What is happening here at this moment is a game that many people have been looking forward to for a long time.
[Champion], yes, [Chief of Jixin Hall]!
…
"Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time!"
The host's roar echoed throughout the venue.
It is different from the "underground world" in ordinary people's perception.
What is the "underground boxing match" in the movie like?
Or, it could be a group of gangsters, watching the game indifferently from their respective seats, while fighting overtly and secretly, thinking about their own business.
Or, it's just a group of drug-addicted lunatics having an unscrupulous carnival.
Of course, most movies are based on reality, and these two underground boxing matches actually have their prototypes.
But in the realm of Haicheng, this is not the case.
The old man likes to appreciate "fighting", so in the old man's underground arena, all elements that have nothing to do with "fighting" are eliminated.
In the old man's underground arena, there is no "economic dispute" at all.
All participants, without exception, are active and voluntary.
If you lose, there will be no punishment except personal casualties;
If you win, there will be no reward other than the cheers of the audience.
Of course, the old man also welcomes "intruders".
For example, before, there was a wrestler from the far north of Asia who single-handedly destroyed the underground boxing community in Haicheng.
He simply wanted to prove that these little characters active in the underground world were not worth mentioning.
In the end, Qianqian passed a hard battle and proved why she was called the "champion".
It was definitely a wonderful fight worthy of being remembered by the underground boxing ring.
It has nothing to do with money, nothing to do with position, nothing to do with purpose.
There is only “fighting”;
Only "competition"!
This is the greatest charm of Haicheng’s underground boxing ring, and it is also what the old man, the boss behind the scenes, loves most.
Blood, shouts, strength, desire...
All these things together create this pure land of only "competition"!
If anyone tries to pollute this pure land through "betting" or "threats", then that person will definitely suffer the most terrible revenge from the old man.
Those people will know why the old man became the helmsman of Haicheng's underground world, and why even the Star Chamber of Commerce tried to win over him.
…
But these are not so important!
Regular fans of underground boxing matches know that the old man himself is quite easy to communicate with.
At least it's not the kind that will drown people if they disagree with you.
For ordinary people or partners, the old man is the kind of person who is not angry and has no authority, which is admirable.
As for the contestants in underground boxing matches, the old man is even more "cute".
He is exactly the kind of cheerful little old man you can have barbecue and drink beer with!
Therefore, the spectators who came to the arena did not feel any pressure even though they knew that the old man was beside them. At most, they just nodded.
——That’s how it was.
But today, when a certain wealthy businessman nodded to the old man, he felt an inexplicable pressure.
It was as if he was stuck in a quagmire, weighing him down so much that he couldn't breathe.
"Old man..."
The wealthy businessman was suddenly sweating profusely, fearing that he had done something wrong and offended the underground leader of Haicheng.
The old man seemed to have noticed his gaffe.
He waved his hand quickly.
"It's okay. I've been eating too much hot pot recently and I'm a little angry."
"Haha, that's good, you... pay more attention to your health."
Rich businessmen are also smart people, so of course I can tell that this is just perfunctory diplomatic rhetoric.
He answered a few sentences, then made an excuse and stayed away from the old man as much as possible.
Something must have happened that made the old man particularly unhappy. It would be better not to get into trouble at this time.
Not only the wealthy businessmen, but also Cheng Yi, who was beside the old man, also discovered this.
Of course, his relationship with the old man is much better than that of a wealthy businessman, and Cheng Yi's character is there after all.
"Boss, do you feel it too?"
"Um."
The old man nodded.
"I also feel that 'something' seems to have happened to my champion."
"What?"
"I don't know what it is! Xiao Chengyi, please don't follow my words..."
The old man curled his lips, with a helpless smile on his face at Cheng Yi's reaction.
"But then again-"
The next second, the old man changed the subject.
A sense of oppression instantly surged around, causing many people nearby to shed a few drops of cold sweat.
The old man smiled kindly.
"Dare you attack my champion?"
"It's been a long time since I've met someone who wants to die so much..."
…
The game continues.
The host introduces the contestants this time.
"Disciples are spread all over the blue, with as many as 20 million people, the largest fighting group organization on the blue!"
"Its founder!"
"Known as the ultimate collection of modern karate techniques."
"Coming from the entrance of Dongqinglong, he is:"
"Director of Jixin Guild Hall—Zhang Dachong!"
This is a somewhat common, even slightly earthy and funny name, but in fact no one cares about it.
More people are accustomed to respectfully calling him [curator].
The curator is forty-five years old. He is a serious combat fighter and a lifelong combat consultant for the Haicheng Police Department.
His achievements and status so far are beyond the reach of most fighters.
As the curator came on stage, the scene was filled with extremely enthusiastic shouts.
Like a wave, it comes over your face.
The host struck while the iron was hot and continued to introduce:
"The next person to appear is, of course, the curator's opponent!"
At this point, the host suddenly paused.
The audience at the scene also fell silent immediately.
He was silent for three seconds, and the audience was also silent for three seconds.
It happens spontaneously and spontaneously.
Of course they all knew who was going to appear next, but even so, the desire for the final victory still aroused their emotions.
"Appearing from the direction of Xibaihu—"
"[Champion], Chu Qianqian!"
It is completely different from the time when the curator was introduced.
Not too many words, not even any past achievements, not even a little bit of bragging.
But that's enough.
Because there are two words in it that carry far more weight than anything else——
【champion】.
Being able to get such a nickname in an underground boxing ring is worth a thousand words!
After a brief silence, more violent shouts came up.
"Champion! Champion! Champion!"
"I want to win, curator!"
"Okay! I've finally waited for this day!"
"Come on, curator!"
"..."
…
On the arena.
The curator, who is nearly fifty years old, is standing.
His figure is like an iron tower, with steel-like muscles wrapped under soft fat.
The bodies of top fighters are not chiseled.
On the contrary, their bodies tend to be very soft.
Subcutaneous fat is also the best shield for the human body, and the muscles that drive the human body are the best weapons.
The combination of the two is the real top fighter!
The curator looked at the opponent in front of him, at the champion who was only in his twenties.
"awesome."
The curator sighed sincerely: "Listen, did you hear it? The shouts at the scene."
"There are many people cheering for me, uncle!"
The curator emphasized.
He also knew very well that this was not a good thing.
"What does this show?"
"This shows that everyone at the scene thinks that I am the 'challenger' who needs to work hard."
The curator slowly performed the karate starting position.
"bring it on."
"Champion, uncle, I'm here to challenge you."
"Oh? Hmm."
Qianqian was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then nodded.
Poker face.
At this moment, Qianqian just felt like she couldn't listen to anything, because she had a question in her heart:
"I……"
Qianqian murmured.
"Why am I standing here?"
…
Looking at Qianqian with a calm face, the old man became more convinced of his feelings.
