..."
She subconsciously scanned the whole place, and there was no sign of Shuanghan at all. Moreover, she felt that Shuanghan could not come to such a place. The smell alone was enough to make Shuanghan suffer.
All the way forward, the place got hotter and hotter, and the beatings got harder and harder. Everyone in the audience had red eyes, obviously they were betting.
Song Xiang took a quick look and felt that there was someone on the nearest stage who looked very familiar.
He was thin and skinny, and his skin was a sickly white color, which made him incompatible with the people around him. However, he struck fast and hard, without any defense at all, and beat his opponent to death.
Blood overflowed from his nose, which was scary to see.
"Fuck! This kid is so cruel!"
While they were rubbing shoulders, Song Xiang was already pulled away from the stage by Xiao Sheng and headed to the next venue.
That person just now was Chu Xun?
The thought flashed through me and I felt incredible.
Chu Xun has a heart disease, how could he go to a place like this to seek death?
Just as she was wondering, Xiao Sheng suddenly pulled her forward vigorously and took her down another level.
There are actually two floors underground. The world has changed. There is no more noise here, but the temperature has dropped, making it more depressing than above.
Passing several stages in a row, people covered in blood were carried away from her.
When we arrived at the innermost room, as soon as we entered, the smell of blood was particularly clear in the air.
Song Xiang frowned, looked towards the stage, and was immediately frightened.
It was Lu Zechen.
He was covered in blood and couldn't tell whether it was his or his opponent's.