On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there is a bundle of red banknotes tied with white strips. The banknotes are still new, and the scent of ink cannot be seen, but it can be smelled clearly.
The thin man just glanced at the money on the coffee table, then looked at the bald fat man without saying anything.
The young man's silence made him feel an inexplicable curiosity. A bonus of 10,000 yuan was not worth mentioning in his eyes, but for these people who were already desperate enough to engage in black boxing, it should have a stimulant-like effect.
The fat bald man tapped the monitor with his fingers holding a thin cigar, and said with a smile: "The game was played very well. Look, people are cheering for you."
The thin man took a glance.
The huge 49-inch hairtail screen displayed in real time the footage captured by a dozen video surveillance cameras above the boxing gym. Even though the game was over, people still gathered together in groups of three or three, drinking and singing.
, and even yelled and cursed loudly.
Some were so excited that they even raised the wine bottles in their hands and threw them on the ground.
The scene was very complicated and chaotic, but the thin man's eyes just stayed on the monitor of the boxing ring for a moment and then looked away.
The man who was knocked down by him still had the pair of extremely thin blue gloves on his hands, lying alone on the ring, motionless, and there were some debris on his body.
The smaller the weight of the glove, the stronger the penetration, and the easier it is to kill someone.
"Young man, it's your first time boxing. It's really good to have such understanding." The fat bald man laughed and patted the thin man on the shoulder, "Your kick to the vagina and leg was really the final word, and the follow-up headbutt was also
That’s right. As I sit here, I can hear the sound of that guy’s nose being broken. Hey, it turns out I thought you were going to lose.”
"Boss, Doge's jaw was broken." The young man who had been standing behind the fat bald man reminded him with a chuckle.
"Chin? Haha, can the chin be broken? Yes, yes, just break it, otherwise there will be nothing to see in this game." The bald fat man was cheerful, not caring whether it was the nose or the chin, the important point is that it is broken.
That's good.
The thin man sighed secretly in his heart. At that moment, he was actually a little scared. Even he thought he was going to be beaten to death. In desperation, he even kicked his crotch.
Maybe the opponent had neglected to defend due to being beaten all the time, or maybe he thought the game was over, but the thin man who had regained his strength suddenly kicked him, and his crotch was completely destroyed.
The thin man also seized the opportunity. Taking advantage of the opponent's moment of pain and stiffness, he bowed slightly and used the top of his head as a hammer to directly hit the opponent's exposed nose, which was a big nose.
The nosebleed spurted into the air.
"He, he has been standing here for more than a month. It's good that you can defeat him. It's really good. But the result is a bit unsatisfactory..." After saying this, a hint of smile flashed in the bald fat man's eyes.
Haze: No one has lost his limbs, and those gamblers whose eyes are red after losing have no place to vent.
The thin man said nothing, but his eyes finally looked at the purpose of his competition this time, the cash on the coffee table.
The bald fat man was keenly aware of the changes in the young man opposite him. He laughed and stuffed 10,000 cash into the skinny man's arms.
The thin man hesitated for a moment and accepted it. This was what he deserved. When he opened the door and was about to leave, the seductive voice of the boxing gym owner came from the room.
"Next Wednesday night, someone from Shuitou will come over to discuss, bare-handed, and get a commission. Will you come?"
There are two common ways for underground black boxing fighters to get money.
The first one is similar to tonight's pay for each game. You get money for one fight and money for two fights. This kind of bonus is not high, but both boxers will not kill each other. At most, they will be injured, which is basically not the case.
People will die.
The second type is commission. The boxer's income is directly linked to the dealer's handicap, and the income is much higher than the salary system. Since it involves gambling, there is a probability of fake punches, but most of them are fights to the death, with extremely high maiming and death rates.
high.
"Ahem, the bonus and appearance fee will still be, um, doubled."
Seeing that the silent thin man was about to leave the office, the bald fat man said decisively: "I'll give you money even if you lose, 5,000!"
The right hand holding the doorknob couldn't help but tighten. After a long time, a dull reply came.
When I walked out of the boxing gym, the street was dark. Due to its flat location, except for a few dim street lights, the alley was neither clean nor bright.
But for some reason, the street lamp, which was not very bright, just happened to shine on the thin man's face, which was a bit dazzling and made him feel dizzy.
The thin man habitually picked up a corner and squatted down, where the light could not reach, with his beaten red and purple eyes open, silently staring at the door of the boxing gym.
There is a small concierge next to the gate, with a staff member sitting inside. After the guest came out, he took out the mobile phone that he had temporarily stored in the boxing gym with the sign in his hand.
A long time passed, and after all the guests and staff had dispersed, the thin man still did not wait for the middle-aged man who had been defeated by his fist to appear.
I originally thought that those guys who opened the show would throw that man to the road, just like in the movie, at the last moment when the door closed, the two people lay down and punched the bruised loser.
Museum.
The thin man thought for a while, got up, walked to the door of the boxing gym, and pushed the iron door open. The big iron lock rattled a little in the middle of the night, but no one cared.
After pulling hard, the gap between the two doors was enough for the thin man to lean in.
He went to the boxing ring with familiarity, and the middle-aged man was still lying on it. The thin man felt the opponent's breath, and his heart that had been hanging on him finally relaxed.
The thin man shouted softly and dragged the man to the door of the boxing gym. The iron door was locked and he could not get out.
Suddenly, I picked up the dusty fire ax that was lying in the corner behind the door, and smashed the door open with a few bangs.
As soon as the door opened, a gust of night wind blew in.
It was a bit refreshing, and the thin man who had been holding in his breath all night felt much better.
You can't leave people at the door of the boxing gym. Maybe those guys who started the show will feel that they have exposed their position, and they will deal with the middle-aged people or throw them away.
The thin man was very confused. He had just been beaten by this man as a sandbag at night, and now he couldn't bear the guilt in his heart, so he dragged him to the side of the road.
He rubbed his still sore shoulders, smiled bitterly, and finally dragged the person out of the alley. Just in case, he deliberately dragged him farther away from the alley entrance, then gently put him down and leaned against the wall.
The thin man took out his mobile phone, glanced at the house number at the intersection, and immediately called the police, saying that someone had fainted on the side of the road and looked like he was seriously injured. He hoped they could come over as soon as possible.
"Officer, I have another clue to report to you..."
Speaking of what happened next, he took a distant look at the underground boxing gym hidden in the alley, but did not report her after all.
After hanging up the phone, the thin man lowered his head slightly and thought for a moment, then took out the cash from the fat bald man's hand, took out a thousand and eight dollars from it, and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's shorts.
After doing all this, he seemed to be freed from the oppressive black market, glanced at the still unconscious middle-aged man, and left.
After walking far away, I looked back at the entrance of the alley. It was quiet, as if nothing had happened.
After waiting for a while, police sirens chirped in the distance. The thin man let out a long breath and finally let go and left.