The old man said: "Tsing Yi was promoted to warden just two years ago."
"What about before?"
"It wasn't clear before, but he has a very strong fighting ability."
The old man added: "The competition in Area C prison is absolute strength."
Zhao Tianyou understood the meaning of this sentence. His main opponents were Tiger Tiger and Qing Yi. As long as he defeated these two people, he would be fine.
Fighting in prison is different from training outside. How can you improve in a short period of time? Zhao Tianyou couldn't help but frown.
Old Cangtou said: "You can apply to participate in the fighting competition in area B. Only in this way can you improve quickly."
Zuo Xiaoque retorted: "The prisoners in Area B are all masters. It will be extremely dangerous for the boss to go there."
The old man smiled and said, Xiaoque, you don’t know. The fighting competitions in area B are also divided into levels. For example, in their D-level fighting competitions, the level of the players is almost the same as Tiger. The boss can get more training by going there.
Zhao Tianyou said the problem is how do I get there.
The old man smiled and said that anyone who became a gang leader in Area C was eligible to apply, just like Tiger who often went to Area B to compete.
After the two left, Zhao Tianyou immediately rang the doorbell.
"I want to see Qing Yi."
Five minutes later, Qing Yi appeared on the screen.
"Qing Yi, I want to participate in the fight in area b."
Qing Yi glanced at him contemptuously, her eyes as sharp as a thin and long needle.
"Do you think you're qualified?"
"I'm not qualified." Zhao Tianyou said frankly: "It is precisely because of this that I have to train. This is also the ultimate meaning of you locking me here."
Good boy, it seems that the fighting in prison made him more bloodthirsty and tenacious.
Qing Yi smiled and said: "Boy, I will meet your request, but don't be too pushy."
Prison fighting is not like a game where cheats can be used and a single oversight can kill someone.
This kid is a good piece of material, but if he really needs to be refined to waste, I'm afraid the goblin will be the first to let him go.
Qing Yi said "I will arrange it" and disappeared, while Zhao Tianyou sat quietly and practiced, waiting patiently.
Ten days later, Zhao Tianyou received a notice asking him to prepare for departure.
A black prison van was driving on the ice field. Even the window glass was black, making it difficult to see the scenery outside.
After two hours of bumpy ride, the car stopped.
The guard put a hood on Zhao Tianyou and pulled him out of the car.
It was pitch black before his eyes, and Zhao Tianyou felt that the surroundings were cold and cold, like hell.
After walking in the dark for half an hour, the guard finally took off his hood and his eyes lit up.
This is a room on the second floor. Outside the huge glass is a boxing ring, surrounded by seats.
Hundreds of people gathered around the ring, shouting and yelling. The situation was like a madhouse.
Zhao Tianyou asked doubtfully: "There will be so many people in Area B?"
"Some viewers bought tickets from Area C."
"Then, are there any in Area A?"
The guard glanced at him with an idiot look: "The guys in Area A won't like this kind of low-level competition."
This sentence shows from the side how crazy and perverted the people in Area A are!
Zhao Tianyou sighed and asked me how long it would take to play?
The guard said that you should observe here first and then go on stage and wait for notification.
After saying that, the guard unhooked Zhao Tianyou's handcuffs and stood aside.
Zhao Tianyou looked at the boxing ring quietly, and suddenly his pupils shrank, as if he was excited as if he had discovered a new world.
A line of subtitles "Tiger Tiger in Area C" was printed above the ring, and then a tall and strong yellow man walked onto the ring.
Tiger Tiger is a tall man, about 1.8 meters tall. His skin is yellow with a little reddish brown, and he has some Indian ancestry.
His opponent was a tall white man, a head taller than Tiger Tiger, with a yellow mustache that stood straight like a steel needle.
A young lady stood on the stage holding a number plate, and the commentator began to introduce Tiger's opponents.
Raymond, nicknamed Timber Wolf, came from distant Siberia and won the Russian boxing championship.
"Hush!" The audience booed. This is the kind of introduction you don't like to hear in prison.
Boxing champion? What does that mean? There are so many boxing champions who fall in this ring every day!
**The sexy girl holding the sign walked across the ring, and the guard's eyes lit up. Zhao Tianyou asked: "Are they prisoners too?"
"No, they were invited from outside."
"Invited?"
"That's right. Their one appearance costs tens of thousands of dollars."
Damn it! It costs tens of thousands of dollars to raise a sign. This business is really profitable. Zhao Tianyou swore that after leaving prison, he would go to Dongguan first and bring an army of ladies over to ensure that the blood of these animals would be boiling.
"Where does the money come from?"
"Of course the prisoners are coming out." The guard gave him an idiotic look: "If the people in Area C are multi-millionaires, the people here are at least billionaires." Then the guard added: "
I'm talking in dollars."
When the bell rang, the guard immediately shut up and concentrated on watching the game.
As soon as Raymond came up, he rushed towards Tiger. His straight punches were like a violent storm. While fighting, he cursed "son of a bitch-------" and other swear words, mixed with a few low growls.
, wishing to tear the opponent into pieces immediately.
Tiger's steps were steady and he kept fighting back while defending.
However, Raymond still spotted the opening and hit Tiger on the jaw with an uppercut.
Tiger swayed slightly, and when he saw that the opponent was about to kill him again, he immediately hugged the opponent's waist and gave him a hug.
With this force, Raymond was thrown to the ground violently, with stars in his eyes.
However, both of them are boxing ring thugs who have experienced many battles, so this blow does not hurt their muscles at all.
Raymond exerted his strength with his legs, tightly wrapped around Tiger's neck, and twisted it.
Tiger fell to the ring and punched Raymond in the crook of the leg with his hand.
Raymond let go in pain, and Tiger suddenly stood up and kneed the opponent in the chest---
The two of them started a fierce fight on the ground, punching each other hard, as if they were beating leather, and the dull sound made their teeth sore and their hearts tremble.
Suddenly, Raymond pushed Tiger up with his knee, and he suddenly sat up.
The guard said excitedly: "Raymond's killer hit fell to the ground, and now Tiger is in a bad situation."
Unexpectedly, Tiger rolled on the spot and snatched it away deftly.
There was a loud bang and the arena shook.
Tiger had already stood up at this time, and he kicked out fiercely.
This kick was as fast as lightning and flint, condensed Tiger's life-long strength, and it was an absolute killer.
Raymond hurriedly blocked with both hands, and with a "click" sound, his left arm hung down limply.
Tiger roared, and if a tiger came out of the cage, he would directly twist Raymond's other arm and break it.
In the viewing room, the guard exclaimed: "How is this possible?"
"How is it impossible?" Zhao Tianyou asked.
"Tiger and Raymond have played against each other at least six times and have never won."
Zhao Tianyou frowned. He knew the difference between the prisoners in the two prison areas. Even the weakest prisoner in Area B could defeat an opponent like Hua She.
Tiger fought repeatedly and finally defeated Raymond. This not only required strength and skills, but also an extremely strong will.
After all, recovering from failure requires overcoming powerful psychological barriers.
Tiger won the victory and roared to the sky, patrolling the ring like a tiger.
Under the stage, mourning was everywhere.
Most of these people were optimistic about Raymond and made big bets. Tiger's move made most people scold him.
The guard sighed and said: "They all lost, only he won."
"who is he?"
Mentioning "him", the guard was in awe, even with the fanatical worship of a religious person: "He is the biggest leader here, the warden of Area A, the invincible Shura of Hell."
Zhao Tianyou's heart sank suddenly. He had to defeat the strongest thug and the strongest warden in District 3. This task was really perverted.
Wait, hell Shura? Why is this person also named Shura?
Zhao Tianyou thought of a possibility, maybe he is an old guy---
This idea was immediately suppressed. He felt that this reason was very ridiculous.
The old guy is so busy, beating up terrorists all over the world every day, how can he have time to fight with these thugs here, it's so free.
But being able to rule this strange prison and suppress all kinds of thugs and weirdos, such a warden can only be described as tough.
Thinking about having a final showdown with such a person, Zhao Tianyou feels sick.
Damn old man, you think too highly of me.
"Boy, it's your turn after the next scene." the guard reminded.
Zhao Tianyou asked: "Who is my opponent? Do you have any information?"
The guard sneered and said, "You'll know when you get into the boxing ring."
Zhao Tianyou calmed down his mind, adjusted his breath and exercised his skills to calm his restless heart.
Five minutes later, the glass window opened.
Under the window was a passage leading to the boxing ring, and Zhao Tianyou walked slowly over.
Surrounded by the disdain and suspicion of onlookers, doubts arose one after another.
"This kid is from Area C, and his frame is too small."
"Oh, this look can only mean a beating."
Questions kept coming, but Zhao Tianyou turned a deaf ear and walked onto the ring.
The host asked: "Are you a newcomer from Area C?"
"yes."
"What's your code name? All our boxers here have to have a fierce code name."
"Call me the Demon Emperor." Zhao Tianyou said a name casually, even he did not expect that in the future this would be a name that would frighten everyone in the world.
Standing on the ring, Zhao Tianyou held his breath and calmed down.
A man in warrior uniform walked up. He was tall, a full head taller than Zhao Tianyou.
"Canglang Dongshan Jiubao from Japan." The host introduced.
Zhao Tianyou looked at his opponent carefully. He had a calm aura and did not have the arrogance and violence of the prison thugs, but underneath his seemingly peaceful demeanor was a surging power that was about to explode.
The opening bell rang, Higashiyama Kubo sneered and kicked up a flying kick.
He hit as fast as he could, and his kick was as fast as lightning.
Zhao Tianyou blocked with both hands, and the opponent's feet suddenly pressed down. Zhao Tianyou's body was pressed down an inch shorter with such force.
"Kill him, beat him to death."
"Kill this newcomer who doesn't know how to live or die."
"A guy from Area C actually came to challenge the Rookie King of the Boxing Ring in Area B. I can only say that this kid is really brave."
The spectators were as excited as chicken blood. They seemed to have returned to Rome more than two thousand years ago, and the people in the boxing ring were gladiators fighting to the death.