He Qizhou took out the only forty-two left beside him: "Brother Biao, please bet on me to win every round as long as I'm on the court. Bet as much as you have. If you win, I'll give you 20%. If you lose, it's mine."
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"Are you so sure? Good!" Brother Biao took the money. Only a fool would refuse such a good thing.
"If you believe me, you can also keep a little money." He Qizhou reminded me.
"I like such a generous person like you, but it's a pity that I only have ten taels of silver with me. Well, I'll keep it with you!"
Entering the small building, it was indeed the same place we had visited in the afternoon. At this time, two people were fighting on the stage. About 70% of the spectators, about 200 people, were already sitting on the surrounding steps. Most of them were shouting "red, red and black" with excited expressions.
"Hei" kept shouting. Heads were poked out of the windows of the surrounding rooms on the second floor to watch the fighting in the ring, but there was no one in front of the window that I went to in the afternoon.
Brother Biao told Qi Zhou that before the official fight started, there would be eight people competing first. Those people were all small men under 150 kilograms. What was really attractive was the subsequent competition. He Qizhou stuck out his tongue. He was at his heaviest.
Probably not 140 pounds.
Soon He Qizhou was brought to the bottom step of the ring to wait for the fight. Brother Biao motioned to the people sitting on the edge to make room for He Qizhou. The big man reluctantly moved his buttocks and pointed at Biao on the steps opposite.
Brother said: "Master, should he sit over there?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Just give in if I ask you to!" After saying that, he leaned down and whispered to He Qizhou: "Boxers usually bring someone in, ready to throw away the towel at any time, because sometimes there is no chance to even ask for surrender on the stage.
, don’t worry, I will help you.”
"Thank you!" He Qizhou nodded towards Brother Biao, and then followed the instructions of the big man next to him to look at the steps on the other side of the ring. There were only two people sitting there, shorter than him, but stronger. Even if they were not one hundred and fifty,
Not much different. As for my row, looking sideways, there are twelve mountains of meat. The two people on the left next to me are the faces I saw when passing by the ring in the afternoon. They should have reached the level in the afternoon competition.
Those who win consecutive games can be shortlisted for the evening game.
"Why aren't you watching us from the stands?" The big man couldn't stand the sneak glances from Qi Zhou next to him anymore and shouted in a low voice.
"Don't watch it, don't watch it." He Qizhou turned to look at the ring ten feet away, and said to his heart that he was really lackluster. Two foreign boxers were competing to see who was more experienced, and there was almost no skill at all. One of them was very fast.
He was knocked to the ground. Before his fists and kicks could come down, a white scarf flew onto the ring, followed by a crisp bell. The winner stopped his fists and kicks in time and roared with pride.
"The next one is Fang Jie from Cangyuan County. He weighs seven feet and one inch and weighs one hundred and forty-seven pounds. The first offer is ten taels to ten taels."
He Qizhou looked along the sound and saw three people in salt gang uniforms sitting on the bottom step in the north of the arena. There was a long case in front of the three of them, an abacus in front of the person on the left, and a small clock in front of the person in the middle.
The other person is the one who is shouting. On one side is a one-foot-tall triangular wooden frame, with a huge weighing pan suspended below. There is also a pillar marked with scales beside the huge scale.
A candidate who was sitting opposite had taken off his shirt, measured his height, walked shirtless from the three-foot-diameter weighing pan, put on his clothes and returned to where he was originally sitting.
The winner was sitting next to him at this time, and the two of them closed their eyes and meditated expressionlessly.
Casino boys holding bamboo baskets were selling red and black bamboo sticks on the surrounding stands. Most people only bought one or two sticks, but some bought a handful in one go. I don’t know if they were desperate to lose or if they were really rich.
After a cup of tea, the person in charge of the scale called again: "The last bet in the pre-match, the handicap is fourteen taels to twelve taels, Fang Jie wins." Then there was another round of selling, and all the silver was collected.
The tickets were placed in front of the bell ringer, who was ringing the bell and keeping the scale while counting the silver coins, while the other person's abacus was crackling.
Finally, the person in charge of the scale shouted: "Fifteen taels to fifteen taels, Fang Jie wins. Let the fight begin!"
With their eyes closed and concentrating, the two people almost jumped onto the three-foot-high ring at the same time and held each other's hands. Fang Jie, who was already stronger and had the advantage of physical strength, quickly kicked the opponent off the ring. It was just the next round.
Jie was easily defeated by the last one on the stage again. Because he threw the white scarf too late, he had several broken ribs and was finally carried off the ring.
He Qizhou guessed that none of them had any hope of winning the favor of the Lotus Gang. Since they needed to collect gambling funds, settle accounts, quote quotes, and distribute money, about half an hour had already been spent in just two pre-games. He Qizhou couldn't help but become a little anxious.
At the end of the round, I still don’t know what time it will be until midnight, and I think Xiaoxue will be worried to death.
As if calculating the time, as soon as the pre-match ended, more people took their seats, and the stands around him were quickly filled. He Qizhou found that his second brother also appeared in front of the window, and there was a middle-aged man standing next to him.
He is a middle-aged man with a tall build, but his face looks quite strong.
"Why are you still sitting here? Go and weigh the portions!" The person next to He Qizhou stood up first, took off his coat to reveal his strong upper body, and walked straight to the large scale. Only then did He Qizhou remember that it was his turn to compete, so he hurriedly undressed and took off his belt.
After taking off the leather robe, it is just a single piece of clothing, but the underwear is very old and looks a bit shabby.
"This city's slave is Song Dakui. He is seven feet four inches and weighs one hundred and ninety-six pounds."
He Qizhou took off his unlined clothes, but the skin underneath was still dazzlingly white. The muscles on his body were clearly defined, but the ribs on both sides were also visible. Everyone in the stands couldn't help but commotion when they saw the shirtless He Qizhou walking towards the giant scale.
I burst into bursts of laughter. When I passed by Song Dakui who was walking back to the steps, the contrast was clear, and the laughter resounded throughout the martial arts hall.
He Qizhou measured his height and stepped onto the scale. However, when the weight was adjusted to the end, the scale beam was still not tilted up. The weigher had to take the unprecedented step of changing to a smaller weight, which once again made the onlookers burst into laughter. The offer sounded:
"Pan Gubu Deren, seven feet three inches, one hundred and sixteen pounds. First offer, ten taels versus ten taels!"
"Why is the portion so small?" He Qizhou returned to his seat, put on his leather robe, and couldn't help but murmur in his mind.
"Be smart and surrender quickly, you can't withstand my punch!" Song Dakui closed his eyes and whispered.
"Based on your words, I can give you a move." He Qizhou followed the example of those people, crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
"The second offer was twenty-five taels to ten taels, and Song Dakui won."
Brother Biao, who was maintaining order in the stands, still hesitated. After all, he had seen too many competitions. In a fist fight like this, the taller and stronger would have an absolute advantage, because the arena is only this small. Even if you have access to the three meridians, Qinggong
It's better, but you may not knock out the opponent even if you hit a hundred punches, but you can't withstand one punch from the opponent. In the end, the winner will still be the physically strong man, especially those who have practiced hard skills such as the Golden Bell Cover and the Iron Cloth Shirt.
, will always be the last person who can still stand in this arena.
Although he was troubled, Brother Biao still stopped the boy selling the chips and bought five black chips! But he regretted it after buying it, and he didn't have much money, so why bother to save face and money?
"The final handicap, thirty-one two to twelve, Song Dakui wins. The competition begins!"
One strong, one thin, one black, one white, the two people standing on the ring held fists in greeting. The chaos around them gradually subsided, but in the blink of an eye, the noise became louder again. He Qizhou was punched in the chest by the opponent,
In the process of retreating, He Qizhou kicked the opponent in the lower abdomen. He Qizhou took three steps back to regain his footing, but Song Dakui fell to the ground.
Seeing that there was no white scarf flying up to the stage, He Qizhou had no choice but to walk over and drag a man weighing nearly 200 kilograms from the stage to the audience. While dragging him, he said to him: "It's okay, he will be fine in a while."
The sound of "cheating, fake beating" could be heard constantly during the dragging process. However, in the chaos, He Qizhou still heard a few applause. He looked up and saw that the applause was coming from the window of the second brother's room. I don't know when the second brother and another brother came.
A woman with a black veil stood between the men, and the applause came from that man. The second brother and another man stood respectfully beside the woman, as if they did not dare to take a breath.
"Xuancheng Iron Palm Gang, Shao Zhijun, 7 feet 6 inches, 226 pounds, the first offer was thirteen liang to twelve liang, Deren won."
A quarter of an hour later, He Qizhou faced his second opponent. Although He Qizhou was upset that the handicap was unfavorable to him, he wanted to end the game quickly and did not want to hide his strength, so he could only accept the result.
The second offer was twelve liang to twelve liang, but the final result was fifteen liang to twelve liang. This time He Qizhou didn't give the opponent a chance to make a move, and swept over his opponent with one kick. The man's calf was injured.
, I couldn’t stand firm after standing several times, so I could only accept defeat in frustration.
The third one was a slave. Because the boss was afraid that the slave would be beaten, he actually quit after paying a hundred taels of silver. In fact, He Qizhou did not cause serious damage to the first two people, he just allowed the other to support him and exerted his strength in an instant.
Just hurt.
When the fourth person came on stage, the handicap became even more terrible. It was actually 200 taels to 10 taels. However, He Qizhou thought that this person had some real abilities. He received two punches and one kick from him before he fell down.
Soon he flew onto the stage.
There are no more people calling fake fights or cheating in the stands, because you won’t win much if you buy all the boats, but it’s almost impossible to win if you buy another person. For a time, nine out of ten people bought gambling chips, and more people became
It’s time to come to the theater. Some people even shouted: “It’s been four performances, you can leave the stage!”
He Qizhou has two goals in the competition. One is to be recruited by the Lotus Gang; the other is to pay back the money to Deshan after winning the bet. The first one is not stable now, and the second one is too far off. How can he give up? Listen.
After hearing the cry, he responded loudly on the ring: "I accept having sex with two people at the same time."
These gamblers all know that the further back they go, the stronger their strength becomes. After hearing what He Qizhou said, they became excited again and shouted, "Promise him!" "Two more!"